"Okay. In the alley? You're sure it was him? Yeah, thanks, man." Dean hung up from the call, looking at Sam. "That guy we talked to last night? The one with the missing girlfriend, that's been trying to follow our bloodsucker? He saw him go into a building late last night, about three blocks from the club. Once dragging what he said looked like a body, the next time alone. If we meet him at the club, he'll show us where."

Sam had gone out to pick up breakfast, and he and Dean had been sitting, heads together, at the table ever since. They had been debating how best to handle the situation, and the girls had tried their best to stay out of it, but it hadn't been easy.

"Walker's probably just waiting for you to show up again. All he has to do is find a good place to hide and pick you off. I can't believe you're thinking of going out there," Nicole said, keeping her voice quiet with some effort, but the edge of panic was still coming through loud and clear.

Sam looked steadily at the floor as he answered. "Nic, that monster is gonna keep turning girls until we stop him. The longer we wait... We can't let him do this."

Dean spoke softly to Nicole, but his eyes were locked on Devon's worried gaze. "We'll keep a sharp eye out. We know he's out there, no more surprises. We'll scout it out before we go, make sure there's nobody close enough to ambush us."

They were gone for a little over two hours, which seemed like days to Devon and Nicole as they waited, pacing, fidgeting, worrying. Devon's phone buzzed with a message, and she checked it, showing it to Nicole with a frown. "Vamp's dead. But we've got bigger problems. On our way back."

Nicole rolled her eyes and blew out a nervous breath. "Well, at least they're both coming back. That's something. I don't like this, Devon. At all."

Devon nodded. "I'm with you."

Shortly after that, they heard angry voices in the hall, stopping outside the door to their room. The lock disengaged, and they stormed in, arguing loudly once again. "You're staying here, Sammy. That's that. I'm not asking, I'm telling."

"You're not going after him alone!"

"Sam, he's already crazy, and now he's supercharged. You're not going!"

"The hell I'm not!"

"Hey!" Devon yelled at the top of her lungs, finally getting the attention of both angry men, their eyes now focused on her. "Stop yelling at each other and tell us what's going on! Please." Sam clenched his jaw, his lips pressed tightly together, shaking his head slightly as he turned away and Nicole walked into his arms.

Dean took the gun from his pocket, checked the safety, and placed it on the table a bit harder than necessary. "Gordon Walker is a vampire."

"What?" both girls said in unison, Nicole backing up to stare with big eyes at Sam, and Devon dropping down to sit on the edge of the bed, shock on her face.

"Remember I told you we were chasing that vamp when Gordon and his new pal started shooting? Well, I guess after we got away, it came back, cold-cocked Gordon and took him back to his place to feed his new recruits. Only thing is, Gordon mouthed off about killing vamps and pissed him off. So he turned him instead of feeding on him."

Sam's jaw was working as he glanced between Devon and Nicole, taking over from where Dean left off. "Trouble is, he didn't realize how crazy Walker was to begin with. He broke free, ripped the heads off the two girls that had been turned, and escaped. Deacon, or Dixon, or whatever the hell his name was didn't even fight us, wanted us to take his head. We have no idea where Gordon is, we just know he's vamped out, and insane, and Dean thinks he can take him all on his own." Sam swept his hand angrily in Dean's direction as he spoke, and the two brothers stood glaring at each other.

"I'll come with you," Devon said quietly, and Dean turned on her, his jaw working angrily.

"The hell you will."

"You can't go alone. So you have a choice. Me, or Sam." She stood up, looking into his face as she laid a hand on his arm. "You can't take him on alone, Dean. You'll get yourself killed. You need backup."

"He's one vamp, Dev. One."

"He's one psychotic vamp, with years of hunting skills and knowledge behind him. He was cold-blooded before he was turned. I can't imagine how much worse he is now."

"He ripped those girls' heads off with his bare hands," Sam said quietly. "That's how much worse he is now. And I'm not letting Devon put herself in harm's way for me. I'm going, Dean."

Dean opened his mouth to argue, but his phone rang just then, and he pulled it from his pocket with a quiet, "Son of a bitch." He took a breath, then answered curtly. "Yeah?" His eyes widened, and he looked at Sam, whose expression changed immediately. "Gordon. How's it feel to be a monster?"

"I'm getting used to it. It's okay, I won't live long. I just need to do one more thing before I kill myself, Dean. And that's kill your brother."

"That's not gonna happen."

"We'll see. I have someone here that wants to talk to you." Dean looked back at Sam as he heard a sobbing woman on the other end.

"Please... Please help me..."

"Let her go, Gordon. It's not her you want."

Frustrated anger contorted Dean's features as Walker answered. "If you don't show, I'll feed on her. Her death will be on your head. You're the hunter, you're the one who's supposed to save people. Save her. Oh, and Dean - bring Sam."

Devon watched Dean as he turned away, shoving his hand roughly through his hair, his voice a low, chilling growl. "I'm gonna kill you, Gordon. I'm gonna take your head off."

"After I kill your brother. Now shut up and listen. This is where you can find us. Hurry, Dean. I'm feeling hungry." Dean listened silently for a few more seconds, then hung up, barely resisting the urge to hurl his phone across the room. He turned, his eyes meeting Sam's, his face betraying his rage, and he closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before he spoke.

"We stick together, Sammy. You stay with me, no splitting up, no John Wayne bullshit. Okay?"

Sam's face scrunched into a confused smirk. "John Wayne? What the..."

"Shut up. You know what I mean."


Devon looked at her phone for the millionth time, her stomach in knots. She was perched on the edge of a chair, glancing up to watch Nicole pacing nervously around the room. "They said two hours, right?" she asked softly, and Nicole nodded.

"Yeah. Two hours, and if we haven't heard from them we call the cops to get that girl out of there. And clean up the bodies." Nicole's voice broke, and Devon shook her head stubbornly.

"Don't talk like that. They're gonna be fine. They have to be."

Nicole turned to look at her, tears swimming in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Devon. I'm just scared. I'm so scared. If I..." She stopped in mid-sentence, and Devon rushed to her side as she slumped slowly to the floor, her face white as chalk.

"Nicole! Oh, God, now what..." she said as she dropped to her knees beside her friend, taking a firm hold of her hand. She had seen this several times now - Nicole was having a vision, and she knew there was nothing to be done but to be there for her when she came out of it. It only lasted a few seconds, and Nicole came to, gasping for air, panic on her pale face.

"Dean!" she cried out, and sat straight up, her eyes wide with fear.

"Nicole, what? What is it?" Devon's voice shook as she asked, terrified of the answer.

"Gordon... biting Dean... we have to go, Devon! We have to get to the warehouse! Come on!"

"We don't have a car! How..."

"We will have. Just get your gear, I'll meet you outside." Nicole jumped to her feet, grabbing a pistol from her bag and tucking it into the back waistband of her jeans before flinging open the door and rushing outside. Devon followed suit, arming herself with her gun and a machete before running out, pulling the door shut with a slam behind her.

Nicole had found a pickup two doors down with the doors unlocked, and she was hunkered over behind the steering wheel, her hands in a tangle of wires. "Get in," she said, and the truck fired to life as Devon climbed quickly inside, looking at her in surprise. "Don't look at me like that. Girl's gotta have a hobby," Nicole quipped, then threw the truck in gear and they took the curb with no problem, heading directly to the street and taking the corner fast as Devon read off directions from the GPS on her phone.

They pulled up behind the Impala about fifteen minutes later, bailing from the truck and heading for the door at a dead run, flashlight in hand. Devon grabbed Nicole's arm, stopping her before she opened it, speaking softly. "We don't know what's going on in there right now, so we have to take it easy until we see where they are and where Gordon is."

"And that girl," Nicole agreed. They exchanged a quick nod, then opened the door quietly and slipped inside.

It was dimly lit, enough that they could see once their eyes had adjusted, and Devon tucked the flashlight into her pocket, pulling out her gun. Nicole followed suit, and they scanned the room cautiously as they walked farther into the building.

They rounded a corner lined with shelves, and found themselves in Dean's gunsight. He closed his eyes for a second, heaving a sigh of relief that he hadn't fired. "What the hell are you doing here?" he asked in a harsh whisper as Sam continued his struggle with the ropes binding the woman crumpled on the floor in front of them.

"Nicole had a vision," Devon answered, looking him steadily in the eye. "She saw Gordon, biting you. We had to come, Dean."

Dean stared back unblinking for a moment before dropping his gaze and shaking his head, biting angrily at his lip before answering. "I almost shot you."

"I'm sorry."

He looked at her again, the look in his eyes shooting straight to her heart. "You two stay here with her." He nodded at the woman Sam had finally freed from her bonds. "I mean it, Dev. Stay here."

Nicole grabbed at Dean's arm. "I saw it, Dean. You have to be careful. Let us come with you, watch your back. Please."

Devon looked back at him with tears in her eyes, and Dean closed his eyes again with frustration before nodding reluctantly. The woman Gordon had held hostage was barely able to stand, and Dean swept her up into his arms, her arm slung over his shoulders. "Come on. Stay close." Sam squeezed Nicole's shoulder, and they all moved forward.

Nicole let out an alarmed cry a few seconds later, a metallic crash stopping them in their tracks as a heavy aluminum overhead door slammed down between Nicole and Sam, leaving him separated from the rest of the group. Dean set the woman he was carrying on the floor, shouting his brother's name as he attempted to lift it again, then pounded on it angrily as he realized it wasn't going to budge. "Sam!"