"I don't like that guy." I say nonchalantly to Sam as we walk back from the bar to the motel room. Gordon and Dean wanted to 'celebrate' after they got the vamps at the pier. They made me stay behind. I'm not too heartbroken because from what I heard, Dean's kill was pretty nasty.
After a while of Gordon's creepy conversations, Sam and I both decided to leave. Gordon wasn't too fond of me. I'm, quote, 'too sarcastic and rude for his liking.' And, he wouldn't stop calling Sam, Sammy even when Sam clearly told Gordon that only Dean can call him that. After the third time, I finally told him to 'call him by Sam or I'll shove my cup so far up your ass, you'll be coughing up glass for weeks.' Dean didn't like that. The jackass suggested that I leave, so Sam, being Sam, decided to come with me. I now understand why Ellen warned us not to work a job with him when we were on the phone earlier.
"I like him just as much as you do." He mumbles back and I nod, looking around at the eerie surroundings. Something doesn't feel right. I go to say something but by the time I can find my voice, Sam has stopped at the doorstep. He must feel the same way as me about the surroundings because he looks around the parking lot too, evaluating, before quickly unlocking the door and walking inside.
"Kind of…spooky, right?" I examine, trying to keep the shakiness out of my voice. Sam nods his agreement and turns around right as another guy pops up, causing me to yell a curse. I feel another person come up behind me and I quickly spin around, choosing the fight mode rather than flight, and clock the guy right on the cheek. But, he barely even pauses. I take a deep breath, thinking about my next move as I hear Sam fighting the other guy. I recall my brothers voice in my head for a second, telling me how to do a half-way round house kick and I quickly spin on my left heel, bringing my right leg up and kicking the guy right behind the knee. This time he falls and I go to hit him again but he grabs my legs, taking my feet from under me. I plummet to the ground and crack my head on the floor. Blackness starts taking over my vision and my last thought is Dean you better help Sam.
"Sam. Samantha." Sam's harsh whisper whips me awake. I groan at the sharp thudding in my head and slowly look up, taking in the dusty surroundings. I'm sitting a few feet across from Sam in a hard, wooden chair. I forgot to mention that there's a rope digging into my wrists, yeah, I'm tied to a chair.
"Yeah." I say and lick my lips once, wincing at the dryness. Sam is tied to a chair too, and his hands are tied from the back also. His hands are moving like he's trying to get free, but judging by all of the items on the table to side of us, which I might have to mention are ours, we're not getting away from here for a while.
"You okay? Your nose is bleeding." Sam observes and I instinctively try to wipe the blood away, but of course it's doesn't work out. Because I'm still tied to this stupid fucking chair.
"I'm fine. I just hit my head pretty hard. You okay? I heard you go down hard too." I say and Sam smiles slightly before tensing when a man walks in, but he's not the same guy from earlier. It's the-
"Hey, you're the bartender from earlier!" I say smiling slightly. I guess it makes sense, in the movies you're always captured by the guy you least expect. Like a bartender perhaps. He glares down at me and grabs my hair, in a messy bun, harshly. I grunt and meet his dark brown eyes, ignoring Sam's yell at him. I hear a hiss start, sounding a crazy cat with a lot of saliva in his mouth, and I see knife sharp teeth come out of the man's gums.
"Hey, you're a vampire!" I say, using the same false-cheerful tone from earlier. I would laugh at myself if I wasn't about to get my life sucked away from me. Literally. Okay, that was a great pun.
I accidently snort aloud at my own pun and the guy hisses again before lighter footsteps comes around the hallway and stopping right beside me.
"Stop scaring the young girl, Eli." A smooth woman's voice says before 'Eli' hisses once more and steps away, pushing my head back down, harshly again. I groan and move my neck from side to side, popping it. Eli's fans retract and he glares at Sam and me, stepping back towards Sam.
"Let us go." Sam's tough voice says, staring at the girl.
"My name's Lenore. I'm not going to hurt you. We just need to talk." She replies, pretty much ignoring Sam's command. I tug at the ropes once more and roll my eyes when they don't magically untie themselves.
"Talk? Yeah, okay, but I might have a tough time paying attention to much besides Eli's teeth right next to Samantha's throat." Sam grunts out and I smile at him being protective over me. Lenore glares over at Eli for a second before looking down at me, looking at the blood.
"He won't hurt you either. You have my word." I roll my eyes, watching Sam do the same thing.
"Alright, Chicka. The dick just made my possible concussion worse. You don't just go pulling peoples head and threatening people with teeth." I mutter and she laughs.
"I apologize for his hostility. We just don't like having hunters in our place."
"I don't really like being tied up in a vampire's place but I'm not the one who decided that." I say, finishing in sing-song. Sam stares at me with wide eyes, his hands moving again.
"We're not like the others. We don't kill humans, and we don't drink their blood. We haven't for a long time." She says, now looking at both of us. Sam's eyebrows raise and he gives the vamps a disbelieving look.
"What is this, some kind of joke?"
"Notice, you're still alive." She remarks, looking between both of us.
"Okay, say you're not drinking from the Kool-Aid. Shouldn't you be starving to death or something?" I ask, directing all three's attention from each other.
"We found other ways, cattle blood." She answers and I wince, disgusted out.
"Poor cows. So, you're the things responsible for the innocent cow mutilations." I say jokingly. Sam sends me a look to stop being lippy, but I ignore it.
"It's not ideal, in fact it's disgusting. But - it allows us to get by."
"Okay. But, why?" Sam asks, stopping the hand movements instead and focusing on the vamps.
"Survival. No deaths, no missing locals, no reason for people like you to come looking for people like us. We blend in. Our kind is practically extinct. Turns out we weren't quite as high up the food chain as we imagined." She explains and once again the angry vamp, Eli, glares at me. Harsher than before.
"Why are we explaining ourselves to this killer?" He asks. I roll my eyes and try to keep my mouth shut but it doesn't end up happening.
"Listen, buddy. He's not a killer, he's a hunter. There's a difference, asshole. So, if you don't shut your mouth, Sam and I'll teach you what a hunter does to monsters." I grumble and Sam smiles slightly but still glares at Eli.
"We choke on cow's blood so that none of you suffer. Tonight, you murdered Conrad and you celebrated." He retorts. I go to make another remark that might end up with him killing me but Lenore interrupts me.
"Eli, that's enough."
"Yeah, Eli, that's enough." Sam states. God damn, are we going to be going at it like this all day? Or night. Whatever it is. Where the hell is Dean? Oh right, he's with Pedo Gordon.
"What's done is done. We're leaving this town tonight." Lenore says, going back to the earlier conversation.
"Then why did you bring us here? Why are you even talking to us?" Sam asks.
"Believe me, I'd rather not. But I know your kind. Once you have the scent you'll keep tracking us. It doesn't matter where we go. Hunters will find us." She states. I don't blame her necessarily, she's afraid. Fear makes people do incredibly stupid stuff.
"So you're asking us not to follow you." Sam adds it together, looking at her in disbelief. She shakes her head and steps closer to Sam, almost making me panic.
"We have a right to live. We're not hurting anyone." She says, her voice almost going onto a screeching level. My head thumps again and I groan, screwing my eyes shut.
"Good god, seriously? I have a head-ache y'know." I mumble and drop my head again, wincing as each breath I take makes my head thump painfully. Oh my god, this is worse than one of those vision things. A searing pain rears up in my head and I groan loudly. I can hear the others still talking but I couldn't pay attention if I tried. Another wave of pain rolls in my head and I groan again.
"Sam. Sam. Something's wrong." I groan out and let out a pained cry. I hear rushed movements and Sam's voice ring through the room.
"Let me go. Something is wrong with her." He yells and I let out a pained scream at the pulsing pain. Then, it happens.
"The man with the yellow eyes."
"He came to me. In my dream. He said I was special. He told me he's got big plans for me. Wait 'till you see what's in store, Andy, for both of us! See, he's the one who told me that ... I had a brother. A twin."
"I see you. Bye-bye." Dean places the sniper rifle under his head and pulls the trigger, blood flying everywhere.
Someone is screaming. It's loud and painful and…it's me. The vamp, Eli, is right on front of me and…are his? Yeah, his fangs are out.
"I swear to god. I will kill you if you touch her!" Sam's infuriated scream reaches my ears and I eventually find the will to close my mouth, cutting the scream off. I'm breathing heavily and after the pain starts going away, I let a small whimper out. I don't know what that was. It wasn't like the usual episodes…this was terrible. Dean…Dean killed himself.
"Are you okay?" Sam yells to me and I nod before saying a quiet yes. Lenore is placing a bag over Sam's head and my head is hanging, looking down at Eli's dirty shoes. I don't want to leave, I don't want to find out if that episode was real or not. I don't want to see Dean dead. I can't even get any words out. Maybe it's because I have a concussion, on my first hunt I got kidnapped by vampires, or because of the vision. Maybe I'm in shock.
Eli hastily places a bag over my head too and cuts the rope, leading me outside. I trip over my feet a few times, but otherwise the walk is not eventful. Once we get to the vehicle, Eli throws me in the trunk. I hear an oof and my body crashes into someone else.
"Sorry." I mutter to Sam and try to keep my breathing even as the car starts moving.
"You okay?" Sam asks me as we walk the final black to the motel. Eli stopped the car three blocks away so in case Dean was back at the motel, he didn't want to be killed for taking us. Those vamps are okay in my book, especially for not killing Sam or me. They didn't really harm me too bad either. So Sam decided to make sure the other hunters are going to step away from this hunt.
In the car earlier, I was pretty much going out of my head scared of what if Dean did just kill himself, but I quickly realized that the place that I, or the guy's mind I was in, was completely different then where we are now. And, I went over the vision again and I saw Sam laying on the ground unconscious. So, I may have seen the future or something. I'm not too sure, I'm going to talk to the boys. Whenever Mr. Creepy isn't around though.
"I'm fine. You?" I ask and Sam glances at me quickly before focusing on the room ahead of us. It's silent for a few seconds, the only sound is the patter of our stumbling footsteps. Sam doesn't answer the question and I can't help but wonder if he's actually okay. I mean the dude just lost his dad.
"So, uh, did you-" Sam stutters, looking down at his feet, "Did you get a vision or something?" He finally asks and I remain silent for a few seconds until I nod slowly.
"What was it?" He asks cautiously.
"Not too clear. Some guy was talking about yellow-eyes, then he said something like 'I see you, goodbye' to Dean and the next thing I know, Dean's blowing his brains out." I say carefully and Sam stops walking, grabbing my elbow so I stop right next to him.
"What? What does that mean?" He asks roughly, looking down into my eyes. His eyes are panicked and he keeps glancing towards the lit up motel room. I visibly gulp and try to avert my eyes to look anywhere but at Sam's eyes.
"I don't know. It seemed like this was the future though. Like you were there, but you were unconscious. And some guy also mentioned an Andy." I whisper brokenly. I mean, I've only met the guy two weeks ago, but we've been kidnapped together. I think that might make us a little close. Therefore I don't like seeing him sad or panicked. And, right now he's pretty much a mix of both.
"Look, we'll figure it out. We just need to talk to Dean and Gordon about the vamps. Okay? It's alright. We'll just work with it." I say comfortingly as his lip twitches and he hasn't talked for a few dozen seconds. He nods and starts walking back towards the room again without saying anything. I stay back for a few seconds, sighing and shaking my head before another wave of pain hits me. I wince as I look back to Sam, and see him opening the motel door. Good to know that he wouldn't even notice if I was kidnapped again.
And those are the bitter thoughts that made me so hated. Shaking my thoughts away, I slowly walk up to the parking lot as Sam and Dean come back out the door and start talking. Within minutes the yelling starts.
"Right, 'cause Gordon's such an old friend. You don't think I can see what this is?" Sam asks loudly and I can already tell this is going to be messy. Do these guys ever actually get along?
Dean gets a hard look in his eyes and he steps forward slightly. I have older siblings, I know when a fight is about to happen. And this is most definitely one.
"What are you talking about?" Dean asks, though he already knows what Sam is implying. I step up a foot away from them and shake my head, hiding the wince this time.
"Sam, c'mon. Don't do this, let's just get out of the town, huh?" I ask, faking the cheerful tone. Dean glances at me and winces at my, probably, bloody or swollen face. Sam just ignores me and looks at Dean, accusingly.
"He's a substitute for Dad, isn't he? A poor one." I look up, annoyed at Sam's stupid words.
"Sam, you need to shut up."
"Shut up, Sam." Dean and I say at the same time. We share a glance and I give him an apologetic smile.
"He's not even close, Dean. Not on his best day." Sam's arm lift slightly, along with his voice. I rub my head, coming back with my hand dirty, and blow out an exhausted breath.
"C'mon. I'm tired and my body hurts. Can't this wait till…" I trail off, looking around the parking lot. Something is missing.
"You know what? I'm not even going to talk about this." Dean continues, unaware to my internal panic. Gordon's dumbass car is gone. How does that happen? How does someone just sneak out of a motel parking lot in a car?! I try to interrupt the brothers again but they of course don't listen. Fuck it.
I run into the motel room, looking around the motel room for the Impala keys but come up empty handed. Dammit. I know the idiot went to wipe out those vamps. He probably eavesdropped on the boys and decided to go against mine and Sam's wishes to go and kill them. Sam and I made a promise not to come for them. I'm not good at much but I am good at keeping a promise and I can't ruin that. I can't let this happen. I spin around in a circle and stop when something catches my eye on the coat hook behind the door. Keys! I quickly grab them and run back out the door to see that they're still fighting. It looks like Sam got hit, and knowing how my sister and brother fought, he probably did get hit.
This time I don't even try to get their attention, I simply sprint to the Impala, insert the keys, put it in drive and spin out of the parking lot. Leaving Sam and Dean fighting at the crumby motel room.
"Gordon! Don't do this!" I scream as I pull up to a house. This looks like the place. I didn't know where I was going the whole way here and I was getting worried that I would have to turn around and face the infuriated Dean Winchester, until I saw taillights going over a bridge. So I went on a whim and decided to follow it. Believe it or not, it turned out to be Gordon.
I hurriedly open the car door, thanking heavens that I indeed did not wreck the car, and grab the gun I found under the seat. I know that this might not end the way I'm dreaming for it to happen, it might get bloody. And if he decides to try and kill me or something, I might have to shoot him or something. I'm still sketchy on these type of things. I guess I know what will happen when it happens. I just need to stop thinking.
"Get away from here, Samantha. This is the adult's job." He replies, grabbing a knife out of the trunk and a jar filled with…blood?
"Listen, asshole. These aren't the usual monsters. They're clean. They drink cattle blood." I say, my words almost slurring together because of the rushed tone and possibly because of the concussion too. Gordon rolls his eyes and slams the trunk, glaring over at me. My hands twitch on the gun, my palms sweating so much I have the urge to wipe them off. But, I can't because I have a handgun in my hands.
"You need to leave. I will retort to force." Gordon threats. I'm trying desperately to keep my breathing even but I'm facing a threat alone. A human threat. And I may have to shoot this human if he tries to kill me.
"Gordon. You touch these vampires and I will personally put a bullet in your leg. Please stop, these aren't bad people. They're good, they aren't killing anyone." I all but beg. My vision swims for a second and my feet take an uneven step for a second before I straighten. Gordon and I are only about three feet apart now.
"They are not clean! You do not know what these monsters are capable of!" He screams and I stumble over my footsteps backwards as he starts advancing on me. I pull back the slide and start to aim at him right as I feel a force crash into me. I almost crash to the ground but at the last second, a harsh grip is on my arm and I'm brought back up so quickly my head swims at the force of it being brought back up. A knife is at my throat but I don't notice because for the second time today, I'm knocked out.
A fist connects with my cheek and I let a whimper out. Everything is throbbing. I woke up in the same chair, tied to it again. Except this time, I'm actually in danger. For the first five minutes, nothing happened. I stared at the knocked out Lenore tied to the chair across from me. Then, I actually tried to talk. And I got hit. And each time after that, if I made a sound, I'd get a fist to the face, stomach, or a kick to the legs. And because of how snarky and stupid I am, I've talked many, many times. I'm bloody. I'm bruised. I'm scared of Dean being mad at me for stealing the Impala.
"Damn, that hurt!" I exclaim, sounding excited while I'm actually sobbing. Gordon's crazy eyes twitch and he grabs something off of the table, but I can't see what because I'm pretty sure if I turn my head I'll pass out. When his hand comes into my vision, my breath halts. It's the knife he was carrying earlier.
"You do not get to defend these monsters anymore!" He screams and brings the knife across my arm. A small scream comes out of my throat but it's covered by another sob. My head, chest, legs, arms, hands, stomach, and even my ass is aching. Everything hurts. Is this really how I'm going to die? By the hands of a psychotic hunter? Just as I'm about to tell him to kill me, a small, cracking voice interrupts me.
"Stop." Lenore begs, her head moving slightly. "Please stop." She says again. Gordon looks over his shoulder before quickly walking over to her. I take a shaky breath and wince as Gordon strikes Lenore across the face.
"Any last words?" He asks as he places the knife against Lenore's throat. It sounds like a bad movie line. Maybe I'm actually dead. Maybe those pills actually killed me and I'm in a bad action movie. Full of sadness and vampires and Impala's. I'm not in a movie though because one second I'm begging Gordon not to kill Lenore and the next second, Dean and Sam Winchester burst through the front door, possessing weapons.
I know that Gordon took the keys in the original episode, but my OC effects the storyline. Haha. Anyways thanks for all the follows and favorites!