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Well, who's ready to say goodbye to Gordon?

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CHAPTER TEN- TAINTED BLOOD

Dean banged the door open, frustrated.

We looked up from where we were sitting, poring over maps.

"Man, I must have checked three dozen motels, empty buildings, warehouses," Dean threw his jacket down on the bed.

"Yeah, us too," Sam sighed. "Big city."

Dean washed his face in the sink.

"It's like a giant haystack, and Gordon's a deadly needle. We're running out of daylight. Won't have the sun slowing him down."

"Yeah, he'll be unstoppable," Sam said grimly.

"Hey, give me your phone."

"What for?"

Sam snatched mine as well, pulling out the SIM cards.

"Well, if Gordon knows our cell numbers, he can use the cell signal to track us down."

"Oh, yeah, thanks."

I watched reluctantly as Sam stomped on our phones.

Dean walked back to us, his face carefully expressionless.

"Sam, Bambi, stay here."

"What? Where are you going now?" Sam asked sharply.

Dean pulled out the Colt from his bag.

"I'm going after Gordon."

"What?" I squawked.

"You heard me."

"Not alone, you're not," Sam crossed his arms.

"Sam," Dean's voice was weary.

"I don't need you to sign me a permission slip, okay? He's after you and the kid, not me, and he's turbocharged."

Dean didn't let us object.

"Look, Cas already told us he's turned. He'll look after you, okay?"

I didn't like where this was going.

"You're not going by yourself," I shook Dean hard.

"You're gonna get killed!"

Dean scowled at me.

"I want both of you to stay out of harm's way. It's Sam he's specifically after, and there's no way in hell I'm taking a sixteen year old kid along."

Sam glowered at him.

"So you're the guy with nothing to lose now, huh? Oh wait, let me guess. Because, uh, it's because you're already dead, right?"

Dean shrugged.

"If the shoe fits."

"You know what, man?" Sam kicked at the table.

"I'm sick and tired of your kamikaze trip."

"Whoa, whoa, kamikaze?" Dean rolled his eyes.

"I'm more like a ninja."

"That's not funny," Sam answered.

"It's a little funny," Dean pushed.

"No, it's not," I said tonelessly.

Dean sat down on the bed.

"What do you want me to do, huh? Sit around all day writing sad poems about how I'm gonna die? You know what? I got one. Let's see, what rhymes with 'shut up, guys'?"

"Drop the attitude, Dean," Sam stood up.

"Quit turning everything into a punch line. And you know something else? Stop trying to act like you're not afraid!"

"I'm not!" Dean shouted.

"You're lying," I said quietly.

"Give it up, Dean, I can see right through you."

Dean's face flushed angrily.

"You got no idea what you're talking about."

"Yeah, we do," Sam replied.

"You're scared. Dean. You're scared because your year is running out, and you're still going to hell, and you're freaked."

Dean swung his head around to look at us.

"And how do you know that?"

"Because we know you," I answered softly.

"Really?" Dean raised an eyebrow.

Sam had reached his limit.

"Yeah, I've been following you around my entire life! I mean, I've been looking up to you since I was four, Dean. Studying you, trying to be just like my big brother. So, yeah, I know you, better than anyone else in the world. And this is exactly how you act when you're terrified! I mean, I can't blame you, it's just…."

"What?"

Sam sighed.

"I wish you'd drop the show and be my brother again."

I looked over to Dean.

Sam had said it all, but I couldn't let this go.

"You said it yourself," I murmured.

Dean's gaze shifted to me.

"We're family, Dean, and you don't just let that go."

I caught onto his sleeve.

"I just…."

"What?" Dean said for a second time.

I didn't let go of his arm.

"I just want my big brother back," I whispered.

Dean paused for a second, looking at both of us.

"All right, we'll hole up, cover our scent so he can't track us, and wait the night out here."

~Supernatural~

Dean's phone rang as he barricaded the doors and windows, and Sam lit the incense sticks.

"You've had that phone two hours, Dean," Sam frowned.

"Who'd you give the number to?"

"Nobody."

He picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Dean."

I stiffened as I recognized Gordon's voice.

"How'd you get this number?"

Gordon chuckled.

"Your scent's all over the cellphone store. And that little girl's….. absolutely delicious…."

I shivered involuntarily, and Sam squeezed my hand.

"Of course, I can't smell you now," Gordon added. "Where are you?"

Dean's eyes tightened.

"I guess you'll just have to find us."

"I'd rather you come to me," Gordon said softly.

"What's the matter, Gordo?" Dean paced the floor.

"You're not afraid of us, are you? We're just sitting here. Bring it on!"

"I don't think so," Gordon answered coldly.

"Please, please," We froze at the sound of the girl.

"Factory on riverside off the turnpike," He said in a business-like tone.

"Be here in twenty minutes or the girl dies."

Dean gritted his teeth.

"Let her go, Gordon."

"Bye, Dean."

"Gordon!" Dean glared around the room.

"Don't do this. You don't kill innocent people. You're still a hunter."

"No." Gordon laughed.

"I'm a monster."

~Supernatural~

We found the girl and untied her.

"Hey, we got you," Sam said soothingly.

"Don't worry. We're gonna get you out of here."

We helped her up.

"Watch your head."

She was sobbing, and could barely walk, so Dean slung her arm over his shoulder and picked her up.

"Stay close, Sam," Dean ordered.

Dean spoke too soon.

A mechanized door suddenly slid down in front of Sam, cutting him off from us.

"Sam!"

"Dean! Odette!"

"Damn it," Dean swore, hacking at the door.

Cursing myself for my stupidity, I called for Castiel.

"Cas-"

Before I could do more than say his name, the girl tackled us to the ground, fangs bared.

I closed my eyes on instinct as the vampire girl screamed.

There was a dull thud, and I opened my eyes cautiously.

Cas pulled us up, opening the door with a flick of his wrist.

We came just in time to see Sam cut off Gordon's head.