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Isabeau smiles at Dean as he happily drives his impala. It's been weeks upon weeks of hard work, and Dean was able to piece the impala back together and it looked practically brand new.
Of course to celebrate his hard work and accomplishment when he finished, Isabeau and Dean christened the backseat of the impala per Dean's request. Plus, having sex in the same house where Bobby was sleeping a few rooms over wasn't the best idea.
Dean nods his head, grooving along to his music, "Whoo! Listen to her purr! Have you ever heard anything so sweet?"
Sam has his arm draped over the seat, foot propped up on the seat and torso turned to the side, letting Isabeau lean back into his chest, and in between his legs. Isabeau had one of her feet bent and propped up on the seat and let the other leg rest in Dean's lap.
Sam shakes his head with a chuckle, "You know, if you two wanna get a room, just let me know, Dean."
Dean pats the steering wheel lightly with fondness, "Oh, don't listen to him, baby. He doesn't understand us."
Isabeau chuckles, reaching with one hand absentmindedly to play Sam's fingers, "You're in a good mood."
Dean squeezes her ankle with the hand that was resting on it, "Why shouldn't I be?"
Isabeau pursues her lips and shakes her head, "No reason."
"Got my car, got a case, we had amazing hot sex," Dean glances at Isabeau with a wink and Sam rolls his eyes with an amused smile. "Things are looking up."
"Wow." Sam laughs, "Give you a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows and you're Mister Sunshine." Isabeau grimaces at the mention of dead cows. Sam notices and grabs a hold of Isabeau's hand that was playing with his fingers and gives it a comforting kiss.
Dean laughs, "How far to Red Lodge?"
"Uh, about another three hundred miles." Sam sighs, thinking off the top of his head.
"Good." With a grin, Dean floors the impala.
In Red Lodge, a sheriff with what Isabeau thought was a very impressive mustache, is talking to the three of them, who are posing as reporters. "The murder investigation is ongoing, and that's all I can share with the press at this time." The sheriff states.
Isabeau pushes up the fake glasses she was wearing, crossing her legs with a pen and notepad in her hand. She nods, "Sure, sure, we understand that, but just for the record, you found the first, uh, head last week, correct?"
The sheriff nods with a hum, "Mm-hmm."
Isabeau writes on her notepad, "Okay, and the other, a uh, Christina Flanigan,"
"That was two days ago. Is there-" A young woman knocks on the door, interrupting the sheriff and she points at her watch. "Oh. Sorry boys, lady, time's up, we're done here."
Isabeau sits up in her seat, "One last question-"
"Yeah, what about the cattle?" Dean finishes for her.
The sheriff tilts his head, "Excuse me?"
"You know, the cows found dead, split open, drained ... over a dozen cases." Dean says, recalling what's been going on in the town.
"What about them?" The sheriff asks.
Sam raises his brows, "So you don't think there's a connection?"
The sheriff looks over at Sam, "Connection ... with...?" The sheriff drawls on.
"First cattle mutilations, now two murders? Kinda sounds like ritual stuff." Sam suggests that the two things were linked together.
"You know, like satanic cult ritual stuff?" Dean suggests, pursing his lips.
The sheriff laughs at their words, pointing a finger at them, "You…" His smiles and laughter falls when he sees that the three of them are not laughing and smiling along with him, "You're not kidding."
Dean softly shakes his head, "No."
The sheriff puts down his hand, "Those cows aren't being mutilated. You wanna know how I know?"
"How?" Isabeau immediately asks.
The sheriff shakes his head, "Because there's no such thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops, leave it in the sun, within forty eight hours the bloat'll split it open so clean it's just about surgical. The bodily fluids fall down into the ground and get soaked up because that's what gravity does. But, hey, it could be Satan. What newspaper did you say you work for?"
Sam pulls at the neck of his suit, uncomfortable as Isabeau looks away with a grimace, looking like she wanted to throw up.
"World Weekly News…" Dean trails off.
"Weekly World News." Sam corrects him.
"World -"
"Weekly World -"
Dean smiles, "Weekly... I'm new." Isabeau rubs her temple, easing her nerves.
The sheriff stares at all of them, "Get out of my office."
Dean, Isabeau and Sam enter the morgue, still wearing their shirts and ties, and Isabeau still wearing her glasses from the interview with the sheriff, but now also in white lab coats. The intern on duty has a name tag that reads 'J. Manners.'
Dean looks at it, calculating, "John."
The intern smiles, "Jeff." He corrects Dean, standing up from his seat.
Dean laughs, "Jeff. I know that. Dr. Dworkin needs to see you in his office right away."
"But Dr. Dworkin's on vacation." The intern says.
"Well, he's back. And he's pissed, and he's screaming for you, man, so if I were you I would…" Dean whistles as the intern runs away.
Dean turns to Sam and Isabeau, "Okay." The door closes, just leaving the three of them. "Hey, those satanists in Florida, they marked their victims, didn't they?"
Isabeau and Sam walk up to Dean, "Yeah, reversed pentacle on the forehead." Sam affirms.
Dean hands Sam and Isabeau a pair of latex gloves and puts on a pair of his own, "Yeah. So much f'd up crap happens in Florida."
Sam opens a compartment and wheels out a corpse; there's a box between its legs.
"All right, open it." Dean juts his head toward the box.
Sam looks at him, brow furrowed, "You open it."
Isabeau rolls her eyes, "I got it." Isabeau carries the box over to another table and flips off the lid, staring down at it, unfazed. Dean grimaces and Sam cringes, approaching.
"Well, no pentagram." Isabeau states, tilting her head at the box.
"Wow. Poor girl." Sam says.
"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 pats Sam's arm with a smile at his horror movie reference.
"Yeah, here, go ahead." Sam turns the box toward Dean.
"No, you go ahead." Dean turns it to Sam.
"What?"
"'Put the lotion in the basket.'" Dean quotes a line from Silence of the Lambs.
Isabeau rolls her eyes once again, grabbing the box and turning it to herself, "Seriously? Can't handle a severed head?"
Isabeau starts poking her fingers into the mouth. Sam and Dean stare as she does this, completely unfazed.
"How can you do that?" Sam whispers out, questioning how his girlfriend was able to just dive right into a corpse so easily.
Isabeau shrugs, still poking around, "I think that after being around Lucy and Gabriella, I'm completely numb to poking around a corpse. Plus, some hunts never went as smoothly as intended. Something straight from Evil Dead, I tell you."
Lucy was a vampire hybrid and Gabriella was a werewolf hybrid. Both of them worked in the morgue at the hospital in their hometown. Made it easy for the both of them to feed. Lucy got blood from people who donated to the hospital and Gabriella was able to eat any hearts that weren't up for organ donations.
She glances up, noticing Sam's discomfort. She chuckles, "Dean, get me a bucket?"
Dean looks over Isabeau's shoulder, "You find something?"
Isabeau smiles, "No, I think Stretch over there is going to puke."
Dean chuckles, but then stops, "Wait, lift the lip up again?"
Isabeau glances at him, "What? You want him to throw up, is that it?"
Sam glares at her, "Not funny, Beau."
Isabeau snorts, "Oh, I think it's hilarious, love." Sam's grimace falters, turning into a hint of a smile for a quick second at her little nickname.
Dean shakes his head, "No, no, no, I think I saw something."
Isabeau pulls back the lip, showing the gums to all of them. Along the top of her gums were little holes above her teeth. Isabeau huffs out in disbelief, pressing on the gum and a narrow, sharp tooth descends.
Sam blinks at it, "It's a tooth."
"Sam, that's a fang." Isabeau lets go of the lip, "Retractable set of vampire fangs. You gotta be kidding me."
Sam looks at her, "Well, this changes things."
"Ya think?" Dean asks him sarcastically.
Dean, Isabeau and Sam pull up near a local bar, no longer wearing their suits and Isabeau ditches the glasses. The three glance at each having a silent conversation. Dean turns his head back to the road and goes around to park.
Once they park the impala, they get out and proceed to walk into the bar. Dean, Isabeau and Sam approach the bar and a man sitting at a table to one side is watching them.
"How's it going?" Dean asks the bartender.
"Living the dream. What can I get for you?" The bartender asks.
"Three beers, please."
Isabeau leans against the bar, "So, we're looking for some people."
The bartender smiles at them, "Sure. Hard to be lonely."
Isabeau smirks in amusement, "Yeah. But um, that's not what I meant." She pulls out a $50 bill, fingering it, and drops it on the bar. The bartender looks at it, then takes it.
Sam sighs before continuing for Isabeau, "Great. So, these people, they would have moved here about six months ago, probably pretty rowdy, like to drink…"
Dean nods, "Yeah, real night owls, you know? Sleep all day, party all night." He takes a sip of his beer.
"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 nods, giving them information.
Isabeau glances at Sam and Dean, "Thanks." She takes one sip of her beer before setting it down.
They leave their half-finished beers on the table and leave. The man who was watching them is gone, a smoldering cigarette left behind.
As Dean, Isabeau and Sam leave, the man watches, then stalks them. They go down an alley, he follows. When he loses sight of them, turns and Dean and Sam are suddenly there, pinning him to the wall, Dean with a knife at his throat.
Isabeau crosses her arms from behind Sam and Dean, scowling at the man, "Smile."
"What?" The man asks her, confused.
"You heard her, show us those pearly whites." Dean says.
"Oh, for the love of - you want to stick that thing someplace else? I'm not a vampire." The man says.
Sam and Isabeau frown.
The man sees their frowns and explains, "Yeah, that's right. I heard you guys in there."
Isabeau tilts her head at the man, "What do you know about vampires?"
"How to kill them." The man addresses her before looking at Dean, "Now seriously, bro. That knife's making me itch."
Dean cocks his head and the man starts to pull away, but Sam pins him harder. "Whoa. Easy there, Chachi."
He slowly brings his right hand to his lip, and pulls it back, revealing normal gums, "See? Fangless. Happy?"
Dean lets up, both brothers backing away slightly, "Now. Who the hell are you?" The man asks.
They head back to the parking lot and stop at the man, who they found out was named Gordon, car, and he pulls out his arsenal.
"Sam and Dean Winchester." Gordon smiles at them, "I can't believe it. You know I met your old man once? 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 says, suspicious of his knowledge. Isabeau shifts in her spot, playing with her rosary. Wonder what people say about her. She wondered if other hunters even knew about what she was. From the handful of hunters she met, they seemed pretty accepting of what she was.
"Word travels fast. You know how hunters talk." Gordon says.
Dean glances at Sam, "No, we don't, actually." Isabeau shrugs, if you counted her coven then none of her coven really talked to any other hunters about their work. Again, except for the occasional few.
"I guess there's a lot your dad never told you, huh?" Gordon asks and neither brother answers.
Gordon looks over at Isabeau, "And Isabeau Fitzgerald… I will say. It's an honor to meet you." He puts his hand out with a smile.
"What do you mean?" Isabeau blinks at his hand with a small smile. When she touches his hand, she expects a handshake, but instead Gordon leans down and places a light kiss on her hand.
Isabeau raises her brow at him. She wasn't expecting that. When he stands up straight, their hands part and Isabeau backs up to Sam and Dean. The brothers jaw slightly clenched at what Gordon did.
Gordon chuckles, "Well, it's not everyday you meet a strong, beautiful hunter that can take on a nest all by herself."
Isabeau smiles in amusement at Gordon's flirting, but nods to accept the compliment and to not seem rude.
Sam and Dean shift in their spots. One of Sam's hands places itself on the back of her neck, under her hair. While Dean's hand moves down, sliding itself in her back pocket, slightly squeezing her ass. Isabeau faintly smirks at the boys actions; they were such alpha males, protecting what was theirs.
Sam clears his throat, "So, um, so those two vampires, they were yours, huh?"
"Yep. Been here two weeks." Gordon confirms.
"Did you check out that Barker farm?" Dean asks.
"It's a bust. Just a bunch of hippie freaks. Though they could kill you with that patchouli smell alone."
"Where's the nest, then?"
Gordon smiles to himself, holding back a laugh, "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 for over a year. I killed a fang back in Austin, tracked the nest all the way up here. I'll finish it."
Isabeau crosses her arms, "We could help."
Gordon smiles at her, "Thanks sweetness," Isabeau raises a brow at the nickname. "I know you could probably handle it all on your own, but uh, I'm kind of a go-it-alone type of guy."
Dean steps a little closer to Isabeau, "Come on, man, I"ve been itching for a hunt." He tells Gordon.
"Sorry. But hey, I hear there's a Chupacabra two states over. You go ahead and knock yourselves out." Gordon says before getting in his car, "It was real good meeting you, though. I'll buy you a drink on the flip side." Gordon winks at Isabeau before driving off.
Isabeau smirks as Dean's grip tightens and Sam shifts closer. The three of them stare at Gordon's car driving off. Yeah, they weren't letting him go alone.
A man is sitting in the quiet mill, alone. He hears a noise, and starts investigating, looking everywhere. He goes up to the roof, and pulls out a crowbar.
A crow flies at his head, startling him. He relaxes, then turns around to find Gordon attacking him with a machete. The man doges Gordon's attack and he extends his fangs.
They struggle near an electric saw. The vampire turns it on, pinning Gordon down below it, nearly decapitating him until Sam and Isabeau pull him to safety.
Dean grabs a pole off from the side and attacks the vampire. He takes the pole and stabs him, getting him pinned under the electric saw. He punches the vampire a couple of times and lowers the saw, decapitating him and he's sprayed with blood.
Dean turns to the three of them and Gordon smiles at Dean, "So uh, I guess I gotta buy you that drink."
Sam and Isabeau stare at Dean, stunned.
The four head back to the bar where they first met. Gordon, Dean, Isabeau and Sam are sitting around a table in the bar. A waitress brings them another round, and Dean reaches for his wallet.
"No, no, I got it." Gordon stops him.
"Come on." Dean counters.
Gordon holds his finger up to Dean, "I insist." He pulls out some cash and hands it to the waitress, "Thank you, sweetie."
Isabeau leans back in her chair, crossing her legs, staring at Gordon. He was weird to Isabeau, something just wasn't sitting right with her.
Gordon raises his shot glass, "Another one bites the dust."
Dean lifts up his own shot glass, "That's right." Dean and Gordon clink their glasses, and drink to Gordon's toast. Sam is sitting back, arms folded. Isabeau just watches Dean and Gordon, sipping on her own beer.
Gordon sighs, placing his now empty shot glass on the table, "Dean." He laughs, "You gave that big-ass fang one hell of a haircut, my friend."
"Thank you." Dean says.
Gordon shakes his head, "That was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful."
Dean smiles, lifting up his beer, "Yep." He glances over at Sam and Isabeau, noticing that they've been silent, "You all right, Sammy? Beau?"
"I'm fine." Sam says.
"Peachy." Isabeau whispers. Dean glances at Isabeau. She doesn't look at Dean, but instead still keeps her eyes on Gordon.
"Well, lighten up a little, Sammy." Gordon smiles.
Sam juts his head toward Dean, "He's the only one who gets to call me that."
Gordon looks back and forth between the two brothers, "Okay. No offense meant. Just celebrating a little. Job well done."
"Right. Well, decapitations aren't my idea of a good time, I guess." Sam says.
Gordon hums at Sam and then nods at Isabeau, "What about you, Beau? I'd think you'd be jumping for joy at a kill."
Isabeau snorts, "Well, first off, they…" Isabeau points to Sam and Dean, "Only get to call me Beau. And usually when I get a kill I'm… not jumping for joy." Isabeau brings her drink to her lips. Usually when it came to hunting, it was more like washing the blood out of hair and clothes so it doesn't stain them red.
Gordon smiles at her and then addresses Sam, "Oh, come one, man, it's not like it was human. You've gotta have a little more fun with your job."
Isabeau glances up over the top of her drink at Gordon. Not human, huh? Good thing she hasn't used any of her powers.
Sam glances at Isabeau, picking up what Gordon meant. If it wasn't human; hunt it and kill it. That rule didn't apply to Sam and Dean. Hell, they were dating someone who wasn't human.
Dean gets the implication as well. Not only did he not like Isabeau being near Gordon just from the fact he was flirting with her, but also that he could possibly be a threat to her. But, as long as the three of them didn't say anything to Gordon, everything should be fine.
Dean snaps his fingers at Gordon, "See? That's what I've been trying to tell him. You could learn a thing or two from this guy."
Sam looks back and forth between Dean and Gordon, "Yeah I bet I could. Look, I'm not gonna bring you guys down. I'm just gonna go back to the motel."
Dean sets his beer down, rubbing his face, not believing what his brother was doing, "You sure?"
"Yeah." Sam gets up from his seat, giving Isabeau a look before walking away. 'Come with me.' Is what Sam was saying. He didn't want to leave the bar alone.
"Sammy?" Dean calls out, jingling his keys and Sam turns around, "Remind me to beat that buzzkill out of you later, all right?" Dean says and he tosses Sam the keys.
Sam catches the keys, but doesn't leave, staring at Isabeau.
Isabeau clears her throat, setting down her drink, "If you'll excuse me. I'm gonna head out with Sam."
Dean stares at her as Isabeau stands up from her seat, "You sure, sweetheart?"
Isabeau softly smiles at him, "I'm sure. You two have fun."
Isabeau grabs a fistful of the front of Dean's shirt and parts his lips with her own. Dean smirks into the kiss, his hand moving to smack her ass.
Isabeau squeaks in surprise, pulling away from him, "Dirty move, Dearie." She looks over at Gordon, who was watching the two with interest, "See ya around, Gordon."
She turns back to Dean, "You're gonna get it later." Dean gives her a look, taking a drink.
Isabeau chuckles, making her way over to Sam. Sam smiles, happy that she decided to come along with him. He wraps his arm around her waist and leans down to kiss her.
Gordon raises a brow, and looks over at Dean, expecting him to be fuming with anger. But he was met with Dean smiling at the two as they left.
"You're brother is kissing your girl and you're okay with it?" Gordon asks, confused.
Dean turns to him and shrugs, "It's uh, complicated. We have a… arrangement." Dean says cautiously, not knowing if Gordon would say anything offensive about their relationship. Dean didn't want to outright say that both him and his brother were in a committed relationship with Isabeau. He didn't trust Gordon enough with that kind of information.
Gordon raises his arms in defense, "Hey man, it's none of my business. But I do have to say… you and your brother got one of the best hunters out there. I mean, damn, beautiful and she can take out a nest like that." Gordon snaps his fingers.
"If I knew she was your girl, I wouldn't have flirted with her earlier, man." Gordon apologizes.
Dean nods, not saying anything.
Gordon clears his throat, "But your brother, was it something I said?"
Dean shakes his head, "Nah, nah, he just gets that way sometimes. Tell you what. Match you quarters for the next round."
Isabeau and Sam return to the motel room. Isabeau opens the door, entering the motel room, sighing as Sam shrugs off his jacket and closes the door behind them.
Sam places his jacket off to the side and goes over to drop the keys on a hook. He looks over, watching Isabeau shrug off her own jacket, and throwing it off to the side. She takes off her plaid flannel as well, tying it around her waist, revealing the majority of her tattoos as some were covered by the sleeves of her t-shirt.
Sam smiles softly, walking over to her and wrapping his arms around from behind her. Isabeau smiles, placing her hands on top of Sam's, "Hey there, Stretch."
Isabeau chuckles softly, feeling his chest vibrate against her back at his humming, "You know, I think you should call Ellen. Ask about Gordon." She suggests.
Sam pushes back some of Isabeau's hair behind her ear, "You got that weird feeling too, huh?"
Isabeau hums in agreement, turning around in Sam's arm, "Yeah, just something off about him. I can't place my finger on it."
Sam nods, "I'll give her a call."
"So…" Dean starts with a smile, "I pick up this crossbow. And I hit that ugly sucker with a silver-tipped arrow right in his heart. Sammy's waiting in the car, and uh, me and my dad take the thing into the woods, burn it to a crisp. I'm sitting there and looking into the fire, and I'm thinking to myself, I'm sixteen years old. Most kids my age are worried about pimples, prom dates. I'm seeing things that they'll never even know. Never even dream of. So right then, I just sort of -"
"Embraced the life?" Gordon suggests with a knowing smile.
Dean nods, "Yeah."
Gordon nods as well, "Yeah."
"Yeah. How'd you get started?" Dean picks up his beer, leaning back into his seat.
Gordon chuckles, "First time I saw a vampire, I was barely eighteen. Home alone with my sister. I hear the window break in her room. I grab my dad's gun, run in, try to get it off her. Too late. So, I shoot the damn thing. Which of course is about as useful as snapping it with a rubber band. It rushes me, picks me up, flings me across the room, knocks me out cold. When I wake up, the vampire's gone, my sister's gone."
"And then?" Dean asks.
"Then... try explaining that one to your family. So I left home. And then bummed around looking for information: how you track 'em, how you kill 'em. And I found that fang - it was my first kill." Gordon explains.
Dean raises his beer in condolence, "Sorry about your sister."
Gordon nods, "Yeah. She was beautiful. I can still see her, you know? The way she was. But hey, that was a long time ago. I mean, your dad. It's gotta be rough."
Dean weakly smiles, "Yeah. Yeah, you know. He was just one of those guys. Took some terrible beatings, just kept coming. So you're always thinking to yourself, he's indestructible. He'll always be around, nothing can kill my dad. Then just like that..."
He snaps his fingers, "He's gone. I can't talk about this to Sammy. You know, I gotta keep my game face on." He clears throat, "But, uh, the truth is I'm not handling it very well. Feel like I have this-"
"Hole inside you?" Gordon suggests, "And it just gets bigger and bigger and darker and darker? Good. You can use it. Keeps you hungry. Trust me. There's plenty out there needs killing, and this'll help you do it. Dean, it's not a crime to need your job."
Gordon then pauses, "Though I'm curious about Isabeau. Seems like she keeps you two in line. How did you come to know her?"
Dean smiles to himself for a second, "Isabeau's the best, man. She's really the only one that I can let my walls fall, you know? She doesn't even need to say anything, she just gives you this look and then you want to tell her everything. You don't have to put up this facade in front of her. You feel free."
Gordon smiles, "Sounds nice."
Dean chuckles, "It is… The three of us have been childhood friends. She's only a year older than Sammy, but she can kick both of our asses any day of the week."
Gordon laughs along with Dean, "I haven't seen her in action, but from what I heard, she's good. One of the best hunters out there… How did she get into hunting anyway? Never heard how she got started."
Dean shrugs, "Raised into it. Just like us. Her parents are both hunters, technically retired, but they pick up hunts if needed." Dean doesn't mention the fact that Isabeau practically hunts her own kind.
Gordon furrows his brow, "So no death in the family? That's usually how people get into hunting."
Dean shakes his head and Gordon hums at the information, "Interesting."
"What?"
"Just… makes you think. She has no real reason to be hunting besides the fact that both of her parents are hunters. She could've lived a normal life. I'm just wondering… what made her want to hunt in the first place?" Gordon asks.
Dean says nothing, taking a drink of his beer. He knew the answer to Gordon's question. Isabeau was a supernatural hybrid, she couldn't avoid the life if she even tried. It was hunt or be hunted.
Sam sits on the edge of one of the motel beds as Isabeau paces the room, swinging her rosary around. The phone rings a couple of times before someone answers, "Harvelle's Roadhouse." Ellen's voice answers.
"Hey, Ellen, uh, Sam Winchester." Sam says into the phone.
Ellen smiles, "Sam, it's good to hear from you. You boys and Isabeau are okay, aren't you?"
Sam nods, "Yeah. Yeah, everything's fine. Got a question."
"Yeah, shoot."
"You ever run across a guy named Gordon Walker?" Sam asks.
"Yeah, I know Gordon."
"And?"
"Well, he's a real good hunter. Why are you asking, sweetie?" Ellen asks, curious.
Sam sighs, "Well, we ran into him on a job and we're kinda working with him, I guess."
Ellen's face falls, "Don't do that, Sam."
Sam furrows his brow in confusion, "I - I thought you said he was a good hunter."
"Yeah, and Hannibal Lecter's a good psychiatrist. Look, he is dangerous to everyone and everything around him. If he's working on a job, you boys just let him handle it and you move on."
Sam shakes his head, "Ellen -"
"No, Sam, you just listen to what I'm telling you, okay?"
Sam nods, "Right, okay."
Ellen sighs, "Oh and Sam."
"Yeah?"
"Get Isabeau out of there. The second Gordon finds out what she is, he's gonna come after her. And he will not hear you or Dean out. He will kill her." Ellen warns Sam.
Sam glances up at Isabeau in fear. Isabeau stares back at him, having heard everything the Ellen said.
"You got it." Sam confirms.
"Know why I love this life?" Gordon asks Dean.
Dean hums, "Hmm?"
Gordon nods, "It's all black and white. There's no maybe. You find the bad thing, kill it. See, most people spend their lives in shades of gray. Is this right? Is that wrong? Not us."
"Not sure Sammy would agree with you, but uh…" Dean says, taking a drink of his beer.
"Doesn't seem like your brother's much like us."
Dean stares at him, startled by his words.
"I'm not saying he's wrong. Just different. But you and me? Isabeau? We were born to do this. It's in our blood." Gordon explains, taking a sip of his own beer.
Dean looks thoughtful at Gordon.
Isabeau leans against the vending machine outside of the motel as Sam buys a soda from a vending machine, "So, what? We pull Dean away from Gordon and high tail it out of here?" Isabeau asks.
Sam nods, "Yeah, don't want to take the chance, Beau. If Ellen said was true, then I don't want to take any risks if he finds out what you are."
Isabeau nods at him as he grabs his soda and the two start walking back to the room.
Sam pauses, thinking that he heard something. Isabeau furrows her brow, thinking she heard something too. Isabeau glances around not seeing anything as Sam opens his soda. She pats his arm, signaling that she doesn't see anyone.
Once he takes a sip of his soda, his free hand holds onto Isabeau's and they continue walking back to the room. Isabeau cautiously opens the door, looking around.
They get inside and lean against the door, relieved. Isabeau chuckles as Sam sighs, "I think we're losing it." Isabeau jokes, letting go of Sam's hand, grabbing his soda and walking into the room, placing the drink on the table.
Suddenly a dark figure jumps her from behind. "Isabeau!" Sam screams out moving to help, but another figure jumps on him as well.
Sam knocks his first attacker down, punching him in the face as Isabeau does the same to her attacker, the two of them taking swings at each other. A third attacker comes up behind Sam, but Sam punches him before he could attack.
Sam's first attacker rises up behind him and slams a heavy telephone into the back of his head, knocking him out.
Isabeau's attention is drawn away from her attacker, "Sam!" She screams out as her attacker, grabs her arms, twisting them behind her back. Isabeau yelps in pain.
The one who attacked Sam, comes up to her with the heavy telephone as the other attacker holds her in place.
"Night, night, sweetheart." He says before slamming the telephone into the back of her head, knocking her out as well.