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"You want me to kill your brother?" Dean could really do without the vampire clamping down on his wrists so tightly he was loosing blood flow to his finger tips, but he ignored it for now. "Why don't you just kill him?"

Erin rolled her eyes. "Don't you think I would have if I could? I tried, of course I did! We're talking about my brother, here, who murdered me! I dreamt of the day I would finally be able to slit his vile little throat. But all that planning, all that imagining, that was all before he actually showed up her." When she told Gordon she wasn't going to kill him, she meant it, but not for the reasons she led him to believe. She didn't forgive him, not at all. He murdered her like she was a stranger. Like their whole relationship meant nothing. She could not—would not—let that go, not now that he was here. That was the damage he had dealt himself.

When she saw him in that moment, she was ready. She barred her teeth, and clenched her fists, preparing to pounce like the animal she had become. But something stopped her. Maybe it was the memories of them as kids flooding back into her head. Maybe it was the look in his eyes as he told her to do it. She didn't know, but she didn't much care. She just couldn't do it.

She considered killing him many times since then, but she could never work up the nerve. Then they set up a camp, and made a pack of sorts with other vamps. She thought about having one of them do it, but again, she didn't. Something just didn't seem right.

But this? This? She didn't know whether or not God could see her in this place, whether or not he was watching, but Dean Winchester showing up out of the blue was nothing short of a god damn miracle.

This was her shot. An enemy of Gordon—one he had mentioned several times. He would have no quarrels with him killing her brother. He'd get the job done.

And she couldn't wait for the look on Gordon's smug face when he did it. His worst enemy, ending his life in the one place he never expected to find him. Oh, she would cherish that moment.

As for Dean and the others—they'd be dead the moment Gordon's corpse hit the ground. She couldn't let them live. Or rather, she didn't care to. They were food for the well-fed. Playthings for the entertained. She might as well let her group have a little fun.

"Look, I know you want to. The guy hates your guts, and he'd love nothing more than to shove a blade through your skull, and I'm sure you'd like to do the same. As I said, I'd do it myself, but..." She looked him in the eyes, using the same expression that always got Gordon to do what she wanted when she was little. "He's my brother. I mean, you couldn't kill Sam, could you?"

Dean glared at her, but said no more. She hoped she had convinced him.

"Dean," Castiel's voice rang in Dean's head, as if demanding to be listened to. "What's the plan, here?" I don't know, dude. Gordon's not a good guy. We certainly cannot trust him. But I don't think we can trust this vampire chick either. "So, do we kill Gordon, or just make a break for it?" Like I said, Cas, I don't know. We just... Do whatever makes sense at the time. Whatever gets all of us out alive.

After a while of walking, a small camp appeared in the distance. It looked like something out of Castaway, but it was more structure than they had seen in the rest of Purgatory. Even Megan was impressed. "You guys live here?"

Erin nodded. "If you can call this living."

When they approached the camp, two more vamps—a man and a woman—came to greet them. "You brought lunch?" The woman snarled, licking her lips as she stared at Nasrin.

"No, not for you. I'm taking them to Gordon."

The others scowled in disgust. "The human? What is he going to do with them? Mate?"

"None of your concern, Catherine, now move. Where's my brother?"

Catherine shrugged. "Out. Don't know where. Don't care."

"Come on. Let's take them to his tent."

The vamps got to work tying their hands together with rope before shoving them all into a tiny makeshift tent that apparently belonged to Gordon. The other vampires left, but Erin remained.

She leaned down to Dean and slipped a small knife into his hand. He felt her lips brush by his ear. "When he comes back, take care of it, and then you all can leave." They locked eyes as she pulled away, and as soon as they did, Dean could tell she was lying. As much as she tried, she was an open book. "Gordon will be back soon," She now addressed the whole group. "I'll be here when he does." And then she left.

After a moment of silence, Megan was the first to ask the obvious question. "So, Dean, you want to explain who Gordon is?"

"Yeah, and why the hell we're tied up in this tent?" Benny added.

Dean sighed. "Gordon was a vampire hunter. Sammy and I met him a few years back, right before all this zombie shit went down," Benny gave him a look at the word zombie, but did not interrupt. "He's crazy though. That sister of his? She got hunted down by a vampire, and he killed her, no remorse. You can't convince him of anything, trust me, I've tried."

"And why are you his biggest enemy?"

"Well, last time Sammy and I saw him, we kinda left him tied up in the middle of nowhere. Although, to be fair, a couple days later we did call someone to retrieve him."

"Great," Megan couldn't really be annoyed. This Gordon guy seemed like an asshole, and he probably deserved what he got. But she didn't want to end up getting killed by him just because Dean pissed him off years ago. "So, are you gonna do it?"

"Kill him? I guess I have to." Dean shrugged. It wasn't that he had anything against killing the bastard. He hated the guy. But his crazy sister would probably kill them the moment he did it.

He didn't have anymore time to consider his options, because suddenly there was a commotion outside. Everyone went silent as they heard footsteps approaching the tent. A head appeared through the slit, grinning evilly from ear to ear. "Dean Winchester. I never thought I'd see you again." Gordon walked into the tent, glancing around at the tied up group. Dean began secretly cutting at the ropes around his wrists. "I never thought a miracle could come to be in such a godless place, yet here you are."

"It's nice to see you, too, Gordon." Dean could feel the ropes loosen on his wrists. "I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop by."

"Yes, Erin told me. You remember me telling you about her, right? My little sister?"

"How could I forget?"

"I suppose it is a memorable story." Gordon looked at the others. "And who are these? Friends of yours?"

"Somethin' like that."

Gordon leaned down so he was at eye level with Dean. "We both know why my sister brought you here, Dean."

The rope was almost cut through. "So you can kill me?"

Gordon grinned. "Yes. She's too good to me. But first, I think I'll start with your friends, here." Without any more warning, Gordon pulled out a makeshift knife, and stabbed it into Benny's chest. Benny yelled out in pain. Gordon tsked. "Making friends with vampires now, are we? What a shame, Dean. I thought you were smarter than that."

"You're an idiot." Benny growled behind gritted teeth. "You said it yourself, I'm a vampire. You can't kill me that easily."

"You didn't see the blade, huh?" Gordon held it up, and it was soaked with blood. "Well, this is your blood. But its not the only blood on there."

Benny's eyes went wide. "Dead mans blood."

Gordon nodded. "Plenty of that to go around, here." Then he turned his eyes to Megan. "Now, back to business. I think I'll start with the pretty one."

As Gordon moved toward Megan, Dean lunged forward, breaking through the last piece of the rope, and bowled into him.