We ended up back at the bar, sitting around a table. A waitress came over to the table, bringing another round and placing it down. Dean reached for his wallet but Gordon stopped him. "No, no, I got it," He said, pulling out some bills from his own wallet.

"Come on," Dean said, smirking. "I insist," He said, dropping the bills onto the waitress' tray. "Thank you, sweetie." She smiled in thanks and walked away. Gordon raised a shot glass, "Another one bites the dust."

"That's right," Dean agreed and click his own glass with Gordon's. I looked at Sam, who was sitting beside me with Dean sitting at my other side and he looked over at me as well, shaking his head slightly. I looked down, shaking my head.

"Dean -" He started and then let out a laugh. "You gave that big-ass fang one hell of a haircut, my friend." Dean smiled, "Thank you."

"That was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful," Gordon said. "Yep," Dean said after he took a drink. He then looked over at me and Sam. "You all right, Sammy? Scar?"

"We're fine," Sam said for the both of us. "Well, lighten up a little, Sammy. Scar," Gordon said. I rolled my eyes while Sam stared at him. "They're the only once who gets to call me that," He informed, motioning to me and Dean.

Dean rolled his eyes, looking down at the table. "Okay," Gordon agreed and then looked at me with a small smirk, "Scar?" I rolled my eyes again before giving a sarcastic smile. "Likewise," I informed.

"Alright. No offense meant. Just celebrating a little. Job well done," Gordon said. "Right. Well, decapitations aren't our idea of a . . . 'good time', you see?" I said.

"Oh, come one, sweetheart, it's not like it was human," He stated. "You've gotta have a little more fun with your job."

Dean clicked his fingers, "See? That's what I've been trying to tell them," He said and then looked at me and Sam as he pointed at Gordon. "You could learn a thing or two from this guy."

I let out a scoff as Sam looked between the two in disbelief. "Yeah I bet we could," He said. "Look, I'm not gonna bring you guys down. I'm just gonna go back to the motel." He looked at me, "Coming?"

I nodded, "Yep," I said as Dean sat down his drink, "You guys sure?" He asked, rubbing his hand down his face.

"Yeah," Sam conformed as we both got up. I grabbed Sam's arm, leading him away. "Guys?" Dean started, making us turn back to the table. "Remind me to beat that buzzkill out of you later, all right?" He throw the car keys to Sam. I rolled my eyes before we walked out of the bar.

We climbed into the Impala and Sam drove us back to the motel room. The ride was quiet as I knew both of us were thinking about the same thing; Gordon. Who was really the guy? Leaving Dean with him didn't feel right.

I soon got to the motel and climbed out. We walked into our room and I let out a sigh as Sam dropped the car keys onto a cactus hook. I shook my head, biting my lower lip. "I can't take this," I mumbled, shoving my hand into my jacket pocket. "I'm going to call Ellen." I pulled my phone out of the pocket.

"Yeah, good idea," Sam agreed, sighing as he dropped into one of the beds. I rang the number and it ring for a few times before it was picked up with music playing in the background and loud chatter.

"Harvelle's Roadhouse," Ellen said. "Hey, Ellen, uh, it's Scarlett Winchester," I greeted, trying to make my voice less concerned than it was.

"Scarlett, hey baby, it's good to hear from you. You and the boys are okay, aren't you?" She asked, concern came into her tone.

"Yeah. Yeah, everything's fine, I just . . . uh, got a question," I said as I looked over at my big brother who was watching me. "Yeah, shoot," Ellen said and I sat down on the bed that Sam was on.

"You ever run across a guy named Gordon Walker?" I asked. "Yeah, I know Gordon," She informed. "And, how is he?" I asked.

"Well, he's a real good hunter. Why are you asking, honey?" She asked. "Well, we ran into him on a job and we're kinda . . . working with him, I guess," I explained.

"Don't do that, Scar," She said. I frowned, "What? I - I thought you said he was a good hunter," I said as Sam sat up.

"Yeah, and Hannibal Lecter's a good psychiatrist. Look, he is dangerous to everyone and everything around him. If he's working on a job you and your brothers just let him handle it and you move on," She ordered.

"Ellen -" I started, slightly confused. "No, Scarlett," She cut me off, her voice was full of concern. "You - just listen to what I'm telling you, okay?"

"Right, okay," I gave in, letting out a small sigh. "You and your brothers be careful, alright?" She said. I let out a small smile, "Yeah, we will," I said. "Talk with you soon."

"Bye, honey," She said. "Bye," I said before hanging up. I dropped my phone at the bed and shook my head to Sam. "She said he ain't good," I informed. "Yeah, figured that," He mumbled.

"We shouldn't left Dean with him," I said, getting up. "Well, we couldn't convince him to drop him off and come with us," Sam said and I sighed. "We could have tried," I mumbled before heading to the door. "I'm going to grab a drink from the machine."

"I'll come with ya," He said and we walked out of the room. We went to the vending machine and Sam put the money in, pushing two buttons to get two cans of soda while I leaned against the machine from the side with my arms crossed across my chest.

I frowned, feeling like I was been watched. Sam grabbed the two cans and signaled that we should head back. I uncrossed my arms and pushed myself from the machine before we headed back to the room. We walked side by side and then glanced at each other, knowing we both felt as we been watched.

He paused, looking around him slightly and then slowly he opened one of the cans, handing the other to me to make it look like that was why we stopped and then we carried on walking.

Cautiously, he glanced around as he opened the door. He let me walk inside first and the he closed the door behind us. We looked at each other and sighed in relief. I gave a nod before walking forward and placing my can on the table. Suddenly, something jumped onto my back from behind and arms wrapped around me.

"Scar!" Sam called and the person was thrown off me, my brother punching him and he fall to the floor. I spun quickly, seeing another man coming at us and I threw a punch to his face, knocking him to the floor. I heard a loud bang and turned to see the other man had gotten up and whacked Sam over the head with the telephone, knocking him out.

I grabbed the man's arm and flipped him over, making the telephone to drop to the floor. I turned around to see the man I punched before was up and everything went black.

... ...

I blinked a few times, felling I was in a moving vehicle. My mouth was gagged and I had a bag over my head, preventing me from seeing anything. Even so, I moved my head around. I could feel a body moving next to me and I hoped that it was Sam.

After a moment, the vehicle stopped and then I was violently tugged from the spot, being dragged somewhere else. Someone threw me onto a chair and started to tie my hands down before finally pulling the bag off my head.

I blinked against the light and glanced around. I saw Sam in a same position next to me. He looked at me for a second before his eyes flickered to something in front of me and my eyes followed. There was a man standing in front of me; I remember him from earlier, it was the bartender.

As we stared, he opened his mouth, revealing a mouth full of fangs and slowly walked towards me. I struggled, trying to pull the ropes to attack him before he will do anything to me. Sam was wriggling, trying to get to me but he couldn't.

"Wait!" A woman's voice called, making the vamp to halt. "Step back, Eli." I looked to the doorway and saw a woman standing there. The man, Eli pulled back as his fangs retracting.

The woman walked over and pulled off mine and Sam's gags, "My name's Lenore. I'm not going to hurt you. We just need to talk."

"Talk? Yeah, okay, but I might have a tough time paying attention to much besides Eli's teeth," I snapped.

"He won't hurt you either. You have my word," She promised, making me scoff. "Your word? Oh yeah, great, thanks."

"Listen lady, no offense but you're not the first vampire we've met," Sam said. "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 informed.

"What is this, some kind of joke?" Sam asked. "Notice you two still alive," She pointed out. Sam let out a chuckle, glancing between Eli and Lenore, "Okay, uh, correct me if I'm wrong here, but shouldn't you be starving to death?" Sam asked.

"We've found other ways. Cattle blood," She said. I frowned, "You're telling me you're responsible for all the -"

"It's not ideal, in fact it's disgusting," She cut me off. "But - it allows us to get by."

"Okay, uh, why?" Sam asked. "Survival," She replied, giving a small nod before wrapping her arms across her chest as she turned around with her back facing us, "No deaths, no missing locals, no reason for people like you to come looking for people like us." She turned around to face us again, "We blend in. Our kind is practically extinct. Turns out we weren't quite as high up the food chain as we imagined."

"Why are we explaining ourselves to those killers?" Eli suddenly asked. "Eli!" Lenore warned. "We choke on cow's blood so that none of them suffer. Tonight they murdered Conrad and they celebrated," He said.

"Eli, that's enough," Lenore said. "Yeah, Eli, that's enough," I mocked. "What's done is done. We're leaving this town tonight," Lenore informed as she turned back to us.

"Then why did you bring us here? Why are you even talking to us?" Sam asked. "Believe me, I'd rather not," She said. "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."

"So you're asking us not to follow you," I said. "We have a right to live. We're not hurting anyone," She said. "Right, so you keep saying, but give us one good reason why we should believe you," I said.

"Fine," She said as she got in my face. I glared at her, not showing that this was kinda uncomfortable for me. "You know what I'm going to do?" She asked. "I'm going to let you go." My glare turned to confusion and she pulled back, "Take them back. Not a mark on 'em."

A sack was pushed back over my head and hands gripped onto my arms, tugging me from the chair. I was dragged through the house and outside, feeling the cold air. The sound of a car door opening was heard and then I was pushed inside, Sam's body slid in after me before the door was shut and engine of the car was heard.

... ...

Eli and the other vampire dropped up close to the motel and took the sacks and ropes before driving off. I looked back at Sam and he at me before we started to walk back to the motel and went to our room.

I opened the door of the room and walked inside with Sam behind. We froze when we saw Dean sitting at the table with Gordon, a map and papers were at the table as well.

Dean looked up at us with a slightly concerned look, "Where you been?" I clenched my jaw, "Can we talk to you alone?" I asked. Dean turned to Gordon, "You mind chillin' out for a couple minutes?"

Gordon shook his head and Dean stood up and the three of us walked out. Dean closed the door behind us and we walked down the stairs. "Dean, maybe we've got to rethink this hunt," Sam said.

"What are you talking about? Where were you guys?" Dean asked. I shook my head, "In the nest, dude," I replied.

"You found it?" Dean asked. "They found us, man," Sam corrected. "How'd you get out? How many'd you kill?" Dean asked. "None," I replied. Dean let out a chuckle, "Well Scar, they didn't just let you guys go."

"That's exactly what they did," I said and we stopped. "All right, well, where is it?" He asked. "We were blindfolded, we don't know," Sam replied.

"Well, you've got to know something," Dean said. "We went over that bridge outside of town, but Dean, listen, I don't think we shouldn't go after them," I said.

"Why not?" He asked. "I don't think they're like other vampires. I don't think they're killing people," I explained.

"You're joking," Dean said, staring at me and then at Sam before back at me, "Then how do they stay alive? Or undead, or whatever the hell they are."

"The cattle mutilations. They said they live off of animal blood," Sam informed. "And you two believed them?" Dean asked.

"Look at us, Dean. They let us go without a scratch," I pointed out. "Wait, so you're saying . . . No, dude, no way. I don't know why they let you go. I don't really care. We find 'em, we waste 'em," Dean said before he walked pass us to go back to the room but I stopped him, "What? Why?"

He looked back at us, "What part of 'vampires' don't you understand, guys? If it's supernatural, we kill it, end of story. That's our job."

"No, Dean, that is not our job. Our job is hunting evil. And if these things aren't killing people, they're not evil!" Sam said.

"Of course they're killing people, that's what they do. They're all the same, guys. They're not human, okay? We have to exterminate every last one of them," Dean said.

"No, Dean, we don't think so, all right? Not this time," I said. He pointed behind him to the door of our room, "Gordon's been on those vamps for a year, guys, he knows."

"Gordon?" I asked in disbelief. "Yes," Dean said. "You're taking his word for it?" Sam asked. "That's right," Dean said.

"Ellen says he's bad news," I informed. "You called Ellen?" Dean asked and I nodded, "And I'm supposed to listen to her? We barely know her, Scar, no thanks, I'll go with Gordon."

"Right, 'cause Gordon's such an old friend," I snapped. "You don't think I can see what this is?" He frowned, "What are you talking about?"

"He's a substitute for Dad, isn't he? A poor one," I said. Dean huffed, turning around, "Shut up, Scar."

I started following, "He's not even close, Dean. Not on his best day," I snapped. He turned back around with a big smile, "You know what? I'm not even going to talk about this."

"You know, you slap on this big fake smile but I can see right through it. Because I know how you feel, Dean. I know and Sam know. Dad's dead! And he left a hole, and it hurts so bad you can't take it, but you can't just fill up that hole with whoever you want to! It's an insult to his memory!" I shouted, letting out all of my anger.

Dean stared at me for a moment, he had a small smirk on him. "Okay." He started to turn away, but suddenly, he turned and punched me on my jaw, and I fell on the floor. "Dean!" Sam shouted, shoving him back.

I looked up at Dean and quickly got up. I wanted to throw a punch on him too but Sam stood between us with his arms out in front of both of us. I wasn't surprise by getting a punch, been a hunter you can get punched like that but I won't lie; I was surprised that I got a punch from a family. This was the first time Dean did that.

I took a deep breath to calm myself while Dean stared at me. "You can hit me all you want. It won't change anything 'cause you know I'm right," I said.

Dean pointed a finger at me, "Stop. Please, just stop," He said and then moved the finger between me and Sam, "I'm going to that nest. You don't want to tell me where it is, fine. I'll find it myself."

He gave me one last look before turning around and walking back to the room. "Dean?" Sam called before we followed him back to the room. We walked into the room to find it empty. I frowned and looked around.

"Gordon?" Dean called but no one answered. "You think he went after them?" Sam asked. "Probably," Dean agreed. I shook my head, "We have to stop him."

"Really, Scar? Because I say we lend a hand," Dean said. I groaned in frustration, "Just give me the benefit of the doubt, would you? You owe me that!" I snapped.

"Yeah, we'll see. I'll drive," Dean said and hold his hand to Sam. "Give me the keys." Sam pointed to the table where he put them earlier but there was nothing there.

"Great, you buddy snaked the keys," I said, giving a sarcastic smile to Dean as best as I could 'cause I felt pain on my face because of the punch. Dean looked between us in disbelief before walking pass us out of the room.

Sam and I followed him out and went to the Impala. We climbed into our seats and then Sam handed me the map. Dean bend over his dashboard, pulling out some wires to hotwire the Impala. I glanced at him to see him grimacing before looking down at the map and unfolding it on my lap.

"I can't believe this. I just fixed her up, too," Dean said and the car started. He turned slightly at me, "So the bridge, is that, uh, is that all you got?"

"The bridge was four and a half minutes from their farm," I informed, finding the bridge on the map. "How do you know?" He asked.

I looked up at him, "I counted," I informed. Sam let out a smile as he looked at me while Dean looked impressed. I looked back down at the map and started to trace the math on the map, "They took a left out of the farm, then turned right onto a dirt road, followed that for two minutes slightly up a hill, then took another quick right and we hit the bridge."

"You're good. You're a monster pain in the ass, but you're good," Dean complimented before pulling out of the parking lot. "Thanks, you pain in the ass too," I said, making Sam to let out a small chuckle while Dean huffed.

Hope you know guys; Dean wasn't really himself at the moment when he punched Scarlett, so he didn't mean to. Anyway, I really want to know what you thought about the chapter. If you guys have any suggestions and you want to share them please do, I would love to read them.

Katherine