Author's Note: Well, I'm not in love with this chapter. I don't feel like I was really able to fit Fallon into it well. She's a little under used. But the chapter is complete and there's always the next one. Hopefully, you all will enjoy the chapter. Thank you for reading. And just so you know, I'd never turn down a review.
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Fallon was laying across the back seat of the Impala reading a book Sam had bought from a convenience store for her. She'd been reading it nonstop for the past one hundred miles. One bonus to being a ghost was that she couldn't get nauseous from reading in a moving vehicle anymore. When Sam and Dean had pulled up to the Sheriff's office in the town where the most recent supernatural-like activity was going on she hadn't even bothered to put the book down. She was also enjoying being back in the Impala again. After a month of hard work Dean had finally restored the car. He was now the happiest she'd seen him since his father died. When he had finished the car and started the engine he had cajoled her into the passenger seat and took her for an hour-long car ride. It had been nice traveling around just the two of them. And it was also nice now being back on a job, even though she had yet to participate in the hunt at all.
"Hey," Dean's voice pulled her attention away from her book. She hadn't even noticed the boys returned.
"Hey," she replied closing her book. "So, was the sheriff any help?"
"No," Sam answered. "He thought it was ludicrous to even ask if the murders could be linked to Satanists."
"He had no speculations about the mutilated cows?" Fallon questioned as the pulled away from the police station.
"He did," Dean told her. "He thinks they died from the extreme heat the area's been having and then were left out to bloat, eventually splitting open. All-natural causes of death and mutilation."
Fallon shrugged. "That does happen," she said.
"So you think we're wasting our time here?" Sam inquired.
"Well, whether we're dealing with Satanists or just another sick type of serial killer, the unsub is human," Fallon pointed out. "That's not our jurisdiction."
"Yeah, but with Satanism comes the potential for dark magic," Dean replied. "They could potentially release something supernatural."
"Maybe," Fallon conceded. "But that doesn't seem to be the case here. I'm just saying, that I think this case is a bust. We should find a new one."
"I'm not ready to throw the towel in yet," Dean said pulling into the hospital parking lot. "Let's check out the morgue. Maybe our victims will give us a clue." The three filed out of the car and headed for the morgue in the basement of the hospital. Fallon stole to lab coats from a house keeping closet and gave them to Sam and Dean. When they entered the morgue, there was a young man going through some files. He looked at them confused.
"Dr. Dworkin needs to see you in his office right away," Dean told the guy.
"But Dr. Dworkin's on vacation," the guy said.
"Well, he's back," Dean said bluntly. "And he's pissed, and he's screaming for you, man, so if I were you I would…" The guy quickly ran out of the morgue.
"Dr. Dworkin must be a hardass," Fallon commented as they began to search through the morgue. "Anything specific we're looking for on these victims?"
"Possibly," Dean answered. "Those Satanists in Florida marked their victims, didn't they?"
"Yeah, reversed pentacle on the forehead," Sam answered.
"So much f'd up crap happens in Florida," Dean commented passing Sam a pair of latex gloves. Fallon found the name of one of their victims on the outside of a body compartment. She curled her fingers in towards her palm and the compartment opened. Sam wheeled out the corpse. Its head was kept in a box between the victim's knees.
"That is so messed up," Fallon muttered.
"Yeah," Dean agreed. "Open it."
"What?!" Fallon cried. "No way! You open it."
"Alright, Sam, how about you open it?" Dean said.
"Dean," Sam sighed.
"You two are wusses," Dean teased stepping up to the box and flipping the lid open. "Well, no pentagram."
"That's horrible," Fallon groaned. "Just close the box."
"Maybe we should, uh, you know, look in her mouth, see if those wackos stuffed anything down her throat," Dean suggested.
"You've seen Silence of the Lambs too many times," Fallon sighed.
"I'm just trying to cover all bases," Dean replied defensively.
"Yeah, here, go ahead," Sam said.
"No, you go ahead," Dean replied.
"What?" Sam questioned.
"'Put the lotion in the basket'" Dean quoted the movie.
"Right, yeah, I'm the wuss," Sam muttered. "Whatever." He grimaced as he started poking around the victim's mouth. Fallon leaned back against the wall. She didn't know how, but she was somehow feeling woozy. Sam seemed to be feeling the same way. "Dean, get me a bucket."
"You find something?" Dean asked.
"No. I'm going to puke," Sam complained examining the girl's upper gums.
"Wait, lift the lip up again," Dean ordered moving forward.
"I can't deal with this corpse and Sam's vomit, Dean," Fallon stepped in. "Let's just call this a bust and go."
"No, no, no. I think I saw something," Dean replied pulling back the lip. "What is that, a hole?"
"Maybe she had an injury," Fallon commented. Dean ran his finger over the gum. As he pressed down a sharp tooth popped out of the hole. "Or she's a freaking vampire!"
"Well this changes things," Sam commented dryly.
"You think?" Fallon and Dean replied in unison.
When night fell the trio made their way to the local dive bar. Now that they knew what they were looking for the case was starting to roll. Dean and Sam plopped down on stools at the bar and waved the bartender over.
"How's it going?" Dean asked conversationally.
"Living the dream," the bartender replied sarcastically. "What can I get for you?"
"Two beers, please," Dean said. The bartender plopped two glasses down in front of them.
"So, we're looking for some people," Sam hedged.
"Sure. Hard to be lonely," the bartender replied gruffly.
"Yeah, um, that's not what I meant," he said laying a fifty-dollar bill on the bar counter. Fallon glanced around the barroom. It was nothing special and the people in it were of the rough and tumble crowd but still very ordinary. She didn't have the feeling that there were any supernatural beings besides her in the bar, however she did have the odd feeling she was being watched. Her sharp eyes gazed the room and landed on a black man alone at a table nearby. He wasn't looking at her. In fact, he didn't seem to be paying attention to anyone in the place. Still, she had an odd feeling about him. Her attention was caught when Sam and Dean stood up from the bar. She followed them out of the bar.
"Anyone catch your attention, Fallon?" Sam asked.
Fallon paused. "I don't think anyone there was a vampire," she replied. "What did you get from the bartender?"
"Potential suspects," Dean answered. "A group of people moved into a farmhouse a few months back. They fit the normal description of vampire coven behaviors. We're going to check it out." Fallon nodded before stiffening. All the hair on the back of her neck raised up.
"Fallon?" Sam questioned noticing the tight look on her face.
"We're being followed," she said.
"Vampire?" Sam questioned. His voice was low.
"Presumably," Fallon replied. "Keep walking." The three turned the corner. Fallon spotted a tight walkway between two buildings ahead of them and pulled both boys in with her. They watched as their pursuer also turned the corner. It was the black man from the bar. He stood at the corner for awhile before turning around. Fallon quickly stepped out from between the two buildings and raised a hand, throwing the man back against a pole. Dean and Sam cornered him, and Dean raised a knife to the man's neck.
"Smile," Dean threatened.
"What?" the black man asked.
"Show us those pearly whites," Dean demanded.
The black man looked exasperated. "You want to stick that thing someplace else?" he grumbled. "I'm not a vampire." Fallon and Sam shared a surprised look. "Yeah, that's right. I heard you guys in there."
"What do you know about vampires?" Sam questioned.
"How to kill them," the man replied. "Now, seriously. That knife's making me itch." Dean started to pull away, but Sam kept him pinned. The man sighed and pulled his upper lip up. "See? Fangless. Happy?" Sam let him go. "Now, who the hell are you?"
"Dean Winchester," Dean answered. "That's Sam. The girl's name is Fallon."
"Sam and Dean Winchester," the man commented amused. "I can't believe it. I should have known though. Pretty sure you two are the only hunters keeping a ghost around for company." He stared at Fallon coolly before glancing back at the boys. "I'm Gordon. You know I met your old man once. 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 said suspiciously.
"Word travels fast," Gordon replied. "You know how hunters talk."
"We try to avoid them, actually," Fallon said coolly.
"Yeah, I bet you do," Gordon replied.
Sam stepped up beside her protectively. "Those two vampires," he cut in changing the subject. "They were yours?"
"Yep," Gordon answered. "Been here two weeks."
"Did you check out that Barker farm?" Dean questioned.
"It's a bust," Gordon told them. "Just a bunch of hippie freaks."
"Where's the next then?" Dean asked.
"I got this one covered," Gordon replied dismissively. "Look, don't get me wrong. It's a real pleasure meeting you fellas, but I've been on this thing for over a year. I killed a fang back in Austin, tracked the nest all the way up here. I'll finish it."
"We could help," Dean offered. "Fallon's awfully useful when there's multiple aggressors."
"Thanks, but uh, I'm kind of a go-it-alone type of guy," Gordon replied.
"And one that doesn't want help from a ghost," Fallon commented nastily.
"I see you're also good at reading people," Gordon said.
"We keep her around for more than one reason," Dean stated.
"I hear there's a Chupacabra two states over. You go ahead and knock yourselves out," Gordon suggested. "It was real good meeting you, though. I'll buy you a drink on the flip side." They watched him head off.
"What a jerk," Fallon huffed.
"Well, he's certainly not a ray of sun shine," Dean commented.
"Like you're one to talk," Fallon grumbled. Dean gave her a confused glance. "'We keep her around for more than one reason.' I'm not just a useful hunting device. I could leave whenever I want to."
"Who's stopping you?" Dean muttered.
"And you two were doing so well," Sam sighed. "Let's hit the road."
"Why would we do that when we have a case right here," Dean asked.
"You heard him," Sam said. "He's a 'go-it-alone type.' He doesn't want our help."
"Yeah, well, he's gonna get it," Dean replied unlocking the Impala's driver side door. "We gotta hurry if we want to catch him."
They finally tracked him down at the town mill. The three got out of the car to here the whir of some machine running. "Something tells me things aren't going according to plan," Sam said.
"We sure we want to intervene?" Fallon asked dryly. Both boys gave her a look. She rolled her eyes before popping behind the mill. Things were definitely not going according to plan. A large man, presumably a vampire, was hauling Gordon towards an electric saw that was spinning nearby. Without hesitating she raised her hand out in front of her, shoving both out of the way of the saw. Their impact loosened the vampire's grip on Gordon who quickly tried to get back on his feet. The vampire recovered quickly though and was trying to regain his grip on the hunter. Fallon moved to intervene, but Sam and Dean quickly ran around the side of the mill. Sam pulled Gordon out of the way while Dean attacked the vampire. Fallon watched as the two scuffled for a moment. When Dean finally got the vampire pinned down under the saw she turned her hand over, palms to the ground, and the saw sliced down, cutting off the vampire's head. There was a moment of silence.
"So, uh, I guess I gotta buy you that drink," Gordon huffed amused. Fallon stared horrified at the corpse of the vampire. She had just acted on adrenaline, but she felt horrible. Dean, on the other hand, looked high from the kill. She looked over at Sam. She wasn't the only one concerned.
They ended up back at the bar. Gordon bought a round of drinks before joining them at a table. Fallon had made sure to get a seat as far away from him as possible. She didn't trust him not to dump the salt on her. Sam also seemed wary of him and was sitting stone faced at the table next to her. Dean, on the other hand, acted like he had just been reunited with his old best friend from kindergarten.
"Another one bites the dust," Gordon commented.
"That's right," Dean agreed enthusiastically.
"Dean and Fallon, you have that big-ass fang one hell of a haircut," Gordon praised.
"Thank you," Dean replied smugly. Fallon smiled thinly but refrained from commenting.
"That was beautiful," Gordon said. "Absolutely beautiful." Fallon and Sam both grimaced. Dean noticed.
"You two alright?" he asked.
"Fine," Sam and Fallon replied together.
"You sure, Sammy?" Dean questioned.
"I'm fine," Sam insisted.
"Well, lighten up a little, Sammy," Gordon said.
"He's the only one who gets to call me that," Sam huffed.
"Okay. No offense meant," Gordon said quickly. "Just celebrating a little. Job well done."
"Right," Sam replied. "Well, decapitations aren't my idea pf a good time, I guess."
"Oh, c'mon man, it's not like it was human," Gordon said. "You've gotta have a little more fun with your job."
"See?" Dean exclaimed. "That's what I've been trying to tell him. Fallon too." He glanced at both of them. "You could learn a thing or two from this guy."
"I'm sure," Fallon replied before phasing back through the seat and standing up. "I'm afraid drinking is rather pointless for me these days. I'm going to head back to the motel and finish my book. It was nice meeting you, Gordon."
"Likewise," Gordon replied. She could practically feel the hostility rolling off him.
"Fallon, don't teleport away yet," Sam said standing up. "I'm going back with her. Want to toss me the key?"
"Remind me to beat that buzzkill out of you later, alright?" Dean teased tossing him the key. Sam scowled at him before walking off with Fallon to the Impala. She was happy when she finally sunk into the passenger seat.
"I hope you didn't want to stay," she said as they pulled out of the lot. "I couldn't take the bad vibes anymore. I was trying to plot a way to hide all the salt without him noticing."
Sam laughed. "Yeah, I was surprised you came with us to the bar at all," he replied. "So was Gordon."
"I didn't want to, but I'm concerned about Dean," Fallon told him. "He was a little too pleased over killing that vampire."
"Yeah. Why the electric saw?" Sam asked her.
"I wasn't thinking," Fallon replied. "I was very in the moment, but, Sam, I'm concerned. I don't think this Gordon fellow is a good influence for Dean."
"Do you think we should look into him?" Sam questioned as they pulled up to their motel.
"What is your gut telling you?" Fallon returned. Sam nodded and the two quickly made their way to their motel room. Sam used the phone to dial up the Roadhouse.
"Harvelle's Roadhouse," Ellen answered.
"Hey. Ellen, uh, this is Sam Winchester and Fallon," he greeted. "We have you on speaker. That alright?"
"Sure. It's good to hear from you," Ellen said. "You boys and Fallon are okay, aren't you?"
"We're good, Ellen," Fallon assured her. "But we do have a question for you."
"Shoot."
"You ever run across a guy named Gordon?" Sam fished.
"Yeah, I know Gordon," Ellen replied.
"What do you know about him?" Fallon questioned.
"Well, he's a real good hunter," Ellen told them. "Why are you asking?"
"We ran into him on a job and we're kinda working with him, I guess," Sam answered.
"Don't do that, Sam," Ellen warned.
"I thought you said he was a hunter," Sam replied concerned.
"Yeah, and Hannibal Lecter's a good psychiatrist," Ellen said. "Look, he is dangerous to everyone and everything around him. And considering you have Fallon with you I'd really high tail it out of there. If he's working a job you three should just let him handle it and move on."
"Gut instinct was right," Fallon sighed. "Thanks Ellen."
"Any time," Ellen replied before hunting.
"Any idea how to get Dean out of his clutches?" Fallon inquired.
"Let's just try reasoning with him first," Sam answered. "We'll talk to him when he gets back. I'm going to grab some chips from the vending machine."
"Let me get one for you," Fallon replied. "Save yourself some change." She walked down the end of the row of motel rooms until she reached the vending machine. She glanced over the selections before deciding on the Doritos for Sam and gummy bears for her. She phased her arm through the machine and knocked the bags down from their purchase. With a satisfied smile she collected the snacks and headed back to the motel room.
She frowned as she came upon their door. It stood ajar, and she could have sworn she'd closed it behind her. Cautiously, she edged the door open and gazed around the room. Nothing looked out of place, but it was empty.
"Sam?" she called and then screamed when a rope was thrown around her, tightening at the waste before she could wriggle out of it. Pain seared her. The rope was covered in salt. As it weakened her she fell to her knees. A hand suddenly grabbed her by her hair and yanked her head back. She found herself staring up at a vampire.
"You have bad timing," he said before wrenching her jaw open and pouring salt down her throat. She blacked out from the pain.
Sam's P.O.V
Sam slowly rose out of the fog of unconsciousness and gazed around him. He felt a spasm of panic as he realized he didn't know where he was. In the room with him was a large dining room table, but nothing else. He was too far away from the window to see outside it. Whoever took him really didn't want him to know where he was. He stiffened when he heard a slight groan towards the right of him. He snapped his head around to see who it was.
"Fallon!" he cried. "Fallon?!" Fallon was half sitting in a chair, her head resting on her shoulder. Her auburn hair was covering her face, but he could tell she was knocked out. He noted the salt circle around the chair she was sitting in. To his surprise she also had ropes securing her arms to the chair. Seeing the burns around her wrists he realized whoever had taken them had soaked the rope in salt. He also realized that whoever had taken them had known who they were.
His attention was drawn away from Fallon when a large man entered the room. Sam recognized him as the bartender. He growled at Sam his fangs extended. Sam tried to stand up, but he was also tied down to the chair. The vampire continued to advance towards him.
"Wait!" a female voice called from behind him. "Step back, Eli." Eli did as he was told, and suddenly a female vampire was standing before Sam. She pulled off his gag.
"My name's Lenore," she told him. "I'm not going to hurt you. We just need to talk."
"Talk?" Yeah, okay, but I might have a tough time paying attention to much besides Eli's teeth and my friend's unconscious body…spirit."
"He won't hurt you either," Lenore said. "You have my word. And your friend will be fine. There's only enough salt on that rope to keep her from using her powers. It's causing her more discomfort than pain."
"Listen lady, you're not the first vampire I've met," Sam replied dubiously.
"We're not like the others," Lenore said. "We don't kill humans, and we don't drink their blood. We haven't for a long time."
"What, is this some kind of joke?" Sam scoffed.
"Notice you're still alive," Lenore pointed out before turning to look at Fallon. "Ghosts kill more people than vampires do. And yet, you haven't hunted her. You trust her."
"Fallon's different," Sam replied.
"So are we," Lenore insisted.
Sam frowned. "Correct me if I'm wrong here, but shouldn't you be starving to death?"
"The cows," Fallon cut in. Her voice sounded week. "They're feeding on the cows."
"Fallon!" Sam exclaimed. "Are you okay."
Fallon gazed over at him. Her blue eyes looked a little glazed over, but she seemed to be waking up quickly now. "I'm fine," she assured him before turning to Lenore. "Feeding on the cattle is clever. I bet you get to stay put longer."
"It's not ideal," Lenore admitted. "In fact, it's disgusting. But… it allows us to get by."
"Okay, uh…why?" Sam asked confused.
"Survival," Lenore answered simply. "No deaths, no missing locals, no reason for people like you to come looking for people like us. We blend in. Our kind is practically extinct. Turned out we weren't quite as high up on the food chain as we imagined."
"Why are we explaining ourselves to this killer!" Eli suddenly snapped.
"Eli!" Lenore scowled.
"We choke on cow's blood so that none of them suffer," Eli griped. "Tonight they murdered Conrad and they celebrated."
"Sam and I weren't exactly celebrating," Fallon cut in defensively.
"Eli, that's enough," Lenore said softly. "What's done is done. We're leaving this town tonight."
"Then why did you bring us here?" Sam asked. "Why are you even talking to us?"
"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."
"So you're asking us not to follow you," Sam said.
"We have a right to live," Lenore stated. "We're not hurting anyone."
"I see no harm in letting them go," Fallon said.
Sam shook his head. "You keep saying that, but give me one good reason why I should believe you," he said.
"Fine," Lenore sighed. "You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to let you go." Sam blinked in surprise. Lenore glanced over at Eli. "Take him back. Not a mark on him." Eli lifted a black sack to cover his face. Sam noticed no one was moving towards Fallon.
"What about Fallon?"
"I'll untie her and break the salt circle before we leave," Lenore told him. "To take her back we would need to feed her salt again. It would do her more harm than good."
"I'll be fine, Sam," Fallon said. "It's not like they can kill me." Sam nodded and allowed them to pull the sack over his head before being dragged out to a truck and being driven away.
Fallon sighed dramatically as she waited for either Sam and Dean to come get her or for the vampires to release her before they fled. She had already counted all the cracks in the ceiling and plotted several impossible escape attempts. Impossible because the salt circle was a hindrance. She didn't know if these vampires knew about her previous escape from a salt circle or if it was just a coincidence, but they had placed her too far away from the window for any breeze to blow away the salt. At least they had untied the ropes from her wrists. She sighed again.
"Is there really a need to be so dramatic?" Lenore asked standing in the doorway carrying a large cardboard box.
"I'm bored," Fallon said. "You could have at least kept me prisoner in a room with a T.V."
Lenore rolled her eyes. "There's only one box left after this," she told her. "And then we'll be leaving shortly after. You'll be free within an hour." Fallon watched her head for the front door before slumping in her seat. It was going to be a long hour. She frowned when she heard Lenore scream.
"Lenore?" she called. She stared towards the doorway and watched as she saw Lenore being dragged back into the house. As they came closer she realized who it was. "Gordon."
Gordon glanced at her as he dragged Lenore into the room and began to tie her to a chair. "Glad you're here," he said. "Now I don't have to hunt your grave down. The second I'm done getting this vampire here to let me know where her nest mates are I'll be turning my attention on you. You can tell me where your grave is."
"That is never happening," Fallon spat angrily.
"Oh, I think you can find I can be very persuasive," Gordon replied pulling the knife out of Lenore's chest and then slashing her across the cheek with it. "Want to tell me where your friends are?"
"Never," Lenore replied.
"I see we get to do this the fun way," Gordon replied and cut her again. Fallon clenched her eyes shut as he began to torture the vampire. Stuck in a salt circle, with nothing around to help her break out of it, she was forced to listen as Lenore cried at each cut he gave. She only opened her eyes again when she heard two people rushing towards them. She glanced over at the doorway and saw Sam and Dean. Gordon saw them too.
"Sam, Dean," he greeted. "Come on in."
"Hey Gordon," Dean said. "What's going on?"
"Just poisoning Lenore here with some dead man's blood," Gordon answered breezily. "She's going to tell us where all her little friends are. Wanna help?"
"Look man…"
"Grab a knife," Gordon said. "I was just about to start in on the fingers." He sliced Lenore's arm again.
"Stop it!" Fallon cried.
"Hey, let's all just chill, huh?" Dean tried to intervene.
"I'm completely chill," Gordon said.
"Gordon, put the knife down," Sam ordered frostily.
"Sounds like it's Sam and Fallon here needs to chill," Gordon commented.
"Oh, I'll show you chill," Fallon hissed.
"Just step away from her, alright?" Sam snapped.
"You're right," Gordon said stepping back from Lenore. "I'm wasting my time here. This bitch will never talk. Might as well put her out of her misery." He pulled out a huge knife. "I just sharpened it so it's completely humane." Sam quickly broke the salt circle and Fallon flew up out of her seat and shoved Gordon back from Lenore. Sam got in-between the other hunter and Lenore.
"I'm letting her go," Sam declared.
"You're not doing a dam thing," Gordon growled.
"Hey, let's talk about this," Dean urged.
"What's there to talk about?" Gordon asked. "It's like I said Dean. No shades of gray."
"You are so naïve," Fallon stated. "There are always shades of grey. There is no black and white in this world."
"You no longer belong in this world," Gordon spat.
"Gordon, I hear what you're saying," Dean said drawing the hunter's attention away from Fallon. "And I know how you feel."
"Do you?" Gordon questioned doubtfully.
"That vampire that killed your sister deserved to die, but this one…"
"Killed my sister?" Gordon laughed darkly. "That filthy fang didn't kill my sister. It turned her. It made her one of them. So I hunted her down, and I killed her myself."
"What?" Dean asked horrified.
"It wasn't my sister anymore," Gordon explained. "It wasn't human. I didn't blink. And neither would you."
"So you knew all along, then?" Sam questioned. "You knew they weren't killing anyone. And you just didn't care."
"You know, you're the only real monster I see in this room," Fallon commented.
"Oh, come on!" Gordon cried. "It doesn't matter if they aren't hunting humans! It doesn't change what they are. And I can prove it?" He darted forward and grabbed Sam's arm before cutting it with his knife. He held Sam's bleeding arm in front of Lenore. Her fangs extended.
"Hey!" Dean cried. Fallon was trying to muster up the strength to blast Gordon into the wall but the salt she'd been force fed earlier had weakened her.
"You think she's so different?" Gordon questioned. "Still want to save her? They're all the same. Evil."
"You're wrong," Fallon said watching as Lenore regained control of herself and turned her face away from Sam's arm. Fallon gave up trying to use her powers and ran at Gordon, knocking him back and releasing his hold on Sam.
Sam took a few steps away from Gordon. "We're done here."
"Sam, get her out of here," Dean ordered. Sam nodded his head before picking up Lenore. Fallon followed them out. Sam carried her over to her own truck.
"Are the others already gone?" Fallon asked.
"They would have fled once they noticed a hunter was here," Lenore said weakly.
"Are you going to be able to drive out of here on your own right now?" Sam asked placing Lenore down on her feet. She was able to stay upright, but just barely.
"Go back with Dean," Fallon said to Sam. "I'll drive her out and see if we can't find a cow or something for her to feed on."
"That won't be necessary," a deep voice said. Fallon spun around and saw Eli followed by a few others. "We can take her from here." Fallon and Sam nodded, backing away from Lenore. They watched as the vampires drove off. When they had driven out of sight they both turned back to the farmhouse. When they re-entered the dining room they saw that Gordon was tied to a chair.
"Did we miss anything?" Sam asked.
"Nah," Dean replied. Lenore get out okay?"
"They all did," Fallon answered.
"Then I guess our work here is done," Dean said walking towards them.
"What are we doing about him?" Fallon questioned.
"We'll call someone in two or three days to come untie him," Dean replied. They left the farmhouse. Fallon got back to the Impala before the boys and phased into the backseat. She picked up her book and began to read. She wasn't even a paragraph in when Dean snatched the book from her.
"Hey!"
"Time to socialize," he told her. "If I knew you would turn into such a recluse when Sam bought that book I never would have let him."
"I deserve to continue reading," Fallon exclaimed. "I was just held captive for about three hours."
"You okay?" Dean asked.
"I will be when you give me the book back," Fallon replied. Dean laughed and tossed her the book, losing her page in the process. "You're a jerk."
"Maybe, but I'm your jerk," Dean said.
"Let me know if you two want to get a room," Sam sighed from the passenger seat.
"Not in a million years," Dean and Fallon both replied bright smiles on both of their faces.
"Yeah. Sure," Sam muttered. "Let's go find a real job, shall we?"
"I guess we can check in on that Chupacabra" Dean said as they drove away from the farmhouse.