【"A peacefulness follows any decision, even the wrong one. ~Rita Mae Brown"】
"Well, if it's a coven we need to act fast and kill them all." Sam says as he closes the tub and places it back on the metal rack before sliding it and the girl's body back into the cooler. Shaking her head some Blaine grips the edges of her surgical gloves before ripping them off.
"Finding them first would be best that way we can figure out exactly how many there are and then work out a plan from there on." Blain says as she tosses the gloves into a trashcan that's situated a few feet away.
"Well, how about we get a drink then go from there." Dean says as he follows suit with the gloves.
"Don't you think we should at least try to find a place to stay first?" Sam asks as they shrug out of the lab coats.
"I was gonna' leave that up to you and Blaine to figure out." Dean replies, a cheesy grin popping up on his face as Blaine turns around to look at him.
Quirking an eyebrow Blaine shakes her head again before moving towards the door that leads back to the hallway.
"I saw a motel on the way into town, let's stop there." Sam says as they walk out of the morgue and towards the exit while avoiding security. Bouncing through the rather warm parking lot the three of them arrive at the Impala, sliding in, Dean cranks up the car and pulls out of the parking lot heading towards the motel on the other side of town.
The air in the car remains quiet as a few old rock songs play in the background as Dean pulls into the parking lot of the Crown Royal motel. Shoving the Impala into park he kills it and looks into the rearview mirror at Blaine.
"Uh, do you want your own room or do you mind sharing a room with us?" Dean asks startling Blaine some with the question that just came out of his mouth.
Blaine's jaw slackens some as she tries to piece together a way to reply to the question, "Uh, I don't mind sharing a room, plus it won't set you back extra money and it's an easier way to relay information for the case."
"Right, right, Sam you okay with it?" Dean asks as he looks over at his younger brother, who is staring out of the passenger side window obviously in his own world. "Sammy… Sammy!"
Whirling his head towards Dean he blinks a few times, "What?"
Dean rolls his eyes as Blaine chuckles, "I asked if you're cool with Blaine sharing a room with us."
"Yeah, sure I don't mind." Sam replies as she shrugs his shoulders. Eyeing his brother some Dean opens the car door and slides out. Slamming it shut, Dean wanders off to the front desk to get them checked in.
Turning back towards the window Sam zones out again leaving Blaine to wonder what's going on in his head. Leaning back against the seat Blaine stares at the back of Sam's head for a few moments until something that's settled into the back of her mind, surfaces once more.
Leaning forward Blaine drapes her arms over the front seat of the car before poking Sam's arm lightly, "Sam."
"Hm," Is his only reply as he continues to stare out of the passenger side window not bothering to turn to look at her.
"Why were you so quick to jump on killing the whole coven if there is one? As long as I've known you, I've never pinned you as shoot first and ask questions later." Blaine says as she glances up at him.
Turning his head ever so slightly Sam glances at her from the corner of his eye, "I know you lost both of your parents and your grandparents have moved on, but have you ever lost someone that you thought would be your soul mate?"
Biting her tongue some she shakes her head no, "No, I haven't and I don't think I understand that type of pain, but as my granny use to say 'there are more fish in the sea, just go out there and cast you a line, there's sure to be a hit somewhere.'"
The corner of his lips twitch up slightly just as the driver's side door opens up and Dean slides in holding up two room keys, "Got 'em, now, let's go find us some Brewski and a bit of information." Pulling her arms back over the seat Blaine leans back against the seat once more as Dean starts the car up again, backing out of the parking lot as she finally realizes that night time is setting in.
Driving down the main stretch of the town Dean parks the car outside of The Billy Minder Pub, climbing out of the car they walk inside and head for the bar, blues music wafting all around them. Approaching the bar, the bartender looks up from buffing a glass.
"How's it going?" Dean asks.
"Living the dream, what can I get for you?" the bartender asks.
"Three beers, please." Dean replies as he tosses a paper bill onto the counter. Turning the bartender opens up a mini-fridge and pulls out three beers.
"So we're looking for some people." Sam says, pushing for some information from the bartender. Popping the tops from the three bottles the bartender sits one down in front of each of them.
"Sure. It's hard to be lonely, but I don't see how you two are with this pretty gal with you." The bartender replies while winking at Blaine. Blushing some she wraps her fingers around the neck of the beer bottle before bringing it to her lips.
"Yeah, but that's not what I meant." Sam says as he digs around in his jacket pocket, pulling out a much larger tip. The bartender snatches up the fifty Sam lies down on the counter before pressing on.
"Great, so these people, they would've moved here about six months ago. Probably pretty rowdy, like to drink." Sam states as Blaine listens to the conversation while sipping her beer.
"Yeah, real night owls, you know? Sleep all day, party all night." Dean adds on before taking a swig from his own beer.
"Barker Farm got leased out a couple of months ago. Real winners. They've been in here a lot. Drinkers. Noisy. I've had to eighty-six them once or twice." The bartender replies. Looking at each other they scoot away from the bar but not before taking one last drink from their beer bottles. Pushing the door of the pub open Sam holds it for Dean and Blaine to walk through.
The three of them walk down the sidewalk and take a left down an alleyway, getting the feeling that someone is
following them. Taking another left the three of them hurry out of sight just as the guy rounds the corner. Eyeing the guy carefully the three of them wait until he turns around before ambushing him, one on each side.
"Smile." Dean says.
"What?" the guy asks.
"Show us those pearly whites." Dean says once more.
"For the love of— you wanna stick that thing someplace else? I'm not a vampire. Yeah, that's right. I heard you guys." The guy says.
"What do you know about vampires?" Sam asks, his grip tightening on the guy's shirt as Blaine glances around to make sure that they aren't being watched by anyone else.
"How to kill them. Now, seriously, bro, that knife's making me itch." The guy says as he turns his head, moving some Sam pushes him against the wall a bit rough.
"Hey." Sam says while doing so.
"Whoa, easy there, Chachi." The guy says in an attempt to get them to back off. Moving his hand he brings it up to his lip, pulling it up he shows that he's not a vampire.
"See, fangless. Happy?" the guy asks as the rain begins to pick up some.
Pulling the knife off the guy's throat Dean and Sam back away as Blaine watches closely, not liking the vibe that's rolling off of the mysterious guy.
"Now, who the hell are you three?" the guy asks.
"I'm Dean Winchester and this is my brother Sam. That's Blaine Watson, a close friend of ours." Dean says as the guy leads them to his bright red car parked off to the side of the road not too far from where they are standing.
"I'm Gordon Walker." He says as he pulls his keys from his pocket, unlocking the car door he opens it and hits a small button hidden from their eyes causing a metal crate like deal to slide out from behind the seat of the car. "Sam and Dean Winchester. I can't believe it. You know I met your old man once. Hell of a guy. Great hunter. I heard he passed. I'm sorry. I'm afraid I don't know much about your dad Blaine he must have been one hell of a hunter. That's big shoes for you boys. But from what I hear, you guys fill them. Great trackers. Good in a tight spot. "
"You, uh seem to know a lot about our family." Dean says as Blaine shoves her hands into her pants pockets.
"Word travels fast. You know how hunters talk." Gordon replies.
"No, we don't, actually. Well Blaine might since she knows a good many of the hunters out there." Dean says as he looks over at Sam and Blaine.
"I guess there's a lot your dad never told you, huh?" Gordon asks.
"So, um… So those two vampires, they were yours huh?" Sam asks.
"Yup. Been here two weeks." Gordon replies.
"You check out that Barkley farm?" Dean asks as Blaine studies Gordon out of the corner of her eye.
"A bust. Just a bunch of hippie freaks. Though they could kill you with that patchouli smell." Gordon replies as Blaine's phone vibrates in her pocket. Pulling it out she glances at the screen to see that she has a text message from Cal, hitting the button on the top of her phone the screen goes black and she shoves it back into her pocket.
"Where's the nest, then?" Dean asks.
Sliding the metal panel back behind his seat, Gordon smiles some before replying, "I got this one covered. Look don't get me wrong, it's a real pleasure meeting the three of you. But I've been on this thing for over a year. I killed a fang back in Austin, tracked the nest here. I'll finish it."
"We could help, Blaine's worked in the South and has probably seen more covens then we can count." Dean says, trying to win Gordon over.
"Thanks. But I'm a go-it-alone type of guy." Gordon replies.
"Well man, come on, I've been itching for a hunt." Dean says, egging it on.
"Sorry. But, hey, I hear there's a chupacabra two states over. Go ahead and knock yourselves out." Gordon replies as he goes to get into his El Comino just as the rain starts to pick up once more, dousing the three of them standing on the road. "It was real good meeting you, though. I'll buy you a drink on the flip side.
With that said Gordon fires up his engine and pulls off leaving Sam, Dean and Blaine standing in the rain.
"Might as well follow him," Blaine says as they walk back to the car.
"Way ahead of you," Dean says as they all climb into the Impala. Quickly Dean pulls out and onto the street keeping Gordon's El Comino in sight they follow him to what seems like a processing plant on a set of docks. Parking the car the trio climb out and sneak into the plant, keeping a close eye out for Gordon or any 'fangs'.
"So how many covens have you actually seen?" Dean asks as they skulk about the shadows, avoiding anything that could possibly make noise if they were to trip over it or bump it.
"Not very many most are loners or travel in groups of two-to-four, that's about it though." Blaine replies as they crouch down behind some boxes when a shadow passes over them.
"But you've seen a good many of them right?" Sam asks after the shadow disappears.
Nodding her head Blaine glances over the boxes before motioning for them to continue on, "Oh yeah, tons actually and in a very rare occasion I've come across some who don't hunt humans, they've managed to survive off of animals."
"Don't see that happening." Dean says as they finally come across Gordon and a vampire fighting.
"As I said, it's very rare." Blaine says before they rush in to help Gordon who is being held under a chainsaw that's spinning rapidly and being forced down by a really buff security guard. Rushing in Blaine and Sam each grab one of Gordon's feet and pull him out from under the saw as Dean rushes in, grabbing something along the lines of a spear.
Helping Gordon up they watch as Dean beats the living hell out of the security guard before pushing him onto the cutting table and running the saw through the vampires neck, effectively loping his head off, blood splattering over his face and his jacket.
"So, uh, I guess I gotta buy you that drink now." Gordon says as they stare at Dean who stares back.
"That would be nice." Dean says as they make their way back to their vehicles.
"Next time, just let us help it'll save us the trouble of having to follow you and save your ass from being food." Blaine says as she hands Dean a towel to clean the blood off of his face.
"Right, I'll be sure to do that next time." Gordon says as he climbs into his car. "Meet me at the pub again?"
"Yeah, we'll be there." Sam replies as Dean continues to wipe off the blood, smearing some of it across his face.
"Okay." Gordon says before driving off.
"I've got a bad feeling about this guy." Blaine mumbles as she watches Dean try to scrub the rest of it off which doesn't work and only makes his face redder.
"Agreed," Sam mumbles as they climb into the Impala with the now clean Dean climbing into the driver's side.
"I really need a beer." Dean says as they pull away and head back towards the pub where Gordon is either at already or close to being there. Parking outside the pub they climb out and walk in, collapsing into chairs around a table that Gordon is sitting at with three beers waiting on them.
A/N: There will be more updates if I get to feeling better, hope this makes up for lost time3.