Chapter Fourteen
Dean threw an arm in front of Sam, attempting to shield him from the two other hunters.
"What's this happy horseshit?" he asked Caleb, glaring at the other young man.
"Gordon was asking questions about Sam and well… I kind of let it slip out," Caleb explained, looking like a kicked puppy.
John stepped forward, "Gordon? As in Gordon Walker?"
The dark-skinned hunter nodded and reached a hand out, "John. You've got quite a reputation."
The eldest Winchester chuckled, "So do you."
"Get the fuck out of here," Dean snarled, "All of you!"
"Dean," Caleb said, "Listen, this isn't what it looks like-"
"Oh, and what does it look like? To me, it looks like you led Walker right to my brother so he could kill him!"
Gordon stepped up to Dean and the younger man pushed Sam away, trying to keep him as far from Walker as possible.
"It's not Sam anymore!" John insisted.
Dean glared daggers at his father, "Are you even listening to yourself? Did you hear anything Sam just said?"
"The hell is going on here?" Bobby's gruff voice asked from behind Caleb and Gordon.
"They're here to kill Sam!" Dean said and the dark-skinned hunter rolled his eyes.
"You've got it wrong, Winchester," he said, "As much as I would love to kill him, I won't."
Dean narrowed his eyes at Gordon.
"And why not?"
"Do I look that stupid? The moment I kill your brother, you do me in," he explained, "Caleb told me how you two are practically joined at the hip."
"If yer not here to kill Sam, why are you here?" Bobby asked.
"I think I might know a cure," Gordon said, earning disbelieving stares from Bobby and the Winchesters.
"There is not cure, everyone knows that," John argued and Dean looked just as skeptical.
"There is one," Walker insisted, "Look, I've been hunting vampires nearly all my life, you don't think I wouldn't know there was a cure if there was one?"
Dean still didn't look convinced, "What is it?"
"A potion," Gordon said, "Mind if I sit down?"
He took a seat without being offered one.
Bobby stepped around the other hunters and set a cloth bag down on the table. Reaching inside the bag, he pulled out an old milk jug filled with blood.
Gordon raised an eyebrow at the grizzled hunter.
"I ain't stupid either, Walker," Bobby told him, "It's cow's blood."
"What about this potion?" Dean asked.
Both Gordon and Sam watched Bobby set the jug in the refrigerator before Walker spoke again.
"It'll cure someone turned," he told them, "But it has to be taken before they feed on a human."
Dean nodded, "Sam hasn't done that."
"Hm," Gordon muttered, "And the main ingredient- the most important one- is blood from the sire, the vamp who turned the person in the first place."
Dean's heart sank. Felicity's blood was likely now soaked into the straw and dirt floor of the barn.
"Shit," he muttered and looked apologetically at Sam.
"What?" Gordon asked.
"Its impossible to get that now," Dean said, "The vampire who turned Sammy is dead."
Gordon snorted and leaned back in his chair, "Well, you're fucked."
Dean glared at him, "That's it?! For being an expert on vampires you don't know much, do you?"
Gordon stood up, trying to intimidate the younger man, "I kill vampires, boy, I don't waste my time trying to save them."
"Dean," Sam said and tugged at his brother's shoulder, "Dean… It's okay."
"No it's not, Sammy," Dean told him, not even looking at his brother's kicked puppy expression.
"As heartbreaking as this is," Gordon commented, "What are you going to do with him now?"
John spoke before anyone else could, "Since he's already tried to kill Dean, he'll have to be locked up. Bobby's got a panic room in the basement that should work."
Sam stared at his father in shock; Dean glared at the man.
"You are not locking Sam up!" he growled, "He's just spent four fucking years in a cage and you want to stick him in another one?!"
"He's dangerous, Dean! Don't you understand that?" John snarled back.
"It's true," Gordon offered, "If he hasn't fed from a human yet, those cravings are just going to get worse and worse."
Dean turned on the other hunter, "You can shut the fuck up."
"Dad, this is Sam we're talking about," Dean continued arguing with his father, "He's not going to hurt anybody."
"What about you?" John asked.
"That was an accident, right Sam?" Dean said confidently, glancing at his brother, "Sam?"
The young man was looking at the floor, "He's right. I'm dangerous. I killed those vampires and I almost killed you."
"Sam, no," Dean tried but his brother peered up at him, "Dean… please… I don't want to but I would feel better knowing that you were safe with me locked up."
"You don't have to do this, son," Bobby broke in, "We'll find a way to change you back."
Sam shook his head, "You heard him. There is no other way."
"Please, I don't want anybody to get hurt because of me," he continued, his puppy eyes in full force.
Dean's shoulders slumped, "Okay Sammy… if that's what you want."
Sam nodded.
"Bobby?" Dean said and the older man nodded following the two boys as they headed out of the kitchen.
"This is just until we get you fixed, okay?" Dean assured his brother.
"I know, Dean," Sam answered.
The trio walked down the stairs slowly, Sam in front with Dean and Bobby bringing up the rear.
Once they reached the bottom, Bobby took the lead and the brothers followed him to the panic room.
The room had a heavy iron door and the walls were covered in iron as well. The floor was cement with a Devil's Trap painted on it and there was also a one on the ceiling. The only piece of furniture in the room was a cot.
Sam stepped into the room and looked around.
"Are you going to be okay in here?" Dean asked worriedly.
Sam smiled humourlessly, "It's bigger than my other cage."
Dean frowned, "It won't be for long, Sammy, I promise."
"I'll bring you something to drink once Gordon and Caleb clear out," Bobby assured him and closed the door.
Dean watched silently as Bobby slid the lock into place and turned to him.
"Please tell me it's not going to be like this forever," Dean asked the older hunter.
Bobby sighed, "I don't know, son. I really don't."
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Once they returned to the kitchen, Dean again asked Walker if that was all he knew about a cure for vampirism.
"I would have said if there was anything else," Gordon said.
The dark-skinned hunter looked at his fellows, "Look, I know this is hard 'cause it's your brother and all, but think about it, if it was anyone else, they'd be dead."
"Sam isn't dangerous," Dean insisted, "He's not a killer."
John scoffed and rolled his eyes but his eldest ignored him.
"Okay, so there's no cure that'll work,' Dean said, "Is there a way that Sam could still hunt but without the chance that he could hurt anybody?"
This time Caleb spoke up. He had been so quiet- guilty no doubt- that Dean had almost forgotten he was there.
"I heard a rumor about some vampires eating animals," he said, "Instead of killing people."
Dean looked up, "Well we already have cow blood for Sam."
Gordon nodded, "That's not going to work."
Dean glared at him, "Why not?"
"Like I said before, he's gotta feed from a human to complete the transformation; if you want to think of it like that," Walker explained, "Even drinking animal blood isn't going to cut it. Those vamps likely started off killing people."
"We should put him down," John said, "If there's nothing else that can be done."
"We are not doing that!" Dean snarled at his father.
Bobby crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at Gordon, "If you've nothing else to say then get the hell outta my house."
He glanced at Caleb, "You too."
Gordon stood, "Fine. But just remember when you want to take your pet vampire out for a test drive, who do you think he's going to go for first?"
"Fuck you!" Dean shouted and lunged forward, ready to punch the other man.
John though, was ready and grabbed his eldest son's arm.
Caleb remained where he was, his expression troubled and guilty.
"I'm really sorry, Dean," he tried to apologize.
"Get out," Dean demanded.
The other hunter retreated quickly. Dean only calmed when he heard the screen door slam shut behind the two men.
Bobby waited for a moment before going to the fridge and taking the jug of blood out. He grabbed a cup from the counter and poured the red liquid into it.
"I'll take it down," Dean offered and Bobby handed him the cup.
"Be careful, Dean," John warned and Dean ignored him.
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Bobby scooped some grounds into the coffee maker and turned the machine on, leaning against the counter as it percolated.
"The hell you thinking, Johnny?" he asked the younger man, "That boy down there is still yer son."
The other hunter though, shook his head, "A monster's a monster, Bobby. They were all somebody's loved ones once but we can't think of them like that anymore. They've killed people and that won't stand. They've lost their humanity."
Bobby gazed steely-eyed at the father, "But Sam's not hurt anyone."
John frowned, "He will, Bobby."
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