"OK. We're finally all set. Let's grab our first," Billy Bob said.
"From a local bar?" Jason asked.
"No. We'll do it totally random. We point to a place on a map and that's where we go. That way they won't even be local."
"Good thinking," Ben approved. He grabbed a map.
Billy Bob closed his eyes and pointed. "Red Lodge, Montana," he declared when he opened his eyes. That was a fair way to go, but that would probably work to their advantage.
SSS
Sam and Dean were in the bar with their new found hunting partner, Gordon Walker. There was something about him that Sam didn't like—or trust.
He sat there listening to his hunting stories with more and more unease. He seemed to be taking too great a delight in it.
SSS
When they got a few miles away from Red Lodge, they filled up the van's gas tank and muddied up the license plate. They would have to get in and out pretty quick so that they didn't attract any attention.
SSS
"I gotta hit the head," Gordon said and headed off to the bathroom.
When he was gone, Sam said, "Doesn't he bother you?"
"What do you mean?" Dean asked.
"He seems to enjoy hunting a little too much."
Dean rolled his eyes. For someone that hated hunting, any enjoyment of the job would be too much. "He's just a hunter. I like him."
"I don't. I don't think you do either. Not really. I think you just miss Dad and you're trying to connect with someone else in the same way."
Dean slammed his empty beer glass on the table. "I told you to stop bringing up Dad," he growled.
"Dean."
"No, I mean it. You're the one who feels guilty. And you should. Dad always did everything for you and you never appreciated it. I would have killed for half the attention he gave you," Dean practically yelled.
"What are you talking about?" Dean had clearly been Dad's favorite.
"You got to have a life outside of hunting. I never did. I knew about it since I was five. He sheltered you."
Sam was shocked. He never realized that Dean felt that way. "Dean…"
"Just go back to the hotel, Sam. Let me enjoy the rest of the night."
"Fine," Sam agreed. Dean was taking Dad's death really hard. He would give him some time.
Sam got half way to the door, when Dean called him back. "Take the keys." It was as much of a peace offering as he was capable of right now.
"Thanks," Sam said.
SSS
They were sitting outside of the first bar they had come to. They were waiting for a single person to come out.
"That's the guy that killed my family," Billy Bob said in amazement.
He and Jason were sitting in the front of the van. Ben was sitting in the back. "Want to go for him?"
"Oh, yeah."
Sam was heading across to the far side of the parking lot. He was going to have to pass right by the van. Billy Bob couldn't believe his luck. "Now," he said, when Sam was just behind the van. They had this timed out.
Jason had the door slightly ajar so he wouldn't make any noise opening it. They had disabled the interior light so that nobody would notice. Jason was right behind Sam when Ben swung open the van door knocking Sam into Jason. Jason had prepared a cloth soaked with chloroform as soon as Billy Bob had pointed him out. He placed the cloth over Sam's nose and mouth and pushed him forward at the same time that Ben grabbed him and pulled him in. Billy Bob had just leaned over and closed Jason's door. Ben closed the back door. Billy Bob started driving. Sam was struggling through all of this, but by the time the van got to the end of the road, he had stilled.
SSS
"Where'd Sam go?" Gordon asked.
"He took off," Dean said.
"Something I said?" He had noticed that Sam didn't seem to be that impressed with him.
"No. He just gets that way sometimes," Dean said. He was already feeling bad about what he said.
SSS
Ben and Jason flipped the unconscious Sam over and handcuffed him. They put shackles around his feet and blindfolded him. Then they fastened the five straps around the surfboard they had placed him on. He was too tall for it, but he was still fairly well restrained. Jason climbed back in the front seat and Ben remained next to Sam.
SSS
Gordon and Dean started over towards Gordon's car when Dean stopped short.
"What is it?"
"My car is still here. I gave Sam the keys."
"Think vamps got him?" Gordon asked.
That was the most likely scenario. Dean saw something shiny on the ground halfway between the bar and his car. He ran over and picked them up. They were his keys. "SAM!" he yelled.
"Come on. I only have a few more farms to check for the nest," Gordon reassured him.
Dean nodded. Vampires fed slowly. They could still get Sam back.
SSS
Sam woke up slowly. He felt sick. He couldn't see anything. He felt strapped down and his hands were behind his back. He struggled against his bonds.
"Shh," he heard.
"What do you want?" Sam asked.
He got no answer.
"What do you want?" This time he shouted.
A hand was put over his mouth. "Shh." The hand moved from his mouth and squeezed down on his throat. He gasped for breath. Just when he thought he couldn't take it any more, the hand was removed. This wasn't normal vamp behavior. Could they be something else?
SSS
"That's the bartender from earlier?" Dean whispered. They had been scoping out their third farmhouse of the night and they saw the bartender coming back from work. "Coincidence?"
"No. I had my eye on him," Gordon said.
They prepared some syringes of dead man's blood. Dean wanted to just charge in, but he knew they had to do this the smart way.
SSS
They were just heading into South Dakota, when Billy Bob called back, "We have to stop for gas. How do you want to keep him quiet?"
"We could chloroform him again," Jason suggested.
"Probably best," Ben said.
"Don't use to much," Billy Bob warned. They didn't want to kill the guy.
"I won't."
Sam smelled the sickly sweet smell again and slipped back into unconsciousness.
SSS
Dean hoped they were right as they barged in. There were only two vamps inside. A man and a woman. Gordon injected the man and Dean the woman. They both crumpled to the ground. That did it. Humans wouldn't react that way to dead man's blood. They tied them up and waited for them to wake. Dean did a quick look around the place, but there was no sign of Sam. If he was dead, those vampires were so dead.
They came slowly to. "Where's my brother?" Dean demanded.
"Who?" the female asked.
"Probably the guy he came into the bar with. These are the guys that killed Conrad, Lenore," the male answered.
"Why did you do that? We weren't hurting anyone?" Lenore cried.
"Not hurting anyone?" Dean asked. "It kind of hurts when you sink your fangs into someone and drink all their blood." Dean resisted adding duh.
"We don't eat people. We drink cattle blood."
Dean remembered what drew them to town in the first place. "Wait, you're telling me you're responsible for the cattle blood? But why?"
"Because we're not murderers. It's not our fault someone turned us," Eli complained.
"If you don't kill people, why did you take my brother?"
"I don't know anything about your brother," Lenore said and looked to Eli.
"Maybe he just took off after that fight you had," Eli suggested
Dean was always telling people to look into his eyes and see if he was lying. He took his own advice. They weren't lying. "So, you really don't kill people," he said in amazement."
"They've been taking a little break. They'll go back to humans soon enough," Gordon predicted.
"Wait. You knew about this?" Dean asked.
"All vampires have to die, Dean. It's our job."
Dean remembered Gordon telling him about how his sister had been killed by a vampire. "The vampire that killed your sister deserved to die, but not these two."
"Killed my sister? He didn't kill my sister. He turned her. I killed her."
"You what?" Dean asked. He heard his father's last words ringing in his ears. You either have to save Sam or kill him. Was Sam going to turn into a demon or something?
"I killed her. I didn't blink. And neither would you."
"Yes, I would," Dean whispered.
Before he could react, Gordon lopped off the head of both the vamps and ran off. He had nothing against Dean. He didn't want a confrontation with him over those vamps. And he would be so busy looking for Sam, he wouldn't come after him.
Dean just looked after Gordon. No point in crying over spilled vampire blood. He had to find Sam. The sun was just coming up. He went back to the bar. There was a security camera in the parking lot. There was nobody there, though. He would have to wait until tonight to look at the tape.
SSS
"Is he still out?"
"No."
"We only have another hour drive, but I've got to get gas again."
"We can put him out again," Jason said.
"No, he has to be awake when we get there," Billy Bob said.
"Get where?" Sam asked.
"Gag him?" Ben asked.
"Might not be enough," Billy Bob pondered.
"I got it," Ben decided. He stuffed the whole gag as far down as it would go into Sam's mouth, placed one hand over that and the other on his throat.
"That should do it," Billy Bob agreed as he pulled into the station. "Jason, go pay, we don't want a card trail."
Jason ran inside to pay and Billy Bob waited impatiently for the tank to fill up. If the animal was able to yell out while at the station it was all over.
Sam tried to make any noise at all, but the cloth was practically going down his throat. He felt like he was choking. Soon, the van was moving again and his chance was gone. He was relieved when the cloth was pulled out, though. He took a deep breath. Ben laughed.
SSS
They got to their farm which was much more like an estate now that they had rebuilt on the five acres that their parents had bought with their lottery winnings. Jason got out and opened the outer gate. Inside there was another gate which he also opened. This was the electric fence. They had an ornamental brick fence all around the property so that nobody could see the electric fence on the inside. It had vines growing all along it so even if someone curious climbed over the other fence, they wouldn't really know it was there.
Billy Bob drove up to the stables. They each had a horse. They left Sam in the van, while they saddled them. When they were ready, Billy Bob went to get Sam. He unstrapped Sam and dragged him forward and threw him to the ground. He landed with a thud.
Billy Bob uncuffed Sam's hands and rolled him over and cuffed the hands in the front. Sam tried to reach up to take off his blindfold, but Ben anticipated him and knocked his hands away.
He took the shackles off his feet and Sam felt himself being lifted to his feet. He had no idea where he was, but it smelled like a farm.
Billy Bob took the rope tied to the back of his saddle and tied the other end to Sam's hands. Ben held them down while Billy Bob mounted. Billy Bob started his horse walking at a good clip and Sam was forced to walk behind or fall. There was now no danger of his removing the blindfold as his hands were forced to far away from his face and he had to concentrate on riding.
Ben and Jason rode behind. They had demolished three of the four farmhouses that were purchased, but they had left one of the others. There were woods between the two houses, but a wide trail that they had cut through it. Every time Sam stumbled, he was whipped from behind. Ten minutes later, they were at their destination.
Ben jumped down off his horse and got the chloroform ready. This time, Sam reached up his hands to try to pull the cloth away. Jason pulled Sam's hands away from Ben's. Soon, he stopped struggling.