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When Clary showed up at the junkyard a few days later she was met with the sounds of something hitting a car over and over. She dropped her bags and ran towards the noise where she discovered Dean slamming a crowbar against the impala repeatedly. She went over to him the moment he dropped to his knees. "Dean", she said softly. The older Winchester looked up at her, tears in his eyes.
"Clary", he whispered "Clary", he repeated as he touched her face "you're here". Dean hugged her, burying his face into her neck.
"I'm here", Clary said, rubbing his back.
"Why did you leave?" Dean mumbled "I didn't want you to go".
"I know", Clary said "I wanted to spend a few days with my family. I'm sorry I should've told you". The ginger held her soulmate while he clung onto her.
"Please don't go again", Dean pleaded, his voice muffled as he'd yet to move his face from her neck.
"I won't, I promise", Clary vowed. She glanced at the damaged impala "do you want some help with the car?" Dean nodded against her skin.
From inside Bobby's house, Sam watched the pair work of the vehicle together. It was nice to see their soulmate helping Dean with the impala. If he couldn't get Dean to open up then maybe Clary would have better luck.
Several days later saw the newly restored vehicle with its 3 passengers roaring down the road. "Whoo! Listen to her purr! Have you ever heard anything so sweet?" Dean said happily.
Clary laughed, glad to see him so happy. "You're in a good mood", Sam remarked.
"Why shouldn't I be?" Dean asked "Got my car, got our soulmate…" he glanced in the rear view mirror and winked at the ginger when she met his eyes "…got a case, things are looking up".
"Wow. Give you a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows and you're Mister Sunshine", Sam said.
Dean chuckled "How far to Red Lodge?"
"About another three hundred miles", Sam replied.
"Good", Dean said and pushed the pedal to the floor.
After a rather disastrous interview with the sheriff which almost had Clary in fits of laughter, the trio went to the morgue to check out the body. "John", Dean guessed the J on the interns name tag.
"Jeff", the man corrected.
"Jeff", Dean repeated "I know that. Dr. Dworkin needs to see you in his office right away".
Jeff frowned "But Dr. Dworkin's on vacation".
"He's come back a little early and he doesn't look too happy", Clary fibbed "been asking for you, repeatedly" and that had the intern scarpering away.
"Nice", Sam commented.
"Thanks", Clary said.
"Those Satanists in Florida, they marked their victims, didn't they?" Dean asked walking over to a table to grab some latex gloves for them all.
"Yeah, reversed pentacle on the forehead", Sam answered.
"Yeah. So much fucked up crap happens in Florida", Dean muttered. He handed some gloves to Sam and Clary who donned them. Sam opened a compartment and wheels out a corpse, a box between its legs. "All right, open it", the older Winchester said.
"You open it", Sam shot back.
"Wuss", Dean countered, picking up the box and took it over to a table. He made a face when he flipped off the lid, revealing the severed head of the woman who'd been killed.
"I don't see any pentagram", Clary said, inching toward the box and taking a quick peek inside.
"Poor girl", Sam murmured.
"Maybe we should, uh, you know, look in her mouth, see if those wackos stuffed anything down her throat. You know, kinda like the moth in Silence of the Lambs", Dean suggested.
"Yeah, here, go ahead", Sam said pushing the box closer to Dean.
"No, you go ahead", the blonde said, pushing the box back.
"Right, yeah, I'm the wuss, huh?" Sam said sarcastically "Whatever". He took a couple of breaths, steeling himself before he began poking his fingers into the mouth. "Can one of you, get me a bucket?" he asked.
Clary quickly found one. "Wait… is that what I think it is?" she asked, having spotted something in the gums. She gave the bucket to Sam and then gingerly prodded the gum. The trio watched a narrow, sharp tooth descended. "Crap", she swore.
"You've seen vampires?" Sam asked her.
"I know of them", Clary replied "never had the pleasure in meeting one. Though that was by design. Wolves and Vamps don't really get along".
"Well, this changes things", Sam remarked.
"Ya think?" Dean sassed.
"I don't think this was such a good idea", Dean said watching Clary disappear into the local bar.
"She'll be fine", Sam assured him.
"If she's not out in 2 minutes, I'm going in", Dean said. Sam didn't blame him. She was their soulmate after all and she was going into a bar alone where there were sure to several drunk guys who'd probably attempt to hit on her.
Inside the building, Clary approached the bar. "Hey", she greeted.
"What can I get for you?" the bartender asked.
"A beer, please", Clary replied. The bartender brought over a bottle and cracked it open. "Thanks" Clary took a sip "I'm new in town and I'm looking for some…fun. Do you know where I can find a group of night owls that like to party?"
"Barker farm got leased out a couple months ago. Real winners. They've been in here a lot - drinkers. Noisy. I've had to 86 them once or twice", the bartender explained.
"Thanks", Clary said. She set down a 20 dollar bill "for the drink and information", she said.
"I appreciate that", the bartender said "have a good night, miss". Clary nodded and left the bar, a muscled black man, Gordon, watching her go. He got up and followed her out, noting that she met up with two men. The trio head down an alley and so does Gordon though unfortunately he lost sight of them. He turned and was shoved against the wall by both Winchesters.
"Smile", Dean demanded pressing a knife against Gordon's throat.
"What?" Gordon asked.
"Show us those pearly whites", Dean ordered.
"Oh, for the love of - you want to stick that thing someplace else?" Gordon requested "I'm not a vampire" Sam frowned "Yeah, that's right. I heard her in there" he nodded to Clary.
"What do you know about vampires?" the ginger questioned.
"How to kill them" , Gordon replied "Now seriously, bro. That knife's making me itch" he started to pull away when Sam pins him harder. He had no idea whether this man was a threat to their soulmate. "Whoa. Easy there, Chachi" Gordon slowly brought his right hand to his lip, pulling it back to revealing normal gums "See? Fangless. Happy?" seeing that the man wasn't a vampire, Sam and Dean released him "Now. Who the hell are you?"
"I'm Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean", Sam introduced "and this is Clary Fray, our friend. And you are?"
"Gordon. Gordon Walker", Gordon replied. The group followed him to his car where he showed them his arsenal. "You know I met your old man once?" he remarked "Hell of a guy. Great hunter. I heard he passed. I'm sorry. It's big shoes. But from what I hear you guys fill 'em. Great trackers, good in a tight spot –"
"You seem to know a lot about our family", Dean commented.
"Word travels fast. You know how hunters talk", Gordon told him.
"No, we don't, actually", Dean said.
"I guess there's a lot your dad never told you, huh?"
"So, um, so those two vampires, they were yours?" Sam asked seeing that his brother was starting to get irked with Gordon.
"Yep. Been here two weeks", Gordon answered.
"Did you check out that Barker farm?" Clary queried.
"It's a bust. Just a bunch of hippie freaks. Though they could kill you with that patchouli smell alone", Gordon informed her.
"Where's the nest, then?" Dean asked.
"I got this one covered. Look, don't get me wrong. It's a real pleasure meetin' you fellas. But I've been on this thing over a year. I killed a fang back in Austin, tracked the nest all the way up here. I'll finish it", the black man assured them.
"We could help", Dean insisted.
"Thanks, but uh, I'm kind of a go-it-alone type of guy", Gordon said.
"Come on, man, I've been itching for a hunt", Dean almost pleaded.
Sorry. But hey, I hear there's a Chupacabra two states over. You go ahead and knock yourselves out", he put the armoury away and got into his car "It was real good meeting you, though. I'll buy you a drink on the flip side". Sam, Dean and Clary watched him drive off.
"We're going after him, aren't we?" Clary stated.
"Yep", Sam said.
After Dean helped save Gordon from the vampires, they were back at the bar, sitting around a table with some drinks. "No, no, I got it", Gordon said when Dean got out his wallet to pay the waitress. He handed some money to her and she walked off. Gordon raised his shot glass "Another one bites the dust", he said.
"That's right", Dean agreed. The pair drank the shots while Sam sat there, his hand gently grasping Clary's from under the table. Even though she didn't show it, he knew that she was affected by that vampire's death. Could it be that she knew of some vampires? It was entirely possible. After all her family did consist of werewolves, warlocks and psychics.
"Dean. You gave that big-ass fang one hell of a haircut, my friend", Gordon remarked with a laugh.
"Excuse me", Clary said, getting up from the table and walked toward the main doors. Sam was quick to follow her.
"You know, you probably shouldn't be bringing your friend along if she can't handle it", Gordon said to Dean.
"She can handle it fine", the Older Winchester stated defensively before going after his brother and soulmate.
"You ok?" Sam asked Clary when they got outside.
"Yeah, I'm fine", the ginger replied "just didn't particularly want a recount of what just happened". It wasn't the first violent death she'd seen sadly despite her mother and step father's efforts. She knew it was all part of the world they lived in. But that didn't mean she wanted to chat about it over several shots of alcohol.
"I know", Sam said.
"Everything alright out here?" Dean questioned, joining them.
"Everything is fine", Clary assured him "I think I'm gonna go back to the motel, call it a night".
"I'll come with you", Sam offered "not up to drinking anyway".
"I'm gonna stay for a bit longer", Dean said, giving Sam the keys to the Impala "don't do anything I wouldn't do", he added quietly to his brother making him roll his eyes.
As soon as they got inside the motel room, Clary went straight for the bathroom muttering about the need to have a shower. She pushed the door closed behind her but she didn't quite do it properly so the door opened a little, giving Sam a glimpse of her taking off her shirt.
He should be turning away. It was wrong to keep looking, he knew that but it was hard to tear his eyes away from the sight in front of him. Sam let out a shaky breath as she moved away from the door and the shower started up. He was going to need a cold shower after seeing that…a very cold shower. Sam went over to one of the beds, grabbing one of the books on the way.
He tried to get himself lost in the pages but his mind kept drifting back to the sight of Clary's bare back…skin that was probably very soft to the touch…
Argh! Stop it! He mentally scolded himself, smacking his forehead with the book. "Hey! Don't do that!" Clary exclaimed running over to him and snatching the book out of his hands "why would you do that?" she asked, brushing his fringe back to see if he'd hurt himself.
"I…I…was trying to stop myself from thinking", Sam stammered, trying to ignore how his heart had started to race at the closeness of his soulmate and how good her fingers felt as they went through his hair.
"Thinking about what?" Clary asked sitting back a little.
"You", Sam admitted.
"You were braining yourself with a book to stop thinking about me?" Clary questioned not sure whether to be amused or insulted.
"I saw you…in the bathroom", Sam blurted out "t-the door wasn't closed properly and I know I shouldn't have but I just couldn't help myself then I got all these thoughts about your skin and how soft it might be…" Clary cut off his rambling by putting a hand over his mouth.
"Its ok, Sam", she said softly "I'm not mad".
"You're not?" Sam asked.
"No", Clary replied "in fact…" she took his hand, guiding it to rest on her waist under her shirt. Sam's breath hitched as he felt that her skin was as soft as he'd imagined. He quickly withdrew his hand, cupped her face and kissed her.
The ginger was surprised for a brief second but didn't hesitate to kiss him back. She giggled when he twisted them around, pinning her to the bed. They made out for a good few minutes before Sam drew back "We probably shouldn't tell Dean about this", he said "he called dibs after we first met you".
Clary laughed "Don't worry, I won't tell him", she promised.
"Good", Sam said and kissed her again.
Clary smiled as she stepped out of the motel room a few minutes later, feeling rather…giddy. For the first time in a while she felt happy. She strolled over to the vending machine and brought her can of soda. As she walked back to the room, can in hand, the ginger paused. She was getting the sense that someone was watching her. Clary gripped the soda tighter and started to walk a little bit faster. She almost made it to the room when she was grabbed from behind!
"Sam!" she managed to scream before a hand was roughly clapped over her mouth. Sam rushed out of the motel room only to be clocked hard in the face. He fell to the ground, unconscious.
The next thing either of them knew, they were bound and gagged with bags over their heads. The bags were pulled off to reveal the bartender that Clary had spoken to. He advanced on the ginger, his fangs bared. Sam protested from around the gag, struggling against the ropes holding him to the chair. "Such a pretty little thing", the male vampire remarked, inhaling her scent "smells like a friggin angel. Bet you taste good". He touched her face which served to make Sam more angry "your boyfriend doesn't like that, does he?"
"Step back, Eli", a woman ordered, appearing in the doorway. Eli, moves away from Clary, his fangs retracting. The woman walked over and removed the gags from both Sam and Clary's mouths. "My name's Lenore", she said, introducing herself "I'm not going to hurt you. We just need to talk".
"Talk?" Sam scoffed "Yeah, okay, but I might have a tough time paying attention to much besides Eli touching Clary" he glanced at his soulmate "you ok?"
"Yeah. Fine", Clary answered.
"Eli isn't going to harm either of you. You have my word", Lenore assured the pair.
"Your word? Oh yeah, great, thanks. Listen lady, no offense but you're not the first vampire I've met", Sam said sarcastically. He was still on edge with how that vamp had the nerve to touch what wasn't his. He was definitely itching to kill him for that.
"We're not like the others. We don't kill humans, and we don't drink their blood. We haven't for a long time", Lenore explained.
"Really?" Clary asked, interested "I've heard about vampires who try to live off of animal blood. Thought it was some kind of joke".
"It's not", Lenore said.
"So you're responsible for the cattle mutilations", Sam stated.
"It's not ideal, in fact it's disgusting. But - it allows us to get by", Lenore explained "to survive so that people like the two of you don't come looking for people like us".
"Why are we explaining ourselves to them?" Eli demanded "We choke on cow's blood so that none of them suffer. Tonight they murdered Conrad and they celebrated!"
"Eli, that's enough", Lenore snapped.
"Yeah, Eli, that's enough", Sam repeated.
"What's done is done. We're leaving this town tonight", the female vampire continued.
"Then why did you bring us here? Why are you even talking to us?" Sam questioned.
"Believe me, I'd rather not", Lenore replied "But I know your kind. Once you have the scent you'll keep tracking us. It doesn't matter where we go. Hunters will find us".
"No they wouldn't", Clary said "I know someone who can help. He can take you somewhere you'll be safe and not have to worry about being hunted".
"And why should we believe you?" Eli sneered "you're a freaking Shadowhunter".
"I'm might be a Shadowhunter by blood but don't think for a second that I'm part of their supernatural fight club. I would never be a part of something that has no qualms in killing a child werewolf or otherwise purely because they didn't have full control", Clary said angrily. Sam glanced at her. He had no idea what a Shadowhunter was but even he knew killing a kid was wrong, no matter what it was.
"Who is this person?" Lenore asked.
"Magnus Bane", the ginger replied. Lenore and Eli exchanged surprised looks.
"You know Magnus?" Lenore questioned and Clary nodded.
"Yes, he's my godfather", she said "I can call him and he'll whisk you away to a safe haven. I promise".
Eli took Lenore aside "how do you know we can trust her?" he hissed "she might just be saying that to lead us into a trap".
"Or she could be telling the truth", Lenore said quietly "think about it Eli, our family could be finally safe. I'm willing to take that chance" she walked over to Clary and removed the rope "I'm going to let the pair of you go if I have your word that you will call Magnus Bane".
"The second we get to our motel, I will", Clary promised "and I'll get him to meet at the bar where you work Eli".
"Very well", Lenore said and freed Sam "take them back but not a mark on either of them", she ordered to Eli. Bags were put back over Sam and Clary's heads before they were escorted out to te truck.
As soon as they were out of the truck and free, Sam hugged Clary tightly. "You ok?" he asked her.
"I'm fine", Clary replied. He took hold of her hand and walked into the motel room.
"Where you been?" Dean asked. He'd been pretty worried about the pair, especially their soulmate as his soul mark had been giving him a little bit of discomfort during their absence. Though now she was there, it settled down.
"Can we talk to you alone?" Sam requested.
"You mind chillin' out for a couple minutes?" Dean asked, looking at Gordon.
"Sure", the man replied. Dean then left with Sam and Clary.
"Dean, maybe we've got to rethink this hunt", Sam stated.
"What are you talking about? Where were you?" Dean demanded.
"The vampires kidnapped us and took us to the nest", Clary replied.
"What?!" Dean exclaimed "are you alright? Did they hurt you?"
"No, I'm fine. They didn't touch me", Clary quickly assured him, grabbing his hands to stop him from checking her over for injuries.
"One of them did", Sam reminded her and she shot him a look, telling him to shut up.
"Did you kill it?" Dean asked his brother.
Sam shook his head "No. I didn't", he answered.
"Why the hell not!" Dean exclaimed "one of those things touched our soulmate and you didn't kill it!"
"There's a reason he didn't", Clary spoke up "the vampires are different. They don't kill people, they drink animal blood to survive".
"And you believed them?" Dean asked "Sam, where's the nest?"
"We had bags over our heads. Couldn't see a thing", Sam replied.
"But you must've heard something. A sound to give away where it is", Dean pressed.
"We went over a bridge outside of town", Sam told him.
"But it doesn't matter where they are because I've already made a deal with them. I'm gonna call Magnus and he's going to get them somewhere where they'll be safe", Clary added.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Dean complained "you don't make deals with vamps! They're monsters!"
"These ones aren't. They drink…" Clary started
"Animal blood. I heard you the first time", Dean interrupted "They lied to you. They're killing people, it's what vampires do. Gordon's been on them for a year, man, he knows".
"You're taking a complete stranger's word over us?" Clary asked.
"Sorry, Clary but like I said, he's been on this a lot longer than we have", Dean repeated "So I'm gonna trust his word".
"Fine but I'm not helping you hunt them down", Clary said "what I'm going to do is keep my word to Lenore". The young woman walked back to their motel room only to find that Gordon was gone! "He's gone after them", the ginger stated angrily.
"We have to stop him", Sam added.
"Definitely", Clary agreed. She picked up her phone from the table and dialled her godfather. After a quick conversation with the Warlock, he agreed to meet them.
When they eventually arrived at the farmhouse, the nest where the vampires were staying with Magnus in tow, Gordon was already torturing Lenore. "That's enough of that", the Warlock said and with a wave of his hand, Lenore was standing beside Sam and Gordon was bound to the chair, tape over his mouth.
"Thank you", the female vampire said, swaying on the spot as the dead man's blood was still in her system.
"Let's get you healed up, my dear", Magnus said, supporting the vampire and leading her out of the building. He was quick to deal with the wounds Gordon inflicted on her and then opened up a portal "on the other side of this is your safe haven", he told the vampires.
Lenore smiled at Clary "Thank you, Clary", she said, grateful that the human had given them the benefit of the doubt "we will be in your debt".
"There's no need", Clary assured her "just promise me you'll all have good lives in your new home".
"We will", Lenore promised. She stepped through the portal and one by one, the vampires followed her.
"Thanks for this Magnus", the ginger said to her godfather, giving him a hug.
"Any time biscuit", Magus said "and you two…" he turned to the brothers "look after our Clary".
"Don't worry Magnus, we will", Sam said putting an arm around Clary.
"Definitely", Dean agreed. The Warlock smiled at the trio, knowing his goddaughter was in good hands with the boys. He stepped through the portal and it vanished. "I shouldn't have trusted Gordon over you and Sam, Clary. You were right about the vampires. I'm sorry", Dean said apologetically after the Warlock had gone.
"Its ok. You've been so used to it being black and white that this, along with my family has made it a little more complicated", Clary said "it takes some time getting used to".
"Yeah…don't I know it", Dean admitted "can you forgive me?" Clary glanced at Sam before lightly kissing Dean on the lips. "I take that as a yes?" the older Winchester asked.
"What do you think?" Clary counter questioned with a smile and hugged him. Dean grinned at his brother over her shoulder. Sam could only roll his eyes at how proud he looked. Though he smiled to himself that he was the one Clary had actually kissed first.