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Chapter Thirty-Eight: One Helluva Fight

The vampires were coming, but Gordon knew that the six that he saw approaching were only the first wave. The hunter signaled the amount to the others. He knew that he had been incredibly lucky to have made it to the Roadhouse. Of course, he'd been hoping for more than just Bill, his useless pregnant wife, and a family with a baby and a loudmouthed brat, but beggars can't be choosers. Besides, with an expecting woman and two kids, the other adults would fight the invading monsters twice as hard. He just hoped that this 'John', 'Mary', and 'Cas' were decent hunters.

John took up position on the other side of the front door and glared at him. Just what kind of bug crawled up this guy's ass and died?

"Anyone gets hurt here today, I'm holding you personally responsible, Walker." The guy threatened him.

"Whatever." He tried to sound indifferent, but some nagging feeling was telling him that this man shouldn't be so easily dismissed.

Gordon left the door just a tiny sliver of a bit open and plastered his back to the wall, machete held to his chest. He schooled his breathing to something almost normal. He was ready. These disgusting creatures were going to die; every last one of them. And not just these vampires, but every last bloodsucker that he could track down. Sure there were other monsters that deserved death, and he'd put them down when he came across them, but vampires were his specialty. He'd hunt them down until his dying day.

Gordon was well aware that some of the other hunters considered him to be obsessive, or even crazy, but he ignored them. They were idiots and cowards. Take Bill Harvelle for instance. What the hell kind of hunter got married and ran a bar? You couldn't be a part-time hunter. And while you could partner up with others from time to time, you couldn't slow yourself down with attachments and you couldn't allow yourself to care about anyone but yourself. Hell, if anyone here died today, Gordon wouldn't shed a tear.

The first vampire slid through the open door and promptly got his head hacked off by the hunter's machete. Gordon grinned at John, but only got another scowl in response. Yeah, this guy was an asshole.

Two vamps pushed through next, much more violently and without the caution of the first. Gordon took out one and John swung his machete, cleaving the head off the other. His eyes widened and the dark skinned hunter got the feeling that this was the other man's first vampire kill. Perfect. A life or death situation and he was stuck with a pissy amateur. Still, Gordon was more than skilled enough for the both of them.

The thought had barely crossed his mind when more than half a dozen vampires rushed through the door. Gordon had no clue where they'd all come from. The second wave couldn't have moved that fast, could they? He must've missed something. Damn. If they lived through this, Bill was going to get on his annoying high horse and chew Gordon's ass out over this. But as a vampire pinned him to the wall and bared its sharp fangs, Gordon began to doubt that he had to worry about surviving this encounter. Just then, the vamp screamed and dropped down, clutching at its leg. The hunter looked down and saw a small knife handle protruding from the back of the creature's knee. That had to hurt. But this would hurt even more. Gordon raised his machete and decapitated the monster. Then he turned just in time to see the small child, Dean was his name, take hold of another throwing knife and carefully aim at a vampire that was a few feet from the boy's father. A second later the knife was embedded in the vamp's left eye. How the hell a kid had made a shot like that from all the way across a room full of chaos Gordon didn't know, but those skills were beyond useful. A tool like that was something that was priceless in the hunting business. Reluctantly, the hunter pulled his attention away from Dean and back to the fight. John had dropped back into position like they'd been instructed to do. Good soldier.

But Gordon didn't take orders from no one. He ran at one of the vamps and swung his machete. This was his fight and he was going to chop up as many of these monsters as he could.

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Bill didn't even bother to yell out to Walker when the moron charged at a vampire at the front of the bar rather than falling back into position like he was supposed to do. If the guy wanted to let his rage at the creatures end his short and foolish life, well then, there was little that could be done but to make sure that no one else got taken out in the crossfire. Luckily, John was apparently good at following directions, because the man dropped back, taking up position between Mary and himself. Of course, the three of them hardly made an impenetrable wall and it was almost assured that some vamps would slip though and make it to the bar. But hopefully Cas and Dean could take care of them. And speaking of which…

Another small knife went sailing past his head and impaled an attacking vampire's throat. It stumbled back in shock, grabbing at the wound and didn't even realize that a katana blade was headed its way. Its head was rolling around on the ground in the blink of an eye. Bill shook his head in amazement. Damn but that kid had a good arm.

But he had to keep his attention focused on the wave of vampires pushing into the bar. By his calculation, there were between sixteen and nineteen of them. Twice as big as most nests. He'd heard about this. Some nests were joining up for protection against crazy hunters like Gordon Walker. They'd hunt separately but live in one large group and if provoked, they'd attack together. The idea was strength in numbers and right now it looked like it was a pretty good strategy. They were outnumbered three to one and the vampires had superior strength and speed. Luckily, the humans had the weapons and (except for Gordon) the brains.

Bill moved quickly and fluidly, decapitating vampire after vampire. He ducked under one as it tried to grab him and dropped to the floor, rolling into a crouch and then springing to his feet only to find that John had taken care of the creature for him. A nod of thanks in the other hunters direction, and the Bill went right back at it. He heard the sound of a bottle breaking behind him and knew that the vampires had made it past their line and to the bar. He hoped that Dean was okay and prayed that the boy and Cas could keep the monsters away from Ellen's hiding spot. He knew that his wife could take care of herself, but she was pregnant and if anything happened…

Suddenly, he was knocked to the floor and something sharp was tearing at his neck. Bill turned his head, desperately trying to avoid having his throat ripped out. He let out a scream as the side of his neck was torn open and blood flowed out. The vampire on top of him was drinking greedily and Bill couldn't push it off of himself. Then, a small blur hurled itself at the vamp and the monster was caught off guard. Bill was able to sit up as the weight disappeared from him. He was clutching at the bleeding wound in his neck as he looked over and saw Dean sitting on the vampire. He had his blade at the vampire's throat and was using all his weight to press down with the weapon. Bill watched with a sense of sick fascination as the five year old boy cleaved the monster's head clean off. Then Dean turned to him.

"You okay?"

"Uh… I will be."

The boy got to his feet and tried to wipe some blood from his face, only succeeding in further smearing the sticky red substance on his soft, pale skin. "Good. Keep pressure on that if you can. There's only a few more vamps left, so fall back and cover the door to the hideaway room and Cas will take up your position. You did awesome, man."

Not only was it strange to hear those words come from a child's mouth, but maybe the weirdest part was that it didn't seem like it should be strange. Dean was a kid but he was a hunter and he'd just saved Bill's life. Bill gratefully weaved his way over to guard the door to the room where his wife was still safe and sound. He seriously owed the Winchesters.

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When the vampires had made it to the bar, Castiel hadn't even let them get close enough to lay a finger on Dean before he had begun attacking them. He knew that his young friend was a more than capable hunter but he also knew how the vampires would see him: an easy target. They would swarm him. So, Castiel decided that he wouldn't give them the opportunity to harm the boy. Besides, Dean had already done more than his part by injuring countless vampires with the throwing knives while the angel had just stood by his side and waited for his turn to act. But still, as they got to the bar, Dean had a hard time fighting them off, even with the angel's help. When Dean was knocked back onto the bar top, Castiel swung his sword in an arch with all his strength and decapitated three vampires with a single blow.

Then Bill went down, and Dean called out "Watch my back!" as if he needed to ask, and then jumped off the bar to help. Castiel kept the other blood drinking creatures away from the small hunter as Dean beheaded the vampire that had almost killed Bill Harvelle. Afterwards, the angel did as Dean requested and took up Bill's empty spot when the injured hunter fell back. He was pleased that Dean stuck close to his side, as he was concerned that the boy would try to go off on his own. But it seemed that he recognized his own limits and was taking the necessary precautions.

Castiel spun around, using his momentum to take the head off of an oncoming vampire. Its fanged mouth was caught forever in a look of surprise as its head was hurled across the room and the body crumpled to the floor. The angel turned, ready for the next enemy, but was surprised to realize that there were none left standing. They had won with zero casualties. But not without injuries. Bill was the worst off, with a serious but not fatal neck wound. John was cradling his left forearm, which was dripping blood from a jagged cut. Mary had a small cut on her forehead. Gordon was limping and was bleeding from the back of his skull. And Dean's shirt was torn right over his ribs and was soaking through with with blood. Castiel suspected that he'd broken a beer bottle when the vampire had knocked him back onto the bar top and had gotten cut on the glass. Castiel himself was feeling the fight and knew that if he wasn't an angel he'd be all shades of black and blue.

"Success!" Gordon cheered. "Those blood suckers got what was coming to them!"

Suddenly, a silver throwing knife shot through the air and embedded itself in the man's shoulder. Gordon cried out in pain and shock.

"And now you got a little bit of what you got coming to you."

Everyone turned their heads to see Dean standing staring coldly at the hunter. Castiel had seen that look in his friend's eyes before and it never ended well.

"What the hell?" Gordon growled.

"You led them back here and could've gotten us all killed, you douche-bag."

"They needed to die!" Castiel didn't like the semi-crazed look in Gordon's eyes as he pulled the knife from his shoulder, dropped it to the floor and stalked towards Dean. John began to walk towards his son protectively. "All of them! You all may be content to sit here and do nothing as monsters roam free, but I'm going to hunt every last one down and kill them all!"

"Then here's some advice, Gordo." Dean sneered. "Not all vampires are monsters, and not all monsters are vampires. You want to see a real monster? Look in a mirror."

Gordon made a lunge at Dean and John ran forwards to stop him but Castiel's fist connected with the hunter's face before either of the others could complete their actions. The crack of bone could be heard throughout the bar, followed by the thud as Gordon's body hit the floor. Then there was a stunned silence.

"Get up and leave." Castiel ordered. "If you have even a small amount of intelligence, you will not speak a word or allow your path to cross any of ours again."

"I will kill you." Gordon managed to choke out through his broken jaw.

"No, you won't. However, not only is every single person in this room extremely capable of ending your existence, but they are also more than willing to do so, myself included."

Gordon pulled himself to his feet and held his machete up in an attack position. Castiel didn't even bother to raise his weapon. He merely narrowed his eyes and glared at the man.

"Try me." Castiel challenged.

Gordon looked at Castiel, then Dean. Slowly he turned to take in all the others and then shuffled backwards to the door.

"You've all made an enemy today." He spat out.

"We can live with that." John declared.

With that, Gordon spun around and left the bar.

Author's Note Part Two: Sorry to all of you that wanted Gordon dead but it wasn't his time. Hope the damage Dean and Cas caused was enough to satisfy for the moment. Please leave a review and let me know what you thought. Thanks.