I wanted to say thanks to WickedlyMinx for the feedback. I know the story is basically the retelling of the series and I'm gonna try to fix that and add more Selena scenes. Hope you like this chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
Back in Black played in the newly fixed Impala as it drove down the road.
"Whoo!" Dean exclaimed, ecstatic that he was driving his baby once again. "Listen to her purr. You ever heard anything so sweet?"
"You know, if you two want to get a room, just let us know, Dean." Sam said teasingly.
"Oh, don't listen to him, Baby. He doesn't understand us."
"You're in a good mood."
"Why shouldn't I be?"
"No reason."
"Got my car, got a case. Things are looking up." Sam let out a little laugh.
"Wow. You hear of a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows, and your Mr. Sunshine." Dean chuckled.
"How far to Red Lodge?" He asked.
"Uh, about another 300 miles." Sam replied.
"Good." The engine reved and Dean sped up.
Xxx
"The murder investigation is ongoing, and that's all I can share with the Press at this time." The Sheriff said to Sam and Dean, who were dressed in suits playing the told of the Press. They were in the Sheriff's office.
"Sure, sure, we understand that, but just for the record, you found the first head last week, correct?" Sam enquired. The Sheriff nodded.
"Mm-hmm."
"And the other, a Christina Flannigan-"
"That was two days ago." There was a knock on the door and the three looked to see a woman tapping her watch. "Sorry, boys, time's up. We're done here." The Sheriff was about to get up, but the boy's needed more information.
"One last question."
"What about the cattle?" Dean asked. The Sheriff looked at him.
"Excuse me?"
"You know, the cows found dead, split open, drained – over a dozen cases."
"What about them?"
"So, you don't think there's a connection?"
"Connection with…"
"First cattle mutilation, now two murders? Kind of sounds like ritual stuff."
"You know, Satanic cult ritual stuff." The Sheriff stared at them, then began laughing, thinking that they were joking. He stopped laughing when he noticed that they were serious.
"You're not kidding."
"No."
"Those cows aren't being mutilated. You want to know how I know?"
"How?"
"Because there is no such thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops, leave in the sun within 48 hours the bloat will split it open so clean it's just about surgical. The bodily fluids fall down into the ground, gets soaked up, cause that's what gravity does. But, hey, it could be Satan. What news paper did you say you worked for?" Dean cleared his throat.
"World Weekly News." He said.
"Weekly World News." Sam corrected.
"World-"
"Weekly World."
"I'm new."
"Get out of my office."
*TIME SKIP*
The siblings entered the morgue, still in suits but now had doctor coats on. They paused, seeing an man sitting at a desk. Dean looked at his name tag, J. Manners.
"John." He said, walking up to the desk. The man looked at him, smiling.
"Jeff." The man corrected, standing up.
"Jeff, I know that. Dr. Dorkin needs to see you in his office right away."
"But Dr. Dorkin's on vacation."
"Well, he's back, and he's pissed, and he's screaming for you, man." Jeff's smile fell. " So, if I was you, I wouldn't-" Dean trailed off as Jeff hurried to the door and out the room. "Okay." Sam closed the door, then turned to Dean. "Hey, those Satanists in Florida, they marked their victims, didn't they?"
"Yeah, reverse pentagram on the forehead." Sam said as he and Selena walked over to Dean, who handed them gloves. They put on the gloves. "So much f'ed up crap happens in Florida." Sam opened the storage and pulled out the tray which had the body on it. "All right. Open it." Dean was referring to the tub with the head in it. Sam looked at him.
"You open it."
"Wuss." Dean picked up the tub and brought over to a table, setting it down and opening it. He turned the tub in Sam's direction as he and Selena came over to the table, standing on either side of him. Sam grimaced at the site of the head. "Well, no pentagram."
"Wow. Poor girl."
"Maybe we should, uh, look in her mouth, see if the wacko stuffed anything down her throat, you know, like the moth in Silence of the Lambs."
"Yeah, yeah, go ahead." Sam turned the tub to Dean, who pretty turned the tub back to him.
"No, you go ahead." Sam expression turned to disbelief.
"What?"
"Put the lotion in the basket."
"Yeah, right, I'm the wuss, huh?" They both looked at Selena when she turned the tub to her. She looked at them with annoyance.
"Children, the both of you." She opened up the mouth, sticking a finger in to check for blockage. When she felt nothing, she removed her finger. "Nothing." Dean, seeing something on the gums, leaned closer.
"Wait, lift up her lip again." Selena and Sam gave him curious looks. "I think I saw something." Selena lifted up the lip and her brow rose when they saw holes in the gums. "What is that, a hole?" Dean took one finger and put pressure near the hole, a fang came out.
"It's a tooth."
"Sam, that's a fang." Dean removed his finger and the tooth retracted back inside. He straightened up as Selena lowered the lip. "A retractable set of vampire fangs. You got to be kidding me."
"Well, this changes everything."
"You think?"
Xxx
Selena felt an area over her right eye twitch as the Impala paused outside a bar, her ears dreading as the music, which could be heard even with the door closed, echoed in them. Sam and Dean exchanged looks before the Impala started moving. They found a parking space and parked, then got out of the car and walked to the bar, entering it. They walked up to the bar, where the bartender was working. The bartenders scent changed to wary. Her eyes narrowed.
"How's it going?" Dean asked the bartender.
"Living the dream." The bartender replied. "What can I get for you?"
"Two beers, please." The bartender turned and opened a small fridge, taking two beers.
"So, we're looking for some people." Sam said, leaning on the bar. The bartender turned to them and opened the two beers.
"Sure, it's hard to be lonely." Sam's lip quirked up and Dean looked at him.
"Yeah, but, um," Sam took a twenty out of his pocket. "That's not what I meant." He set the twenty down on the bar and after a second, the bartender took it. "Great. So, these people would've moved here about six months ago, probably pretty rowdy, like to drink."
"Yeah, real night owls, you know? Sleep all day, party all night." Dean took a swig of his beer.
"Barker farm got leased out couple of months ago – real winners. They've been here a lot – drinkers, noisy. I had to 86 them once or twice." Dean and Sam exchanged looks.
"Thanks." Dean took one last sip of his beer, then set it down. The siblings walked to the door and left the bar. They walked down the sidewalk, then turned into an alley and around a corner. Selena heard a calm heartbeat follow them, scent filled with metal, blood, holy water, and gun powder – a hunter. The man rounded the corner, looking confused as he saw no sign of the people he was tailing. The man was black, and had a mustache with a stubble. He looked back the way he came, thinking they doubled back but he didn't see them. He turned, only to get pushed up against the wall and two blades to his throat.
"Smile." Dean ordered. The man looked at them confused.
"What?"
"Show us those pearly whites." Realizing the three thought he was a vampire, the man almost rolled his eyes.
"Oh for the love of – you want to stuck that thing someplace else? I'm not vampire." Seeing the three grow alarmed, he continued. "Yeah, that's right. I heard you guys in there."
"What do you know about vampires?" Sam asked.
"How to kill them. Now seriously, bro, that knife's making me itch." The man looked off the side, hand be genuine to move, but Sam put more pressure on the knife. "Hey! Whoa. Easy there, Chachi." He brought his hand up to his mouth, raising his lip and revealing no fang holes. "See?" The man let go of his lip "Fangless. Happy?" The brothers lowered their knives and stepped away from the man. "Now, who the hell are you?"
Xxx
Sam, Selena, and Dean Winchester." The now identified Gordon Walker said, smiling as he opened his car door and pulled out a small rack of weapons from behind the front seat. He looked at them. "I can't believe it. You know, I met your old man once – hell of a guy, great hunter. I heard he pass. I'm sorry. It's big shoes, but what I hear, you guys fill them – great trackers, good in a tight spot." Selena stared at Gordon with icy eyes, her instincts telling her to keep an eye on him.
"You seem to know a lot about our family." Dean said.
"Well, word travels fast. You know how hunters talk."
"No, we don't, actually."
"I guess there's a to your dad never told you, huh?" A beat of silence.
"So, um…so, those two vampires, they were yours, huh?" Sam asked.
"Yep. Been here two weeks." Gordon replied.
"Did you check out that Barker farm?"
"It's a bust. Just a bunch of hippie freaks. Though they could kill you with that patchouli smell alone."
"Where's the nest, then?" Gordon pushed the rack back in.
"I got this one covered. Look, don't get me wrong. It's a pleasure meeting you three, but I've been on this thing for over a year. I killed a fang back in Austin, tracked the nest all the way here. I'll finish it."
"We could help."
"Thanks, but, uh, I'm kind of a go – it – alone type of guy."
"Come on, man. I've been itching for a hunt."
"Sorry. But, hey, I hear there's a chupacabra two states over. Go ahead and knock yourself out." Gordon got in his car and closed the door. He looked at the siblings. "It was real good meeting you, though. I'll buy you a drink on the flip side." He started the car and drove off.
Xxx
At a mill, a guard was dozing at his desk when a noise awoke him. Standing up, he walked around the desk and went outside to investigate. He heard another noise and took out his nightstick, only to get startled by a crow flying away near his face. The guard relaxed, thinking it was nothing and he turned to see Gordon behind him with machete raised to cut off his head. Dodging the swing, the guard snarled, fangs dropping and punching Gordon and hitting him with his nightstick. Then he pi ked him up and dropped him on a table with a saw. Gordon kicked the vampire away from him and the vampire looked at the control panel to the saw, seeing this, Gordon got up and grabbed him, but the vampire pressed the start button. The two fought some more broke the vampire over power Gordon, pudding him in the stomach twice, then slamming back onto the table. He punched him a couple more time, making Gordon dazed, then reached up and started to bring the saw down. Gordon was suddenly pulled off the table and the vampire turned around to see the Winchester siblings, he snarled. Dean grabbed a harpoon gun and hit the vampire, making it fall back onto the table. Dean brought the harpoon up and stabbed the vampire in the gut, it howled in pain. Dean then brought the saw down onto it's neck, blood splattering onto his face as it severed. We the vampire was dead, Dean turned to looked at his staring audience.
"So, uh, I guess I got to buy you that drink." Gordon said. Sam glanced at him, then looked at Dean, gaze laced with unease.
Xxx
Dean put down his drink as the waitress came to their table, about to get out his wallet but Gordon stopped him.
"No, no, I got it. Come on. I insist." Gordon took out the money and set it on the waitresses tray. "Thank you, Sweetie." Sam and Selena watched the two clink their glasses together, themselves not drinking anything. They both felt suspicious about Gordon. Gordon sighed.
"Dean, "he began, laughing. "You gave that big ass fang one hell of a haircut, my friend."
"Thank you." Dean said.
"That was beautiful, absolutely beautiful."
"Yep." Dean noticed Sam and Selena were quiet. "You all right there, Sammy, Selena?
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Hn."
"Lighten up a little, Sammy. You should have a drink, Selena. Drinks on me." Selena gave Gordon a frosty glare while Sam looked at him.
"He and Selena are the only ones who get to call me that." Selena stood up and turned, pausing when Dean spoke.
"Where are you going?"
"There's nothing of interest here." Dean took out the Impala's keys and threw them to her. Selena caught them.
"Take the car. But be careful with her." Selena gave the slightest of nods. Sam, deciding that this little celebration wasn't his type, stood up. Dean looked at him. "You going too?"
"Yeah. Don't want to bring you guys down."
"Ok. Remind me to beat that buzz kill out you and Selena later, all right?" Without another word, the two left the bar.
"Was it something I said?" Gordon asked.
"No. No. He just gets that way sometimes. And Selena? She's always like that." Dean replied. He picked up a quarter. "Tell you what, match quaternary for the next round."
Xxx
Selena and Sam got out of the car and headed for the door.
"Sam." Selena called. He stopped and turned to her, quickly catching the keys she had thrown to him. "I'm going for a walk."
"Ok. Be careful." She nodded and turned, heading off into the night while Sam went inside. Selena sniffed the air once she was two blocks away from the motel. About to jump to one of the rooftops, she paused when she heard a soft meow. She looked down to see a calico cat, purring at her feet. Crouching, bindings coming undone, Selena held out a hand to the cat, waiting patiently as it sniffed her hand. Deciding that the cold scented female was no threat, the cat leaned it's head into her hand and she gently scratched it under it chin, increasing the feline's purring. Selena's lips quirked up a small bit. She always did love cats. She looked around, sniffing the air again, then picked up the cat and walked to the store she saw as they were driving into town. Setting down the cat, who sat down, looking at her. The two had a staring contest for a moment before Selena gave a small nod then walked inside the store, coming back out with a brown paper bag in one hand after a few minutes. She picked the cat up in the other hand and jumped up to the rooftop of the neighboring building, where she set the cat down and took out the contents of the bag, revealing a package of ground beef and a can of tuna. Opening the can of tuna with a nail, she set it down in front of the cat, who sniffed at the food before digging in. Selena then opened up the ground beef and started eating. The two ate in silence until they were both done and the cat settled in her lap, purring while Selena petted it. They enjoyed what little of the silence the night had to offer, minutes passing. Then Selena gently picked up the cat and stood up, jumping down onto the sidewalk silently. She set down the cat, giving it one last scratch before heading back to the motel. She paused in the parking lot as the scent of blood and the familiar scent of vampire wafted into her nose. Narrowing her eyes, she went to their motel room, but didn't hear Sam's heartbeat. Her suspicion grew as the vampire's scent was strong in the room. Letting out a low growl, she ran back outside and following the scent until it vanished. They must have gotten into a car. Sniffing the tracks, Selena went to the road and set off in a run.
Xxx
We have a right to live. We're not hurting anyone." The vampire named Lenore said to a tied up Sam.
"Right, so you keep-"Sam was interrupted by the door being kicked open and Selena walking in. The male vampire, Eli started towards her, but was pinned to the wall by ice spikes. She appeared in front of Lenore and grabbed her by the throat, picking her up off the ground. Lenore gasped as her air way was cut off, ice creeping around her throat.
"Tell me why shouldn't I end your existence right here and now?" Selena said, tone frigid. Sam, who was shocked at seeing Selena powers, snapped out of it.
"Wait! Selena, they just want to talk!" He shouted. Selena glanced at Sam, then looked at the vampire she was holding.
"Is this true?" Lenore nodded. Selena didn't detect any lies, so she released the vampire. Lenore coughed while the ice spikes dissolved and Eli came over to her. Selena fixed the three with a stony stare. "Explain." Lenore explained why they kidnapped Sam and what they wanted. When she was done, Selena was silent. "…Dean will not be so understanding. Nor will Gordon." Sam knew Selena was right. Dean followed one rule to a T– if it was a monster, you kill first, ask questions later. And even though he only talked to Gordon for a short time, Sam had a feeling he was the same.
"Then what can we do?"
"First, we return to the motel, then figure something out from there." Lenore took this chance to speak.
"I can have Eli take you back, but your brother will have to be blinded. Can't have him knowing where are location is." Selena gave a slight nod and walked out of the house to a van. Sam's gaze followed Selena until a bag was slipped over his head and he was stood up, and led to the door. How had Selena found him? His mind went to the ice he saw her throwing. Did she have powers as well? If so, why didn't she tell them? The three got in the van and drove away, heading for the motel.
Xxx
"This is the best pattern I can establish." Gordon said, pointing to area on the map he and Dean was looking at in the motel room. "It's sketchy, at best."
"Looks like it's all coming from this side of town, which means the nest would be around here someplace, right?" Dean asked.
"Yep, that's what I'm thinking. Problem is, there's 35, 40 farms out there. I searched about half of them already but nothing yet. They're covering their tracks real good."
"I guess we'll just have to search the other half." Den looked out the window, then checked his watch. "What time is it? Where are Sam and Selena?"
"Car's parked outside. Probably went for a walk. They seem like the take – a – walk type."
"Yeah, they are, but…" Dean and Gordon look towards the door as it opens and Sam and Selena enter the room. The two look at Dena and Gordon. Selena's eyes narrowed at seeing this intruder to her temporary territory. An enemy knowing where you sleep, no matter how temporary, is never good. "Where have you two been?" Dean questioned.
"Can we talk to you alone?" Sam asked. Dean looked at Gordon.
"You mind chilling out for a couple of minutes?" Gordon shook his head. Dean stood up and went outside with his siblings, walking away from the motel room.
"Dean, maybe we got to rethink this hunt."
"What are you talking about? Where were you?" Sam sighed.
"In the nest."
"You found it."
"They found me, man."
"How 'd you get out? How many did you kill?"
"None."
"Sam, they didn't just let you go."
"That's exactly what they did. Well, they did after Selena got there." Dean's brow furrowed.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, Selena somehow found me and threatened them. She was prepared to take them all on to rescue me. After that, they just let us go." Sam glanced at Sam, noticing he didn't mention her powers. The siblings stopped walking and Dean turned to Sam and Selena.
"All right. Where is it?"
"I was blindfolded. I don't know."
"You got to know something. Selena, you found him. Can you tell me the location?"
"My lips are sealed." Selena replied.
"Dean, we went over that bridge outside of town, but, Dean, listen, maybe we shouldn't go after them."
"Why not?"
"I don't think they're like other vampires. I don't think they're killing people."
"You're joking." Seeing Sam's serious face, Dean concluded he wasn't joking. "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." Dean gave them both incredulous looks.
"And you believed them?"
"They didn't seem to be lying." Selena inputted. Sam spread his arms out.
"Look at us, Dean. They let us go without a scratch."
"Wait, so you're saying – no, man. No way. I don't know why they let you go. I don't reply care. We find them, and we waste them." Dean passed by them and Sam followed after. Selena's head tilted slightly as she heard about heartbeat close by. Sniffing the air, she caught the scent of alcohol, blood, gun powder, and metal. Cheshire chuckled darkly.
:Looks like we have ourselves a little mouse.: Gordon peeked out from the side of the building, listening on the siblings conversation. He ducked back as Selena looked over to where he was and when he looked out, she was by Sam and Dean. He continued listening.
"What part of vampires don't you understand, Sam?" Dean asked. "If it's supernatural, we kill it. End of story. That's our job."
"No, Dean, that is not our job." Sam protested. "Our job is hunting evil. And if these things aren't killing people, they're not evil."
"Of course, they're killing people. That's what they do. They're all the same, Sam. They're not human, okay? We have to exterminate every last one of them."
"No, Dean, I don't think so, all right? Not this time."
"Gordon's been on those vamps for a year. He knows." Sam scoffed.
"Gordon? You're taking his word for it?"
"That's right."
"Ellen says he's bad news."
"You called Ellen?" Sam nodded. "And I'm supposed to believe her? We barely know her, Sam. No thanks. I'll got with Gordon."
"Tell me, Dean. Would you trust someone father knew personally and even had in his cellphone, or would you trust someone he ran into once?" Dean went quiet. "Gordon is not even close to dad. Don't you dare tarnish his memory by trying to replace him with that herbivore."
"Shut up, Selena." He turned, walking away, but his siblings followed him.
"You know, he's not even close to dad, Dean, not on his best day." Sam said. "You slap on this fake smile, but I can see right through it cause I know how you feel, Dean. Dad is dead. And he left a big hole, and it hurts so bad you can't take it. But you can't s just fill up that hole with whoever you want to. It's a insult to his memory." Dean nodded.
"Okay." He started to turn away, then suddenly punched Sam. Sam rubbed his cheek and looked at Dean, determined.
"You can hit me all you want. It won't change anything."
"I'm going to that nest. You don't want to tell me. Fine. I'll find it myself." Dean turned and went back to the room.
"Dean." Sam and Selena went after him. When they entered the room, they saw that Gordon was gone.
"Gordon?" Dean called.
"You think he went after them?"
"Probably."
"Dean, we have to stop him."
"Really? Cause I say we lend a hand."
"Just give us the benefit of the doubt, would you? You owe me that."
"Yeah, we'll see. I'll drive. Give me the keys." Sam went to where he put the keys and paused as he saw they weren't there.
"He snaked the keys." They hurried outside and to the car, where Dean had to try and hot wire it, much to his displeasure.
"I can't believe this." He muttered, striking two wires together. "I just fixed her up, too." The car engine turned over and Dean looked at Sam, who was looking at the map. "So, the bridge, is that all you got?"
"The bridge was 4 and a half minutes from their farm."
"How do you know?"
"I counted. Took a left out of the farm, then turned right onto dirt road, followed that for two minutes slightly uphill 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." The Impala drove off. It was silent before Dean broke it with a question. "Hey, Selena?" He asked, looking at Selena in the rear view mirror. She looked at him. "How did you find Sam?" Selena looked back out the window, silent for a second.
"Tracks." She replied.
"Hmm." The car fell silent again. Eventually, they crossed the bridge and pulled up typo the farm. As they got out of the car, Selena could smell blood and pain, and she could hear two heartbeats in the house and small gasp of pain. The three walked up to the house and went in, coming upon Gordon and a weak, tied up Lenore in the dining room. Gordon looked at them.
"Sam, Selena, and Dean, come on in." He said nonchalantly as if he wasn't torturing a vampire.
"Gordon, what's going on?" Dean asked, wary.
"Just poisoning Lenore here with some dead man's blood. She's gonna tell us where all her friends are, aren't you? Want to help?"
"Look, man-"
"Grab a knife. I was just about to start in on the fingers." Gordon lowered the knife to her arm and made a small cut. Lenore gasped in pain as the wound sizzled, veins turning black briefly as the poison spread.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, let's all just chill out, huh?"
"I'm completely chill."
"Put the knife down, Gordon." Sam demanded. He took a step forward, but Dean put a hand to his chest, stopping him.
"It sounds like it's Sam here who needs to chill."
"Just step away from her, all right?" Gordon stared at Sam, then glanced at Lenore.
"You're right." He threw the knife down to the table and went to a bag, reaching into it. "This bitch will never talk." He took out a sheathed blade, unsheathing it and examining the blade." Might as well put her out of her misery. I just sharpened it, so it's completely humane." Sam started walking towards Lenore.
"Gordon, I'm letting her go." He was stopped by Gordon pointing a knife at his chest.
"You're not doing a damn thing."
"Hey, hey. Gordon, let's talk about this."
"What's there to talk about? It's like I said, Dean – no shades of grey."
"Yeah, I hear you. And I know how you feel."
"Do you?"
"The vampire that killed your sister deserved to die, but-" Dean was interrupted by Gordon chuckling.
"Killed my sister. That filthy fang didn't kill my sister. It turned her, made her one of them. So I hunted her down and killed her myself."
"You did what?" Dean asked, not believing what he was hearing.
"It wasn't my sister anymore. It wasn't human. I didn't blink. And neither would you."
"So you knew all along, then. You knew about the vampires and you knew they weren't killing anyone. You knew about the cattle, and you just didn't care."
"Care about what? A nest of vampires suddenly acting nice, taking a little timeout from sucking innocent people, and we're supposed to buy that? Trust me. It doesn't change what they are. And I can prove it." Gordon quickly grabbed Sam's arm and made a cut, then dragged d him over to Lenore, knife to his throat. Dean took out his gun, cocked it and aimed it at Gordon. Selena formed ice daggers, restraining herself from attacking with the knife so close to Sam's jugular.
"Let him go." Dean demanded. "Now!"
"Relax. If I wanted to kill him, he'd be on the floor."
"Not before I slit your throat." Selena growled.
"Just making a point." Gordon squeezed Sam's arm, making blood drip onto Lenore's face. The smell of blood was tempting and Lenore's fangs dropped, hunger getting to her.
"Hey!"
"You think she's so different? Still want to save her? Look at her. They're all the same – evil, bloodthirsty." Lenore fangs receded as she regained control and she turned her head away.
"No." She said, panting. "No."
"You hear her, Gordon?"
"No. No." Gordon, seemingly shocked at the fact that a vampire resisted, let Sam go and he took a step back.
"We're done here."
"Sam, get her out of here."
"Yeah." Sam bended down and Lenore put her arms around d his neck s he picked her up bridal style. When Gordon made a move to stop them, Dean reminded him who had the gun.
"Unh-unh. Unh-unh." Gordon stopped, putting his hands up. Sam took Lenore out of the house, Selena went with him, even though she wanted to tear Gordon apart. Dean stayed behind. He walked in front of Gordon, blocking his way.
"Gordon, I think you and I got some things to talk about." Gordon looked at his blade, then at Dean.
"Get out of my way."
"Sorry."
"You're not serious."
"I'm having a hard time believing it, too, but I know what I saw. If you want those vampires, you got to go through me." Gordon stabbed the blade into the table and stared at Dean.
"Fine." Dean smirked and took the cartridge, putting it in his pocket. Gordon took this chance to punch Dean, who retaliated with a punch of his own. Gordon grabbed the blade and Dean only had a second to regret putting away his gun before Gordon slashed at him. He jumped back, then grabbed Gordon's arm, swinging him around into wall and head butting him, hitting his arm against the wall until Gordon dropped the blade. "What are you doing, man? You doing this for a fang?" They swung around. "Come on, Dean, we're on the same side here."
"I don't think so, you sadistic bastard." Gordon punched Dean twice, making him lose his grip on his arm, the he kicked him into the next room. Dean crashed into the table and Gordon walked into the room.
"You're not like your brother or sister. You're a killer like me." Dean leg seeped Gordon's feet out from under him, making hi fall to the floor. Then he climbed on top of him and started to punch him over and over. Dean grabbed Gordon's shirt, stood him up and threw him into a cabinet, the he turned him around to face him and elbowed him in the face a few times. Once Gordon was too dazed to do anything, Dean put him in a headlock and led him back to the dining room, hitting his head purposely on the door frame as he did. Gordon groaned.
"Oh, sorry." Few minutes later, Dean had Gordon in a chair and rope in his hand. He began to tie the rope around Gordon and the chair. "You know, I might be like you, I might not. But you're the one tied up right now."
Xxx
The next morning, Dean glanced out the window as he heard the familiar engine of the Impala pull up to the farm. He walked passed Gordon and stood in front of him as the engine turned off. The front door opens, then closes and Sam and Selena come up to them. Selena could smell the anger on Gordon and she smirked a little. Though she wanted him dead, this will have to do.
"We miss anything?" Sam enquired.
"Eh, not much." Dean replied. "Lenore get out okay?"
"Yeah, all of them did." The reply was a jab at Gordon, who just looked at them.
"Then I guess our work here is done. How you doing, Gordie? Got to tinkle yet?" Silence. "All right." Dean walked pass Gordon. "Well, get comfy. We'll call someone in two or three days, have them come out and untie you." He stabbed Gordon blade into the table.
"Ready to go, Dean?" Dean walked back in front of Gordon.
"Not yet." Gordon glared at him. "I guess this is goodbye." He chuckled, scratching his head. "Well, it's – it's been real." Dean the punched him, causing him to fall back to the ground. Sam's face scrunched in pain, scratching his head. He knew Dean's punches hurt. "Okay. I'm good now. We can go." The siblings left the house, walking to the Impala.
"Sam. Selena." Dean said, stopping. Sam and Selena turned to him, seeing him brace himself.
"Yeah?" Sam said.
"Clock me one."
"What?" Selena shook her head and continued walking to the car.
"Come on. I won't even hit you back. Let's go." Sam chuckled.
"No."
"Let's go. You get a freebie. Hit me. Come on." Sam followed Selena's example, Dean following after.
"You look like you just went twelve rounds with a block of cement, Dean. I'll take a rain check."
"I wished we never took this job." They reached the car. "It just jacked everything up."
"What do you mean?"
"Think about all the hunts went on, Sammy, our whole lives."
"Okay."
"What if we killed things that didn't deserve killing? You know? I mean, the way dad raised us."
"Dean, after what happened to mom…dad did the best he could."
"I know he did. But maybe he wasn't perfect. And the way he raised us to hate those things – and, man, I hate them. I do. We I killed that vampire at the mill, I didn't even think about it. Hell, I even enjoyed it."
"You didn't kill Lenore." Sam pointed out.
"No, but every instinct told me to. I was gonna kill her. I was kill them all."
"Yeah, Dean, but you didn't, and that's what matters." Dean was silent for a moment.
"Yeah. Cause you're a pain in my ass." Sam chuckled.
"I guess I might have to stick around to be a pain in your ass then." Sam opened the door, about to get in when Dean spoke.
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it." Sam got in the car. Selena looked out the window, thoughts on what Gordon said about vampires being evil and bloodthirsty, not human because they kill people. She wondered what the outcome would be if Sam and Dean ever found out about her night time hunts. She mentally chuckled, amused at the question. She knew what would happened and she wanted to prevent it for as long as possible. Dean got in the car and started the engine, then they drove off.