Chapter 4.

Liv paled. "What do you mean they know? How could they possibly know?"

Benny stared at his shoes and spoke in a quiet voice. "Luis."

"Luis? What…what does he have to do with this?" Liv put her hands on her hips and glared at Benny. "Well?"

"They turned him Lou." Liv wheeled around and saw Dean, as white as a sheet, stumble into the room and lean against the door frame.

"You're kidding right? This is a joke."

She could see Dean shake his head but she couldn't believe him. How could they turn Luis? He might be lazy but he was a good hunter. "How do you know?"

"We managed to corner one of them when the scumbag mentioned you. I figured he was just saying whatever he could to rile us up, but then he mentioned they had an inside man in your operation. Lou he knew things that only a hunter from the inside would know. After a while we were able to get him to give up the name. Luis Hoffman."

At the sound of his full name Liv sank down onto the couch, hardly believing what she was hearing.

"I know. I could hardly believe it myself. When I heard the name I was so stunned, the dirtbag was actually able to get in a few good shots." Dean said, wincing as he touched the back of his head.

"Do you know what this means?" she muttered, placing her head in her hands.

"Georgie…" Sam whispered and started towards her.

Liv threw her hands up in frustration. "I'm screwed! They'll be coming after me, after everyone! Fucking vampires! And again because of fucking Luis!" She got up and began pacing around the small living room, muttering to herself. "I knew I shouldn't have let him in on this. I fucking knew he would get me in trouble again!" She couldn't breathe, the memory of her kidnapping was breaking through and she couldn't stop the images from coming. "I need some air," she said and walked out her front door.

Liv moved to get into her car, but stopped when she felt someone behind her. Whipping around she attempted to put her knife to the perpetrator's throat but it was knocked out of her hands by a big, burly looking guy with murder in his eyes. He pinned her against the car and she felt a sharp pain as her head hit the top of the car.

"That's an awfully big knife for such a pretty girl to carry around," he said with a creepy purr. Struggling, Liv tried to wriggle herself free but he was too strong. The bump on her head started to throb, painfully. He leaned in and sniffed her. "Not as young as we like, but I think we can make an exception," he purred.

"Let me go, you sick fuck!" she snarled and he slapped her across the face. Hard. Her head hit the roof of the car again and little white spots popped into her field of vision, while her mouth filled up with blood.

"You got quite a mouth on you," he said and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.

His face slid in and out of focus and Liv could feel herself losing consciousness. "Eat me," she said.

Grinning an evil grin, he purred, "What an excellent idea." He drew back his fist and then everything went black.

Sam had quickly followed Liv outside and found her crouched down, arms around her legs, head in her hands and breathing deeply. He knelt down next to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, are you okay?" he whispered.

She flinched at his touch, but grasped at his hand like it was a lifeline. When she finally looked at him, he noticed that the usual spark in her eyes had gone and she looked like she was fighting back tears. The sight tore at his insides and he found he wanted nothing more than to spare her of the pain she obviously felt.

"This is all my fault," she mumbled "I let him in and put everyone at risk."

"Liv, you can't think like that. It's a dark road and doesn't solve anything."

"But I…"

"No. I don't want to hear it. Your hunters knew what they were signing up for. They knew this was part of the risk. Sometimes you can't save everybody, it sucks but it's true. If you start blaming yourself for the actions of others, you'll only fall deeper and deeper into the darkness." He tipped her chin up so he could look into her bright blue eyes. "Okay?"

She gave him a small smile and nodded. He was right of course, she had said the same thing to him after a truly awful case where a shifter had gone on a murder spree and it took a week for them to finally gun the bastard down.

"Kind of ironic though isn't it?" Dean said, after Liv and Sam had re-entered the apartment. "Vampires kidnapped you because he was sloppy back then and they turn him just to get to you now," Dean said, trying to lighten the mood.

Liv glared at him but didn't respond. "Dean, why are you even up? You look like yesterday's trash."

He scoffed, "This coming from someone wearing a blood stained robe. I mean what were you guys doing?" He looked over at Sam, also covered in blood, still in his boxers, and trying to hide the naked parts of his body. Dean laughed, uncomfortably. "Never mind, I don't wanna know."

Liv blushed and pulled the robe tighter around her. "What are we going to do about Luis?"

Sam and Dean looked at each other, having one of their silent, brotherly conversations. Nodding at each other in agreement, Sam's features turned fierce. His shoulders tensed, his mouth was set in a hard line, his jaw clenched and his eyes were cold. "We kill him," he said, in an icy voice.

"Yeah great. Except we have to find him first and I'm sure his new nest probably tipped him off that his cover's been blown," Benny said.

"I can ping his cell phone, hold on. Sam, give me your laptop."

He dug it out of his backpack for her and she quickly navigated her way through Sam's tracking software. "Fuck. He turned off the GPS in his phone," she muttered under her breath.

"What do we do now then? How do we find him?" Benny asked.

"Well I can try and activate the tracker I put on his car. He might not know about that. I have the information somewhere…" Liv trailed off looking around her apartment.

Dean looked stunned, "You put a tracker on his car? Without telling him?"

"Well yeah." Liv shrugged. "I did it to all of my hunters in case they ended up stranded or kidnapped. I didn't want them to know, so the information couldn't be tortured out of them."

"How do you even know how to do that?" asked Sam.

"Bobby," she said while looking through a stack of papers.

"Did you put a tracker on me?" Sam muttered.

Liv looked up from her task to answer when Dean interrupted her. "That doesn't matter now. We need to find Luis and fast before he finds out that we killed his nest."

"Got it." Liv said, holding up a slip of paper with a list of names, car models and a set of serial numbers. "Here we go…Luis Hoffman…drives a Ford F150…Sam, need your computer again."

He pushed it towards her on the kitchen island and watched her as she worked. Even covered in blood and stressed he found her stunning. He could feel his body agreeing with him and tried to cover himself discreetly when Dean whispered in his ear, "Dude you should put on some pants."