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"Enochian (Angel) Speech"

'Thinking' *but can also be a word emphasized, with the little [ ' ' ] representing air quotes*

Flashbacks & Dreams

Telepathic link

§Parseltongue§ (Snake and Dragon Speech)


July 29th, 2004. 8:00 AM. Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Bobby's place.

"So Sam, Dean any new cases?" Rosemary asked the brothers over a breakfast of pop tarts and juice. Not the most healthy of choices but Rose is still a kid for however long that will last and is allowed to indulge in the occasional bit of junk food, until she's much older of course and has to watch her figure lest she blow up like a balloon, and rot teeth, and destroy her liver, and kidneys or something.

"Just some haunting a couple towns over, but some other hunters are taking care of it." Dean said. He was glad for a break. He was still annoyed with the case he and Sam dealt with a few days ago with the whole haunted ship with the dead crew member who died by his own brothers' hand. The ghost took up drowning people who had killed family members and it was just a messed up case all around. Not to mention the whole ordeal would have been over sooner if that annoying b**** Bela had kept her greedy little hands away from their case. They had, had to save her life in the end because apparently she killed someone. Her father most likely, she seemed the type.

He figured since they didn't have to worry about any cases at the moment that he had some time to update the Impala, Baby as he preferred to call it, with a brand new engine to allow it to go faster with renewed mileage on the Chevy. He also wanted to install a new steering wheel since the current one kept getting stuck randomly while trying to make right hand turns. The leather in the back seat was also pretty worn from the constant use of the backseat when Dean just wanted a quickie with whatever harlot he picked up from either the bar, diner, or nightclub and didn't feel inclined to either take his conquest back to their motel as a courtesy to Sam, or gods forbid go back to wherever these girls lived. Point is, under a black light the car would reveal to have male and female ejaculate, blood, monster guts and other things and it was high time it was replaced.

The tires on his baby were also getting bald so he'd be replacing them with heavy duty tires perfect for all weather and road conditions. He also decided to put the lucky rabbit's foot that thankfully didn't have the bad luck still attached to it anymore around the rear-view mirror.

After hearing about this Bela con-artist character a few weeks ago and the incident with the Lucky Rabbit's Foot, Rosemary had decided to tinker with it. She managed to remove the curse of severe case of bad luck via death it had on it if you lost the foot after touching it. It would grant the three of them, since they touched it after Rose broke said curse, unconditional good luck for about three months straight before wearing off. The luck in the foot would eventually ware off permanently so even if they somehow lost it no one else would be hit with crazy good luck, like say a monster or a horrible human being, so it didn't matter to them.

It ended up saving them during the very few hunts that came up recently, sometimes two in day, that could have ended badly and also got the FBI to drop all charges on Dean and suspicions on Sam involving past 'crimes'. Which in reality were some of their hunts gone wrong and the incident where that one shifter morphed into Dean and went on a crime spree. It was pretty awesome. Just to be safe though, Rosemary decided to use a little magic to make any paper reports filed against them were destroyed because even if you erased everything in the computer system and or removed old video footage of someone, paper files could be pulled up and looked at again. Charges get dropped but something told Rose that for some cases, even if charges got dropped, if someone higher up still felt that Sam and Dean were guilty then there would still be 'evidence' to look at. Better to be safe than sorry.

Rose had also suggested to the brothers about keeping names, phone numbers, addresses, and even e-mails of some of the survivors from past cases. When asked why she explained that if they ever needed an alibi or a good word from a respected member of a community in case they ran into trouble down the line, they'd at least have a head start. It would go a long way in convincing others that they really are good people and that they obviously couldn't be in two places at once so there was no way they had done all those things they'd no doubt be accused of.

The brothers agreed it was a very good idea and made mental notes to write down names and addresses of people they remembered helping and to write new info on future innocents they helped. By 2 PM Dean was able to finish working on the 1967 Chevy Impala and was even able to wash her down, and then wax the car. She was super shiny and Dean looked content. Rose admitted that this was good 'medicine' for Dean, considering.


The brothers were sitting at Bobby's kitchen table eating a late lunch, talking amongst themselves. Rose was writing in one of her journals jotting down different ideas to perfect two different potions she was working on for Sam and Dean.

She had already begun creating something that would act as a shield on Dean's mind while he was in Hell to save him most of his sanity until he was returned to them. Rose was originally going to help him occlude his mind but it was hard for her since she had little to no experience with mind magic. She didn't want to shatter his sanity to simply build defenses for him on the off chance she rendered him brain-dead or something, so potion it was. The potion coupled with meditation would allow Dean to enter his own subconscious and build defenses using his knowledge of the supernatural as a basis to defend and guard his thoughts and memories. The potion had a few months before it was officially ready to be consumed but everything was going smoothly.

She had also started working on something for Sam since she detected some sort of taint in his blood. She started working with unicorn horn dust for it's potent magical properties and unicorn blood willingly given of course, (unicorn blood unwillingly given was cursed to give the drinker a cursed half life) for its' strong purifying components, some mint leaves for cleanliness and other ingredients that would promote healing and purity.

It was still a work in progress and she guessed she might need the healing tears of a phoenix as well as a bit of angel grace, once Sam informed her that the taint was in fact demon blood that was fed to him as a baby, to completely purge the taint from his very DNA and soul. She didn't have any phoenix's on hand since they were incredibly rare nor did she know any angels personally so she was at a stand still on that front. Still she was making exceptional progress. Sam was grateful all the same.


July 29th. 5:20 PM.

They were minding their own business when Bobby walked into the kitchen with a phone in one hand and a book in the other. Some newbie hunter needed help with a poltergeist.

"Alright Frank. Glad to help. You give me a call if you run into trouble." Bobby told the guy before hanging up his flip phone.

Before Sam or Dean could ask Bobby if he needed help around the house his phone rang again.

"Yeah, uh huh. I'll send the boys over. Alright, you too... Bye."

"What was that about?" Sam asked the seasoned hunter.

"Pack your bags boys, you too kid. There's what appears to be suspicious vampire attacks in the last week over in Albany, New York."

With that Rose packed up what few things she had on her, the rest having been left inside her school trunk or personal trunk that she hadn't needed immediately, and also made sure to magically pack her books that she'd left out. Rosemary figured they wouldn't be coming back since if they were going to be in NY anyways, they could drive her to Long Island after the hunt was over, after she went to her Gringotts meeting on August 2nd of course.

She hugged Bobby really tight before saying goodbye. Sam and Dean said their goodbyes to the old hunter whom treated them more like his sons then John ever had, telling him they'd call once they made it safely to their destination.

The hellhounds were already outside and jumped into the backseat of the Impala after Rosemary got in. Magnus was inside the magical tent in a decent sized glass terrarium. There was even a mouse living inside it along with him so if he was hungry on the long upcoming ride he'd have something to eat.


Random location that night.

Bela approached her car and was startled by a figure she could see reflected in the car door's window just as she reached it. It was a man she didn't recognize. "It's rude to sneak up on people." She said in order to save face.

"Bela Talbot." The man said simply.

"You have me at a disadvantage. I don't know who you are."

"Gordon Walker."

Bela stumbled slightly, and momentarily panicked. She'd heard that name before, followed by some very unsavory things. "I've heard of you. Heard you were in prison."

"Got out." Gordon said indifferently.

"Released on good behavior?" Bela questioned sarcastically. She'd just opened her car door, casually reached inside just as Gordon held up a small gun.

"You looking for this?" He questioned cockily while removing the clip. "I know you were just in Massachusetts, and I know you were with the Winchester boys. Tell me where they are." Gordon demanded icily.

"I don't think I know." Bela said nonchalantly, her English accent coming out thick.

Gordon not liking that answer pulled out another, larger handgun from the inside of his jacket and aimed it at her face. "Why don't you think a little harder?" He growled out.

"Put that down. What's so pressing about finding the boys anyway?"

"Sam Winchester's the Antichrist." He said it with so much conviction and such a straight face that Bela struggled not to laugh out right. Of the two Winchesters Sam was practically a giant puppy. 'This Gordon character clearly needs a better source of information' Bela thought.

"I heard something about that... " She began with scorn.

"It's true." Gordon said trying to defend himself.

"... from my good friend the Easter Bunny, who'd heard it from the Tooth Fairy. Are you off your meds?" She jeered.

"The world hangs in the balance. So you go ahead and be a smart-a**, but tell me where they are or I shoot." Gordon said with an edge to his voice, his gun still aimed at Bela's head.

"Gordon you and I don't know each other very well, so let me tell you a little something about me. I don't respond well to threats, but you make me an offer, and I think you'll find me highly cooperative."

"Okay." He lowered his gun, "How about ..." He lifted up his hand aiming the gun right back at her face, "you tell me where they are, or I kill you right now?"

"Kill me. Good luck finding Sam and Dean." Bela said condescendingly with a smirk on her face and triumph in her voice. Gordon looked positively livid a this point.

"I can wrangle up three grand."

"I don't get out of bed for three grand." Bela said half amused, half mocking.

"You...-" As Gordon was wracking his brain trying to come up with something to offer Bela he lowered his arm and she caught sight of the small cloth bag hanging at his belt. Her eyes lit up like Christmas had come early.

"Scratch that. Give me the mojo bag, and we'll call it even."

"Oh, hell no. This thing's a century old. It's...-"

"Priceless." Bela cut him off. "Believe me, I know. Now how badly do you want the Winchesters?" Bela questioned him eagerly.

After thinking it over, Gordon sighed heavily in frustration and defeat before tossing her the mojo bag. After catching it Bela fished her little flip phone out of the tiny pocket of her leather jacket and hit speed dial.

*Ring* *Ring*

"Hello, Dean? Hey, where are you?" Bela questioned, looking up at Gordon after receiving an answer.


Sam and Dean had driven to Albany, New York some time ago and were now checking out the alleyway that they had tracked the vamp to. Rosemary had decided to sleep in the motel instead of going with the boys because she was really tired. After feeding the hounds plus Magnus she crawled into the bed in her room inside the magical tent. The motel room they had picked this time around was way too disgusting to even bother with a cleaning spell.

Sam and Dean were stalking an alley trying to find the blood sucker when they came across a puddle of red liquid and a man lying half in it. He was bitten in the neck and even though he had lost much lifeblood he was still conscious.

" Hey, hey don't worry. We're gonna call you some help, okay?" Sam told the guy.

"Where is she? Where'd she go?!" Dean asked hurriedly.

The man, unable to speak, due to shock, pointed vaguely further down the alley. Sam stayed behind with the victim while Dean ran off in the direction he'd pointed to. Not too sure where the leech may have run off, Dean rose his machete and slowly dragged it across his forearm, drawing blood. He rose his bleeding arm up.

"Smell that?! Come and get it!" A young women emerged from a side alley and stared at him. It was evident that she was the vamp that tore the victim's throat based on the blood that still covered her mouth and chin. "That's right. Come on. I smell good, don't I? I taste even better." Dean egged her on.

She approached slowly, cautiously, eyeing the weapon in Dean's hand. Dean dropped his machete when the vamp stopped continuing forward to stare at it. "Come on! Free lunch!" Dean shouted. He was weaponless and the leech deemed him defenseless.

The vampire charged, grabbed Dean and sunk her fangs into his neck. Dean quickly whipped out a syringe filled with dead man's blood from his pocket and plunged it into her neck. She convulsed for a bit then fell to the ground unconscious. Sam came running, and then frowned at Dean when he noticed the bite mark on his neck.

"What?"

"Cutting it a little close, don't you think?"

"Ah that's just chum in the water. Worked, didn't it?" Dean shot back.


July 30th, 6:30 AM.

The motel room was dingier than the Winchesters usually occupied but it worked to their advantage. Old mattresses lined the walls, that had windows, blocking out all external light. Rosemary had woken up when they barged into the motel room around 2:30 AM with the unconscious vamp. Dean had tied the blonde leech to a chair in the middle of the room.

By the time the vampire woke up from the effects of the dead man's blood it was early morning.

Sam and Dean began circling her. Rosemary stood off to the side behind the brothers. Holiday and Zero were sat on her left and right side respectfully. Her green-tree python, Magnus was comfortably perched around her neck and shoulders like a wrap around scarf.

"You with us?" Dean questioned the vamp, just as she woke up more fully, struggling against her bonds. "Oh yeah, sorry. You're not going anywhere." Dean said snidely.

"Where is your nest?" Sam demanded.

"What?" The vampire questioned. Rosemary could tell she was genuinely confused. 'Interesting'.

Dean looked at the vampire disbelievingly. "Your nest... where you and your bloodsucking pals hang out."

"I don't know what you're talking about! Please! I don't feel good." Holiday and Zero began to growl at her, not liking the tone of voice she was using when speaking to Sam and Dean. Magnus also showed his displeasure by hissing loudly. "Tacere!" Rose commanded her familiars and with a quickly followed command of, §Magnus be sssilent§, all three quieted.

The vampire looked over in Rosemary's direction while she spoke not having expected her to start hissing but immediately turned her attention back to Dean with his next comment.

"Yeah, well, you're gonna feel a hell of a lot worse if we give you another shot of dead man's blood." Dean replied to her earlier statement.

"Just let me go."

"Yeah, you know we can't do that." Sam smirked.

"I'm telling you the truth. I just... I took something. I'm freaking out! I don't know what's going on!"

"You took something?" Sam questioned her, sounding confused and a bit skeptical.

"Yes!" the vamp began making frantic movements. "I can't... come down. I just want to come down." She finished with desperation clear in her voice.

"What's your name?" Sam questioned her.

"Lucy. Please just let me go."

"All right, Lucy, how about this? If you tell us what happened, we'll let you go." Sam patronized her.

"You will?" She asked not quite believing them. She looked to the shorter male in the room as she asked this since he'd been the more aggressive of the two. Dean gave a quick nod in her direction after giving Sam a confused/questioning look that only Sam and Rose had seen.

Lucy calmed down a bit and told them exactly what she could remember. "Uh, I don't really... um, it's not that clear. I was at Spider."

"Spider?" Sam questioned. He had no clue what spider meant. 'Gang hideout? a brothel? what... '

"The club on Jefferson. And there was this guy... he was buying me drinks."

"This guy, what's he look like?"

"Uh, he was older... like thirty. He had brown hair, a leather jacket... Deacon or Dixon or something. He said he was a dealer, that he had something for me... "

"Something?"

"Something new. '"Better than anything you've ever tried."' He put a few drops in my drink."

"Was it red and thick?" Dean asked in exasperation. She nodded an affirmative. "Well, genius move there. (note the sarcasm) That was vampire blood he dosed you with."

"What?" Lucy asked stupidly.

"You just got a shot of the nastiest virus out there."

"You're crazy! He gave me roofies or something! No... The next thing I know, we're at his place, and he says he's gonna get me something to eat, just wait. But I got so hungry."

"So you busted out?"

"Yes. But it wont wear off... whatever he gave me."

"Lights are too bright? Sunshine hurt your skin?" Dean asks her, knowing what her answer will be.

"Yeah and smells. And I can hear blood pumping."

"I hate to tell you this, sweetheart, but your blood's never pumping again." Dean said dead serious, pun intended.

"Not mine... yours. I can hear a heart beating from half a block away."

"It's not going to stop. You've already killed two people. The guy from last night almost made it three." Rosemary addressed the vampire.

"No I couldn't! I was hallucinating!" Lucy said frantically, tears gathering in her eyes.

"You killed them, all right? We've been following a sloppy trail of corpses, and it leads back to you." Dean told the she-vamp.

"No. No it wasn't real! It was the drug! Please! Please, you have to help me!" She said anxiously.

Sam jerked his head at Dean, they both got up to leave. Rosemary stayed behind to keep an eye on the vampire to make sure she didn't get any ideas.

"No, no." She tried struggling again but the hellhounds start growling more loudly at the animated corpse. And if Rosemary's eyes weren't deceiving her, the hounds were growing! Like getting bigger, taller, more muscled. And their auras were becoming brighter, more potent, powerful. A possible reaction to the threat against their mistress. It excited her and had the benefit of startling the vampire into frozen silence.

In the next room Sam turned to Dean, "Poor girl."

"We don't have a choice." Dean said tiredly. He didn't like this either but she'd already killed people and still thought it was a hallucination. She was a danger to innocents.

Sam shook his head silently letting his big brother know he didn't want to be the one to end her. He couldn't bring himself to do it. Dean accepting his brothers kind nature walked back into the room the vampire and Rose were in with his machete in hand. He didn't mind ending the vampire's life if it meant protecting Sam from having to do it. He loved his brother enough to acquiesce to his more gentle nature.

The vampire broke free from her bonds at the last second when she noticed Dean with his trusty machete. Though, before Rosemary could cast magic or Dean could get the jump on her both Holiday and Zero lunged forward. The blonde leech tried to jump over them and sink her teeth into Rosemary's familiars but the hellhounds were faster, stronger, and twice as cunning. They jumped over and around her, chomping down on her arm and leg respectively and kept her subdued long enough for Dean to deal the killing blow.

Sam had stayed in the other room until he heard the struggle of a freed vamp going at it with the pups. He half entered the room only to see Dean raise the machete up while the hounds held her in place. He flinched at the *swoosh* followed by a *snikt*. The obvious sounds of Dean slicing the vampires head clean off in one fell swoop. Sam always disliked that wet squishy sound, that chopping body parts off always made.

With a snap of Rose's fingers the bloody mess and body on the ground disappeared. The last thing they needed was for the guy who owned the motel to call the authorities on them for the dead body. Sam and Dean were finally cleared of all criminal charges for crying out loud. Rose was disappointed that the supernatural vamps didn't clean themselves up. I mean if the creepy crawlies really wanted to remain hidden from the mundane world then there should be an automatic cleaning mechanism to how they die. At least magical vampire bodies disintegrated upon their, 'second death', since, ya know, vampires are technically already dead.

"Hey Rose.. uh, are the hounds like three inches taller and like 5 pounds heavier than like two seconds ago?" Dean wondered allowed drawing Sam's attention back to the two menacing yet very beautiful dogs in the room both of whom were licking their chops and wagging their tails happliy. Sam really hoped the vampire blood wouldn't like mutate the hounds or something. Even though the brother had never heard of such a thing, one can never be too careful. The fact that the hounds were creatures from Hell made him wonder if because of that, that there would in fact be repercussions to them eating from things that could potentially harm and or change them.

"Yeah isn't it exciting! It was like they grew after getting annoyed with the vampire. Like to assert dominance over her and subdue her faster than she could blink. I wonder if they will continue to get bigger and bigger if they encounter lots of different creatures and gain battle experience. I'm so proud of them though!" She beamed. The dogs proceeded to wag their tails in happiness at their masters praise. Magnus just hissed his annoyance at the flea bags getting all of the attention. It was times like these he wished his breed of snake had lethal venom.

Rose laughed and all three of them pat both hounds on the head for a job well done.


July 30th 2004, 8:30 AM Random Hospital in Albany NY.

The man that Sam and Dean had saved was in a hospital bed, a bandage was wrapped around his neck and an I.V. was attached to his arm. Two hunters impersonating FBI agents entered his room. Gordon and Kubrick.

"Sir, a few questions about the attack." Gordon said to the victim.

"I already talked to the cops."

Gordon flashed his fake FBI badge, face expressionless. "Well we're not cops. We're FBI. Can you describe your attacker?"

"She was crazy. She had that, uh, super-PCP strength, you know? She gnawed on my neck." The victim said in equal amounts of incredulity and disgust.

"And did she bleed on you?"

"On me, no." The victim replied confusedly with a raised eyebrow.

"In your mouth, open wound, anything? You sure about that?" Gordon pressed. He needed to be sure this man was still human.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Why?" The man questioned bewildered.

"This woman has a very dangerous virus."

"What? She bit me in the neck!" The victim stated, eyes widened in disturbed revulsion. He really hoped they weren't talking about aids or something. He was the perfect bill of health last he checked with his doctor.

"The bite doesn't matter. You have to actually ingest the blood to be infected." Kubrick told the victim, speaking for the first time.

"Good thing too. We'd have had to kill you." Gordon told him. The guy laughed nervously but Gordon just stared at him, completely serious. "So the attack..?"

"She jumped me, then bit me. Then two guys showed up and chased her off."

"What did they look like?" Kubrick questioned.

"I didn't get a good look." He didn't like these two FBI agents. They give off a mean vibe. He also didn't like their uncaring statue expressions coupled with douche-y attitudes.

"Think." Gordon said sternly. The look on his face told the vic he'd do anything to get information from him. The hunter pressed his fingers into the victims bandaged neck wound eliciting a hiss of pain from the injured hospital patient.

The victim recalled his earlier statement, about how the FBI agent would have no issue killing him had he been infected with whatever that girl had. He didn't want to die nor did he like being treated like a perp. "One of them was real tall!" He rushed out. Gordon moved his finger from the guys neck and turned to give Kubrick a darkly significant look.


That night around 9:45 PM. Jefferson Street. Outside the club, Spider.

Sam and Dean exited the club and made their way over to Rosemary who had stood outside to wait for the brothers to finish investigating. She did not want to be anywhere near this place never mind the fact that she was too young to get in anyways. She could sense at least 4 pedophiles, one serial killer, a guy with a foot fetish, three woman who hate and abuse children, a man who beats his wife and two serial rapists. She was itching to slit their throats. End their existence so they could no longer harm others. Sam and Dean may kill the supernatural to protect humans from it all but who protects the humans from other humans? The cops couldn't catch every bad guy and, hell, there was probably one supernatural creature in every branch of government and or office job just to help cover the tracks of others of their kind and of course there was also the wide range of corrupt human government officials that got away with shit all the time too.

"That was a big fat waste of time." Dean said irritably walking towards Rose, Sam following alongside him.

"Look, three blondes have gone missing, including Lucy, all last sighted here. I'm telling you this is the hunting ground." Sam said confidently.

Across the way Dean spotted a 30-something man walk into an alleyway with his arm around a young blonde woman. He pointed them out to Sam and Rosemary and the three quickly followed them into the alleyway.

In the alley across from the club the bloodsucker, Dixon held up a dropper full of red liquid and the girl giggled in response. "You're sick." She told him, smiling.

"You ready, sweetie? One taste of this, you'll never be the same." He raised the dropper over her open mouth but before the drops of vampire blood could fall in Dean grabbed the man's arm, pulled it down, and clocked him in the face.

Sam pulled the girl away and shoved her towards the mouth of the alley. "Go, get out of here!" Sam shouted at the blonde.

The male vampire hurled Dean into a brick wall then turned towards Rosemary giving her a very creepy smile before taking off in a run. Rosemary was stiff and uneasy from the disturbing encounter.

She, along with Sam, rushed to Dean's side, with Sam helping Dean up. "Dean you ok?"

"I'm good. come on." The three of them took off after the vampire. As they hurtled around the corner the vampire was nowhere in sight. However standing opposite them, guns in hand were Gordon and Kubrick. Gordon raised his gun and aimed at Sam and proceeded to open fire. The first bullet aimed at Sam was blocked by Rosemary's protective magic.

'Who the f*** thought it was a good idea to shoot at her family?' They were so going to regret it.

She was so damn pissed. The two rogue hunters looked surprised, having not expected there to be a kid with the brothers and a witch no less.

Gordon and Kubrick advanced and open-fired at the trio. Sam, Dean, and Rosemary quickly hid behind alleyway junk, and parked cars. "Shacking up with non-humans. Children no less. What are you two?, supernatural loving pedophiles?" Gordon shouted at their retreating forms, his voice full of sarcasm, disgust, and equal parts scorn.

'That sick bastard' All three of them thought at once.

'How dare this man accuse Sam and Dean of being pedos.' Rose would have ended their lives herself if that was the case. The only males in her life that she could tolerate were Daniel, Thanatos and Bobby since they weren't disgusting and treated her like family. Sam and Dean being the two she loved unconditionally thanks to the bond that was already half formed. The five males in her life genuinely cared about her without expecting anything in return, nor were they pedophiles or super perverted. (I mean they are men after all so it's expected that they get weird around woman occasionally but none of them were sexist, have never forced themselves on women, and were always respectful)

The two hunters trying to kill them give off a 'holier than thou' vibe and an attitude that could rival an angry pregnant woman who caught her husband cheating. The darker skinned man who made the comment also gave off a bit of a creeper vibe and if it weren't for the existence of supernatural things allowing him to justify his cruelty, he'd probably have become a serial killer. He seemed the type.

"All right, run. I'll draw them off." Dean told the two, snapping rose out of her thoughts.

"What?!" Sam shouted, followed by a "You're crazy! Let's come up with an actual plan." from Rosemary complete with wide eyes.

Ignoring them both Dean darted out into the line of fire, leapt on top of a car and used it to get to the second-story parking lot entrance. Kubrick followed him still firing shots. Gordon stayed behind. His main target was Sam, it was always Sam. He started making his way to where the two were hiding.

He wanted to kill Sam so badly and since the little girl was clearly not human he wont lose sleep if he gets to gank her too.

He had just turned around one of the cars he knew the two were hiding behind only to be disappointed at the lack of bodies. He was momentarily confused but before he could continue searching something jumped on him from above sending him sprawling. It was the vampire, Dixon and he was freakin pissed. He kicked Gordon in the face several times, knocking him out cold.


Sam and Rosemary were in the motel room pacing agitatedly, waiting for Dean. They had gotten separated after Dean tried to distract the two hunters so Sam and Rose could escape.

Flashback to moments before Gordon reached their hiding place.

"Okay, Sam grab hold of me and don't let go. I'm going to shadow travel us back to the motel." The moment Sam grabs her hand she forces the shadows to surround the two of them in a comforting embrace and with her destination clear in her mind they immediately arrive inside their motel room.

Flashback Ends.

Rosemary was glad they had left the lights in the room off before they left to go finish this hunt. You couldn't shadow travel to or from someplace that was brightly lit. You could end up in an endless limbo of nothing but darkness. Lost indefinitely.

Sam and Rose were annoyed with Dean's reckless behavior. Sure he was on borrowed time as it was with his contract running out but that was seriously no reason to just act so thoughtless over his own well being. No need to speed up his time-limit amongst the living. Goodness.

When Dean finally entered the room Sam shouted, "There you are!" There was clear relief in his voice at the sight of his beloved big brother.

Dean was completely unconcerned and replied with a "Yeah, sorry. I stopped for a slice." while patting his full belly.

"Seriously Dean?! We're here worried sick you got shot to death and here you are cracking jokes about stopping for pie?!" Rosemary shouted incredulously with slightly narrowed eyes. There was a bit of hurt in her tone and a bit of moisture in her eyes. She was so upset but was more relieved that he was safe, and alive. She crossed her arms defensively and turned away from him with a bit of a scowl on her face.

Dean winced slightly at his baby sister's distraught expression and accusatory tone of voice but otherwise didn't acknowledge that she'd said anything.

"Nice move you pulled back there, Dean, running right at the weapons." Sam told him mckingly ut with a concerned look on his face.

Dean ignored it, "We'll what can I say? I'm a bad-a**. So I guess Gordon's out of jail." 'No s**** Agent Obvious.' Rose thought snidely.

"Uh, yeah, I guess so. You know, how the hell did he know where to find us?" Sam asked Dean. If Gordon had just gotten out of jail there was no way he could have known exactly where they were. He was locked up in a different state all together for crying out loud.

Realization crossed Dean's features "That b****." Dean said darkly. He pulled out his cell phone from his front pocket and dialed a number.

*Ring*

"Hi Bella."

"Hello Dean." Bela answered from inside her car.

"Question for you. When you called me yesterday, it wasn't to thank me for saving your a** was it?"

"Gordon Walker paid me to tell him where you were." Was her blunt and honest reply.

"Excuse me?!"

"Well he had a gun on me. What else was I supposed to do?"

"I don't know, maybe pick up the phone and tell us that a raging psychopath was dropping by!" Dean snarked. He was so mad right now. Those jerk-offs were aiming for his baby brother and no doubt would have killed little Rosie for performing magic to protect them.

"I did fully intend to call. I just got a bit sidetracked."

"He tried to kill us!"

While this was happening Sam was quietly explaining to Rosemary their past encounter with the hunter, Gordon, and how he was straight up bad news.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was such a big deal. After all, there are two of you and one of him."

"There were two of them."

On the other line Bela's face fell. "Oh."

"Bela if we make it out of this alive, the first thing I'm going to do is kill you." Dean said with anger evident in his tone.

Sam and Rosemary looked back towards Dean at this point.

"You're not serious?"

"Listen to my voice and tell me if I'm serious." Dean said, voice firm, never wavering. He would put a bullet through her face if his baby bro and sis were killed because Gordon 'mean-muggin' Walker decided to rid the world of what he deemed 'non-human/evil/supernatural/ blah, blah, blah... Even if none of them died he would still make good on his promise. He would end her himself with a bullet between the eyes.

He hung up on her. He'd made his point.

In her car, Bela looked at her phone in worry. She actually felt pretty bad now, and that's a first coming from her. The fact that two hunters who pride themselves on selflessly saving innocent humans from supernatural freaks were eventually going to come to kill her, a human, scared her more than she'd ever admit out loud. Now she definitely wasn't innocent, far from it in fact. She was nothing but a slime-ball con artist of a human with skeletons in her closet.


"Do you two have anything of Gordon's that I could use to track him?" Rosemary spoke up after Dean hung up.

"Track him how?" Sam asked her.

"Using a bit of something that belongs to him, like blood, a lock of hair, a piece of clothing, anything. I could use it to perform a location enchantment and BAM! I'll know where he is. I want to capture this jerk and question him myself. No one shoots at my family and gets away with it." Rose said with a sadistic gleam in her eye when she thought of all the ways she'd torture this buffoon. She was going to rip his mind apart. She would never enter Sam or Deans minds especially since she wasn't well versed or practiced in the mind arts, at least not without their express permission. But on an enemy? She was all for it.

Sam and Dean both involuntarily shuddered at the thought of little Rosie getting her hands on him. A darker part of Sam found immense satisfaction in this. He was pleased his baby girl (nickname for his sister-figure) was angry at the fact Gordon was specifically after him. Whatever the reason was.

"I got something of his. Nicked it off the alley floor when I came back looking for you two. When I didn't see ya I figured you made it back to the motel. It's not clothes or blood but it should work to track down the bastard." Dean told Rose handing over Gordon's fake FBI badge evident by the picture of the douche-wad who shot a them printed on to it.

Rose set up a table inside her magical tent. She cleared it of anything save for a bowl filled with a location potion and Gordon's badge, and the map of Albany, NY, that Sam smartly grabbed when the three of them had stopped at that diner to eat before going to the club, spread out on the table. Rosemary immediately set to work on the ritual and incantation.

"Δείξε μου το πρόσωπο σου,

επιτρέψτε μου μέσα στο μυαλό σας.

Δεν μπορείς να κρυφτείς από την εξουσία μου,

Θα σχίσει τα μυστικά σας χώρια.

Πες μου , όπου μπορείτε να αποκρύψετε."

After chanting the spell Rose lit the contents of the bowl on fire with her pointer finger and said "Gordon Walker" thus completing the location spell. Immediately a flicker of flame sparked out of the bowl and onto the map. The map burnt to ashes save for one small spot. The location was an abandoned warehouse near the alley that Gordon had attacked them in. It was also probably the vampire hunting ground since it was close enough to Spider. Either Gordon decided to end the vampire himself since that was kind of his thing, or the vamp got the jump on him.

"Yahtzee!" Dean shouted. He felt good knowing that the badge he decided to pick up at the last second helped in the search.

"All right let's head out. Oh and grab your vampire killin' gear. That abandoned warehouse could be where the vampire lives." Rose told the boys. She was going to bring Holiday and Zero. Have them protect Sam and Dean from Gordon as well as the vampire and any vampire buddies he might have.


Upon entering the Warehouse Sam, Dean and Rose were on edge. They didn't see the Dixon guy but they did see Gordon lying on a metal frame table-thing still unconscious with an obvious cut on his forearm. It looked like it was infected with leech blood. Hanging from the low-bearing ceiling were two very skinny blonde females. They looked half starved. They appeared to be newborn vampires that have not yet eaten. Easily deciphered by the way they appeared weak and lethargic barely fighting their restraints.

"Please. Help us." The girl on the left said weakly.

When they didn't find any other vampires, they began to question the two females. Learning that they were Janet and Lola the other two girls who went missing form Spider and that, no, they had not eaten anything since before going to the club, the trio deemed them savable. They had only had a few drinks that day plus the vampire blood that had been added to their whisky. So the vampire was probably out getting them something to eat.

Rose set about giving them douses of vampire blood from the one who turned them. It was conveniently left inside countless jars. Probably made it easier for the vamp guy to turn his victims if he already had blood at the ready since draining himself before turning humans might make him want to eat someone to replenish the blood he lost. Also disguising his blood as the new 'hip drug' would also call to many people into that sort of thing without drawing too much suspicion to himself. Hopefully it would turn the girls back to humans. Sam suggested leaving the two tied up until they were 100% certain the girls would change back to human.

"So what do we do with him? He's turning into a vampire. Now he's one of the creepers he enjoys killing." Sam said walking back over to the table that Gordon was strapped to.

"I'm going to restrain him magically, wake him up and rip through his mind. Find out what he knows. And then I'm going to end him." Rosemary said darkly.

She set about levitating his body in an upright position, floating in the center of the room. She then cast a spell that would leave his body stiff and immobile but allow him to turn his head and speak.

A quick "Aguamenti" aimed at Gordon's face and he began to rouse from unconsciousness.

"Welcome to the land of the living a**-hat, or in your case, corpse breath." Dean said nastily.

"What did you do to me?" Gordon asked them. He didn't remember how he got here and therefore was not aware that he'd been contaminated with vamp blood.

"We didn't do anything. Seems you got careless. Your partner high tailed it out of there when you, apparently, got kidnapped by the vampire we were hunting. Nice going there by the way. It would also seem you've been infected with leech syndrome, so obviously with you not being human, you're a threat to humanity." Dean smirked.

Gordon was pissed and he started to feel the vampire blood take it's toll on his body. He was hungry for human blood. It scared him a bit. He tried to struggle against invisible restraints but it was futile. He could only move his head. The newborn could only guess that it was the little girl standing between the Winchesters that kept him from ripping their throats out

Rosemary remained expressionless, completely unfazed by this weirdo's behavior and stupid face.

"You made a mistake Gordon..." Sam spoke up, staring at the older hunter with disgust and contempt while nonchalantly twirling his machete. Gordon's attention was not entirely focused on Samuel Winchester. "Getting out of prison to track us down. To kill me. And for what? You've become the very thing you hate the most and it's going to feel so good when you breathe your last breath." Sam told him.

"But first.." His attention went from staring hatefully up at Sam to Rosemary at her soft child-like voice. Though her blank stare unnerved him he still glared in her direction. With eye contact, she forced her way into his mind so brutally that he began screaming in pain. She didn't relent. She tore through his mind like a ravenous animal tears into the first meal it's had in weeks.

She pulled up every detail of his life. The first time he realized vampires were real. One had snuck into his sister's room, raped her and then turned her into a fanged beast. Rose saw how Gordon had no choice but to kill his sister once he tracked her down and learned how to end a vampire permanently. She saw different instances where he got other hunters hurt or killed on hunts because he saw them as a means to an end. Decent backup in a pinch but unimportant in his opinion. Rosemary saw innocents that were carelessly slaughtered because Gordon couldn't burden himself to simply check to see if the person or child he carelessly killed was even what he was hunting. How he tried to destroy an entire coven of vampires that didn't even hunt humans only animals without so much as batting an eyelash. Kudos to Sam and Dean for saving them by the way. She watched as he summoned and tortured demons to simply ask about Sam Winchester, how he asked around the hunter grapevine about the Winchester brothers. Whispers of Sam being the Anti-Christ and how he was unnatural and should be put to death. How there was some supposed balance that needed to be followed.

She saw and felt everything he felt. And he felt nothing. He was an utter sociopath with psychopathic habits. When she ended the link she staggered back. Sam and Dean looked at her with deep concern. The expression on her face was one of complete horror that slowly turned to utter loathing. She felt tired and wiser after everything she had just witnessed. She would have fallen had Sam not steadied her. Looking back at Gordon, who looked so utterly insane he should be locked in an asylum she made her decision. He was like a rabid dog that needed to be put down lest he go on a kill-spree.

She took Sam's machete and with a "No one touches my family and lives. I'm going to kill your undead ass and destroy it so there's no hope of you ever returning." *snikt* After chopping his head off Dean lit his zippo lighter and watched Gordon's remains burn. She would have fallen after all the consistent magic use and then using lots of her energy to delve into Gordon's mind if Sam hadn't decided to just pick her up in his arms. He was prepared to carry her back to their motel.

*Clap. Clap. Clap.*

All three jerked their heads towards the noise. It was the vampire responsible for Lucy, responsible for these two females still tied up. He must have returned at some point while she was ripping through Gordon's messed up thoughts. Dean didn't even wait for the bastard to start monologue-ing. He shot him in the head with a tranquilizer that had lots of dead mans blood.

Dixon hit the ground with a thud and Dean set about chopping his head clean off using his own machete, then burnt his body just like Gordon's. No evidence.

Sam, with Rosemary in his arms walked over to the two girls and after confirming that they were in fact human based off the energy their souls were giving off thanks to Rose's ability, she untied them magically, cleaned them up, put them to sleep, and erased their minds of the past few days being sure not to over power that spell and accidentally have them forget things like names and birthdays. With a snap of Rose's fingers the two young girls were shadow-transported to their homes and tucked into bed. It was safer and easier to just have the victims forget what really happened. At least the poor things weren't sexually assaulted or tortured and Rosemary counted that as a small miracle. "Okay you two lets go pack our sh** and head to a different motel. Preferably one without mold and termites." Rose said sleepily rubbing her face into Sam's neck. She had drained a little more than half of her magical reserves and was starting to feel it.

Sam and Dean chuckled a bit but agreed. They wanted to take nice long showers but didn't want to keep relying on Rose's magical tent so they figured going to a motel or even a hotel that had clean everything would be great. Tomorrow was Rosemary's birthday and they didn't want to have to deal with anything until after. After all, they still had a lousy sellout con-artist to track down and kill. Dean was all for keeping his promises.


11:30 PM.

The Motel they found in the next town over was very clean. The walls were a light blue with white trim, it had a clean white ceiling and everything else was also white. From the white fluffy carpet to the furniture. The only thing not white was the little grey TV and silver mini fridge. They only had one room available with just one King sized bed. Before the brothers could fight over who got to sleep there, Rosemary told them to shut their pie hole. "All three of us will sleep on the bed. I'll even sleep in the middle, now shut it and go shower. I'll order us a large pizza, half veggie, and half bacon and pepperoni."

After everyone was clean and had a full tummy, they climbed into the motel bed after Rose magically cleaned it of course. Can never be too careful when it comes to sensitization. Rosemary was in the middle snuggled up to Sam with Dean behind her facing towards his younger siblings with his back facing the motel door. Dean was closest to the motel door in case something entered the room while they slept. It comforted him, made him feel like he was doing his big brother duties to the two people in the room that he loved so much. All three had a weapon under their pillows just in case though. 'Cause you know, hunters.

It was a peaceful sleep. Not one of them was plagued with bad dreams. Not even psychic dreams in Sam's case nor demigod dreams in Rosemary's case. Just restful sleep between three people who basked in the comfort that sleeping together brought them.


A/N: The meaning behind the spell in case you were wondering. Might not be exact so I apologize. I used Google Translate to make my made-up poem look more legit in Greek writing. Also meaning of commands to both Holiday and Zero also using Google Translate.

word - meaning (language)

COMMAND(S):

Tacere - be silent, hush (in Italian)

SPELL(S):

"Δείξε μου το πρόσωπο σου, επιτρέψτε μου μέσα στο μυαλό σας. Δεν μπορείς να κρυφτείς από την εξουσία μου, Θα σχίσει τα μυστικά σας χώρια. Πες μου , όπου μπορείτε να αποκρύψετε." or " Deíxe mou to prósopo sou, epitrépste mou mésa sto myaló sas . Den boreís na kryfteís apó tin exousía mou, Tha schísei ta mystiká sas chória. Pes mou, ópou boreíte na apokrýpsete." - "Show me your face, let me inside your mind. You can't hide from my power, I shall rip your secrets apart. Tell me where you hide." (in Greek; a spell/poem I wrote)

Aguamenti - 'aqua' (meaning water) and 'mentis' (meaning mind) (in fake-ish Latin) the water making spell; conjures a jet of pure, clean water

A/N: Hope y'all enjoyed this chapter. I will be introducing Rose's birthday, her Gringotts meeting, Camp and then Rose's boarding school in the next chapter(s). Trying to come up with a neat class schedule idea using Microsoft Excel. It may take a while.


Please read and Review and let me know what you think of this chapter. Love y'all. :*