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"Damn Em, did you leave any for the rest of us?" Dean asked walking into the kitchen.
"Nope." I mumbled taking in my last bite of cheesecake… the last bite of the entire cheesecake that Dean bought just yesterday.
"You ate an entire cheesecake in a day?!" He asked with wide eyes.
"Hey. When you uterus attempts suicide once a month then you can comment on my eating habits, till then- shut up." I replied with a smile. The word uterus made him cringe.
"Can you just. Not. Talk about it?" Sam asked sitting across the table from me.
"Hey. I'm just happy its trying to commit suicide and not trying to grow a bun in the oven." I said truthfully.
Its been almost 3 weeks since it happened, Dean bought like 10 pregnancy tests between that day and a few days ago when I finally started my period. Thank you Jesus for that!
"Yeah that makes two of us." Dean said sitting down with a piece of pie.
"So, I think I found us a case." Sam said.
"Will Baby be up and running for this one? Cause I don't think I can handle another minivan." I said quietly so Bobby wouldn't hear me.
"I heard that." Bobby stated from the living room. Dammit. I swear he's got the hearing of a bat.
"Sorry Bobby." I mumbled back giggling.
"Yeah she should be done tomorrow, gonna take her out for a test spin make sure nothings knocking around under the hood, make sure all my fluids are topped off, and wash her up real pretty. Then we can stock the trunk and get back to business." Dean said excitedly. Sam and I looked to each other and smiled.
"Alright well then sounds like its going to be a busy day, I'm going to get some sleep." Sam said getting up and walking over to kiss the top of my head.
"Night kiddo."
"Night Sammy."
"Hows the nightmares?" Dean asked me quietly. They've gotten better since my little breakdown, but I've still woken up screaming quite a few times, of course then I have two grown ass brothers barging in the room. I'm getting between 4 and 5 hours every night.
"I don't know… they still come and go. Just hard to sleep sometimes still."
"You need to crash in our room again?"
"Nah. If we're hitting the road soon I better soak up getting to hog a bed while I can." I smiled, Dean chuckled in return.
"Well you know where we'll be, if you need anything you come get me kiddo."
"Yes Dean." I said rolling my eyes. He jokingly pushed me a little before heading off to bed himself. I wasn't ready to try and sleep yet. Now that I'm back to feeling everything the nightmares are more intense. Less often, but scarier. This time I wake up in a panic and it doesn't just go away. I've had to make Dean or Sam sleep in my room a few times, Dean usually gets me calmed back down pretty quickly from the bad ones, but if its not a bad one Sam stays and lets me work through it on my own some. I'm getting better.
I decided if I was staying up I could at least sit with Bobby and see if he needs any help.
"Finding anything?" I asked.
"No… that damn demon hasn't left a breadcrumb anywhere that I can see. But you know I'll keep looking darling."
"I know Bobby. Thank you for everything these past weeks… we'd be lost without you ya know."
"You three are always welcome here, you know that. I'll always have a bed for you. One you don't have to share with those two smelly brothers of yours." He said grinning. I laughed.
"I hope I'm not keeping you up at night." I mumbled.
"Oh no, I can sleep through a tornado if I need to. I get sleep, I'm more worried about you getting sleep… not that I don't love these late night chats of ours but eventually you have to go to bed."
"I know… just trying to put them off a little longer ya know?"
"Yeah kid I do."
"Hey Bobby… can I ask you something."
"Anything."
"When the demon… when he possessed daddy, and everything went to hell. He said I was some sort of backup for Sam… do you know what that means? I asked Daddy before he… you know. But all he could say is that he hoped it didn't come down to me."
Bobby stared at me for a long minute, almost as if debating on his choice of words.
"I'll make you a deal… I'll tell you what I know. If you promise me that afterwards you'll get some sleep."
I rolled my eyes, "Okay. I promise."
"Well darling I don't know much. I know very little actually… I know Sam's got some sort of visions going on. I know that you are sensitive to things, situations and people. You've always been able to sort of sense a bad thing coming ya know?" As he spoke it I realized he was right. I never paid it much attention but I usually do get some sort of bad feelings right before something happens. "I believe those two are connected. Whatever happened that night to your mom… or that night when Sam was a baby. It's a mystery, but I know it left you both with a little something. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. But I know whatever it is, you two can handle it. You were raised right, you know whats good and whats bad. Your daddy never would tell me everything he knew. I wish I had more for you. But that's all I got."
"Thanks Bobby." I smiled hugging him.
"Now get to bed rascal." He demanded. I sighed and got up dragging my feet up the stairs. I went to lay down in my bed and used the extra pillow as a cuddle buddy, wrapping both arms around it. I quickly drifted off to sleep… but it was once again short lived.
*DREAM*
Its black. Pitch black. I feel like I'm spinning in circles. I can hear him. Daddy. He's yelling my name.
"Daddy!" I scream. Reaching my arms out hoping to find something solid to grab onto.
The spinning stops and I feel like I land on something hard with a thud, suddenly a bright white light is over me. I put my hand up to spare my eyes and stand, looking around again.
"Daddy! Daddy! Where are you?!" I asked frantically. His voice is still calling me.
I take off running, but my feet feel so heavy that I feel like I can barely move them. My lungs feel like their going to burst, my feet feel like they're coming down on needles with every step I take, but I just keep running.
I finally see him. Hes facing away from me.
"Daddy!" I said relieved running to him. He slowly turns to look at me, when he does I see the bright yellow in his eyes and freeze. He gives me an evil smile. Something cold. Something terrifying. I begin to run in the other direction, he is chasing after me.
I turn to look back when I feel myself smack into a wall. I lay on the ground looking up at what looks like a night sky, there are no stars. I close my eyes, but suddenly I feel something dripping onto my face. I go to wipe it off and notice the red liquid smearing between my thumb and index finger. I slowly turn to look up and he's standing above me. Eyes bright yellow, covered in blood. He reaches down for me and I scream.
"Em!" Somebody different yells into my ear.
I gasp for air and feel arms around me. I quickly realize I'm awake. My heart is racing and my clothes are sticking to me. I look up and see Dean. Poor Dean. Dammit… I've gone 3 days without waking him up. I thought maybe we were past this.
"Shit Dean… I'm sorry. I'm okay, just go back to bed." I said shakily. Trying to control my breathing.
"So how bad was this one" He simply asks, handing me a cool wash cloth, I took it and rubbed it on my face before setting it on the back of my neck.
"…Dad was possessed again. He was going to kill me." I whispered.
"Well its over now kiddo." He said reassuringly.
"I wish they were all over, I feel like I should be past this by now."
"Its just gonna take some time Em. Its been a pretty traumatic couple of months."
"Yeah but you and Sam aren't screaming in your sleep or waking up in panic attacks." I said matter of factly.
"No. But we both know the feeling of losing a parent already… we've been there. You were too young to go through it then. Besides, they aren't coming as often, I'm sure in a few weeks they'll be gone."
"I hope so… you should really go back to sleep De. Its only 2 in the morning." I said glancing at the clock.
"Okay, well I'm crashing in here then. Scooch."
He knows they won't come back if I'm not alone. I wanted to savor a bed to myself one last time but maybe getting back to our regular sleeping arrangements will get rid of these damn things and I can sleep again. I reached over and found the extra pillow I had been cuddling and handed it to Dean. He laid down flat on his back and I laid against his arm, we both fell back to sleep quickly.
"Whoo! Listen to her purr! Have you ever heard anything so sweet?" Dean said as he gassed it turning onto the main road. We just left Bobby's and Baby is back in the game.
"You know, if you two wanna get a room, just let me know, Dean." Sam said from the front seat. I giggled.
"Oh, don't listen to him, baby. He doesn't understand us."
"You're in a good mood." I laugh.
"Why shouldn't I be?"
"No reason."
"Got my car, got a case, things are looking up."
"Wow. Give you a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows and you're Mister Sunshine." Sam commented sarcastically, Dean just laughed.
"How far to Red Lodge?" Dean asked Sam.
"Uh, about another three hundred miles."
"Good." Dean said with a smile as he slammed on the gas and Baby purred along to ACDC on the radio. I had to smile myself. It felt good getting back out on the road. It was our normal. I was ready for some normal after the last couple of months. I was perfectly content in the backseat popping nerds into my mouth a few at a time- occasionally throwing one at Sam until Dean caught on and yelled about me dirtying the perfectly clean car. I went back to simply eating them.
We pulled into town and parked out by the sheriff's station.
"Okay boys am I in or out on this one?" I asked noting that they were changed into their fed suits.
"Out. Still too young to pull off being a fed Em." Dean said.
"I could probably pass for an intern?" I suggested.
"Just wait here, we'll be back in a few." Sam said. I sighed as I watched them walk in the doors.
The boys were back in about thirty minutes and we headed off to the morgue.
"Oh so I'm not old enough to pull this off at the sheriff's but you think I can pull it off for the morgue?!" I asked as we walked towards the double doors, we were all in white lab coats, the boys wearing the fed suit underneath and me in a black pencil skirt and blue blouse, stilettos to match.
"Oh shut up already. Just be thankful you got a new badge." Dean said referring to my "Intern" badge. This better mean I get to be more involved and stop having to sit in the damn car so much.
We walked into the morgue and noticed a medical examiner standing there, shit.
"John." Dean quickly said.
"Jeff." The man corrected.
"Jeff. I know that. Dr. Dworkin needs to see you in his office right away." Dean tried to smooth over.
"But Dr. Dworkin's on vacation." Shit again.
"Well, he's back. And he's pissed, and he's screaming for you, man, so if I were you I would haul ass." I said sounding sympathetic. The poor guy got a panicked look and took off, leaving us in the morgue by ourselves.
" Hey, those satanists in Florida, they marked their victims, didn't they?" Dean asked outloud.
"Yeah, reversed pentagram on the forehead." Sam answered.
"Yeah. So much fucked up crap happens in Florida."
"Then how come we never get to go and have a vacation?" I asked putting on a pair of latex glove and handing the box over to the boys who did the same. Neither of them bothered to answer me. Assholes.
"All right, open it." Dean said as he pulled out the decapitated body with a box sitting next to it.
"You open it." Sam said back. I laughed.
"Wuss." Dean muttered before picking up the box and setting it on a table and flipping off the lid, ewwwww.
"That. Is disgusting…" I mumbled barely able to look at the severed head. The last time I saw a severed head it didn't end well.
"Well, no pentagram." Dean said.
"Wow. Poor girl." Sam added.
"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."
"Yeah, here, go ahead."
"No, you go ahead."
I watched in amusement as they argued.
"What?"
"Put the lotion in the basket." Dean said quoting the damn movie.
"Right, yeah, I'm the wuss, huh? Whatever." Sam mumbles before putting his fingers in the girls mouth.
I slightly gag.
"Dean, get me a bucket?" Sam says.
"You find something?"
"No, I'm going to puke."
"I second that." I say watching him dig around and remove his hand.
"Wait, lift the lip up again?" I said suddenly.
"What? You want me to throw up, is that it?" Sam asks me.
"No, no, no, I think I saw something." He pulled the lip back up.
"What is that, a hole?" Dean asks noticing it as well, the then pressed on the gums around the hole and a sharp narrow tooth comes out. Oh my god! It's a vampire!
"It's a tooth." Sam said slightly confused.
"Sam, that's a fang. Retractable set of vampire fangs. You gotta be kidding me." I clarified.
"Well, this changes things."
"Ya think?" Dean added.
We quickly cleared out of the morgue before anyone actually did throw up and later that night headed to the bar to get some info. Vamps are night owls, if they're hanging out somewhere. This would be the place.
When we walked in I instantly notice someone eyeing us, but I don't make it obvious.
"How's it going?" Dean asked the bartender.
"Living the dream. What can I get for you?"
"Two beers, please."
"So, we're looking for some people." Sam mentions.
"Sure. Hard to be lonely."
"Yeah. But um, that's not what I meant." Sam said sliding him a fifty.
"Right. So these, these people, they would have moved here about six months ago, probably pretty rowdy, like to drink..." Sam went on, I noticed again we were being watched by the same guy. I nudged Dean. Without saying a word he knew exactly what I was trying to tell him. We had a way of communicating without having to give ourselves away. He nodded and we went back to paying attention to Sam and the bartender.
"Yeah, real night owls, you know? Sleep all day, party all night." I added with a smile.
"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."
"Thanks." I smile and we quickly walk out without even finishing our drinks. When we walk out the door I noticed the man again, he was waiting for us to come out. I instinctively grabbed Sams arm and followed him and Dean closely as we rounded a couple of corners in the alley way, luring the guy in.
We finally get around the right corner and Dean pushes me furthest away from the edge, I pull my knife and wait for the right moment. The guy comes around the corner and Sam and Dean both grab him and hold him against the wall, I quickly made my move and pushed the blade against his neck.
"Smile." Dean demanded.
"What?" The man asks.
"Show us those pearly whites." I said with a sweet smile.
"Oh, for the love of - you want to stick that thing someplace else? I'm not a vampire." He said looking at me, I must have made a face.
"Yeah, that's right. I heard you guys in there."
"What do you know about vampires?" Sam asked.
"How to kill them. Now seriously doll. That knife's making me itch."
He made a move forward and I shoved the knife in harder as Dean readjusted his grip.
"Whoa. Easy there, doll" He said as he reached up and pulled back his lips, proving he wasn't a vamp. I slowly dropped the knife.
"Don't call me doll." I said taking a step back.
"Now. Who the hell are you?" Dean asked him.
He had us follow him to his car, when we got there he opened the trunk to reveal a variety of weapons. Shit. This guy is a hunter.
"The Winchesters. 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 three fill 'em. Great trackers, good in a tight spot-"
"You seem to know a lot about our family." Dean quickly cut in.
"Word travels fast. You know how hunters talk."
"No, we don't, actually." I snarked.
"I guess there's a lot your dad never told you, huh?" He said speaking more to me then the boys… I didn't like this guy already.
"So, um, so those two vampires, they were yours, huh?" Sam asked.
"Yep. Been here two weeks."
"Did you check out that Barker farm?" Dean asked.
"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?"
"I got this one covered. Look, don't get me wrong. It's a real pleasure meetin' you fellas. But I've been on this thing over a year. I killed a fang back in Austin, tracked the nest all the way up here. I'll finish it."
"We could help." Dean quickly offered. What the fuck… I don't wanna help this asshole.
"Thanks, but uh, I'm kind of a go-it-alone type of guy."
"Gee I wonder why…" I mumbled to myself.
"Come on, man, I"ve been itching for a hunt." Dean said slightly jumping on his feet.
"Sorry. But hey, I hear there's a Chupacabra two states over. You go ahead and knock yourselves out." He smiled and got in the car. I really don't like this fucker.
"It was real good meeting you, though. I'll buy you a drink on the flip side." He said through the window before pulling away.
"Well onto the next one then." I said walking back to the impala.
"No. We're following him. Get in the car now." Dean said.
"What?! Why?" I quickly asked.
"Cause I get the feeling he's gonna need help now move." He pushed me towards the car. I groaned but kept walking.
We followed the man named Gordon to a mill not far from the bar. We watched as he stalked the man I'm guessing to be a vampire, we hung back, well until the dumbass nearly got himself killed. Sam quickly grabbed him as Dean brutally killed the vampire with a table saw… the look in his eyes when he did it was something I'd never seen before. It startled me. I exchanged a quick glance with Sam. He saw it too… That wasn't Dean, not my Dean anyways.
"So uh, I guess I gotta buy you that drink." Gordon mumbles. Dean looks up and has blood splattered all over his face.
We quickly went back to the motel so Dean could clean up. He jumped in the shower and left me and Sam in the main part of the room.
"Sammy…"
"Yeah kiddo?"
"I gotta bad feeling about this guy, and what the hell was that with Dean?"
"I don't know Em, just hang close to me tonight alright? I don't want you sitting next to Gordon or anything."
"Fine by me."
Dean quickly showered and we headed back to the bar to meet Gordon.
"Four beers please" Gordon said as the waitress walked up.
"Um actually make one of those a root beer, thanks." I interrupted and smiled at her. When she walked away I noticed Gordon looking at me funny.
"I'm only 16 dude." I said with an attitude. It earned me an elbow to the side from Dean, I glared at him.
The waitress quickly came back with our drinks.
"No, no, I got it." Gordon said as he pulled out cash to pay the waitress.
"Come on." Dean said.
"I insist…Thank you, sweetie." He said to the waitress as she walked off. He then raised his beer.
"Another one bites the dust." He said.
"That's right." Dean toasted him, Sam and I didn't play along, but neither of them seemed to notice.
"Dean. You gave that big-ass fang one hell of a haircut, my friend." Gordon laughed.
"Thank you." Dean smiled.
"That was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful." Who the hell is this guy? Since when is decapitation a beautiful thing. I mean seriously? I looked over to Sam and he looked as disgusted by it all as I did.
"Yep. You all right, Sammy?" Dean asked.
"I'm fine."
"Well, lighten up a little, Sammy."
"We're the only ones who gets to call him that." I quickly added.
"Okay. No offense meant doll. Just celebrating a little. Job well done."
"Don't call me doll." I said glaring at him. Dean nudged me with his foot getting my attention and giving me a "what the hell is up with you" look. I rolled my eyes at him and scooted my chair closer to Sam.
"Right. Well, decapitations aren't my idea of a good time, I guess." Sam said.
"Oh, come one, man, it's not like it was human. You've gotta have a little more fun with your job."
"See? That's what I've been trying to tell him. You could learn a thing or two from this guy." Dean said pointing at Gordon.
"Yeah I bet I could. Look, I'm not gonna bring you guys down. I'm just gonna go back to the motel. Em you coming?"
"You sure?" Dean asked him.
"Yeah. You coming kiddo?" As much as I wanted to get away form Gordon something about leaving Dean alone with the guy bothered me even more.
"No but I'm going to get something from the car before you leave, I'll be right back Dean." I said standing up and walking with Sam.
"Sammy? Remind me to beat that buzzkill out of you later, all right?" Dean said tossing Sam the keys.
When we get to the car Sam stops before getting in.
"You sure you don't wanna leave with me? I know you can't stand the guy either."
"Yeah but I don't wanna leave Dean alone with him… somethings off. I just wanna kinda observe for a while. I've got my phone so I'll call if I need a ride."
"Alright kiddo… don't hesistate. I'll fly back, and please. Don't be alone with the guy, I don't trust him."
"Oh that's not gonna be a problem."
I hugged Sam and walked back inside, when I was approaching I came in on a conversation about Dean's first kill.
"... So. I pick up this crossbow. And I hit that ugly sucker with a silver-tipped arrow right in his heart. Sammy and Em are 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 suggested as I sat back down.
"Yeah." Dean said.
"You sure you don't want a beer Em? One won't hurt you." Dean said turning to me. I looked at him shocked.
"Since when do you offer me beer?"
"Celebrations are special occasions. Most kids your age would jump on the offer." Gordon added as if it was any of his fucking business.
"You know I kinda swore off alcohol after my last drinking binge." I said coldy. Dean looked down at the table.
"I think I'm gonna shoot some pool." I said getting up and going to the closest pool table, so I could still eavesdrop. I racked and played slowly. Listening in on their conversation.
"Yeah. How'd you get started?" Dean asked Gordon.
"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?"
"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."
"Sorry about your sister." Dean said sincerely.
"Yeah. She was beautiful. I can still see her, you know? The way she was. But hey, that was a long time ago. Better watch out for that one there, she seems like a spitfire. A real looker too. Sometimes that gets someone in more trouble with our job… hows she adjusting to life being so young?"
How dare he ask about me. Why is Dean even talking to this ass wipe. He's obviously playing at something… I don't trust him for a second.
"Yeah. I worry about her… try to be on her ass 24/7 but hey- teenagers man. She walks in a room and I have to stare down every guy in a ten foot radius. She's a good kid, she really is. But she's so damn stubborn. Wants to do so much on her own, wants to push her limits, we've had some close calls and near misses, but she's a damn good hunter. Hell she was a better shot at 13 then me or you are now. I'd bet my life on it."
Part of me wanted to feel proud, but the other part was pissed Dean was talking about me to Gordon.
"So your dad. That's gotta be rough man…"
"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's gone. I can't talk about this to Sammy or Em. You know, I gotta keep my game face on. But, uh, the truth is I'm not handling it very well. Feel like I have this –"
"Hole inside you? 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."
Dean just nodded to him in response.
I felt ice run through my veins… but then it quickly turned to fire. How dare Gordon talk about my father- and what the hell was Dean doing talking to a stranger?! He won't talk to me or Sam… won't trust us with this, but he can tell it to Gordon of all people. I felt insane anger and jealousy. I was more than ready to leave.
I picked up my phone and called Sam… no answer. Shit.
I called again, and again. Nothing. Somethings wrong.
I reluctantly walked over to Dean.
"Sammy's not answering, somethings wrong. I'm calling a cab, we need to go. Now."
"Whoa whoa whoa… chill out kiddo." Dean said grabbing my arm as I spun to walk away.
"Dean did you just hear me?!"
"I'm sure he's just in the shower Em." Dean said to me as if it should be an obvious answer. I wanted to deck him.
"I can give you two a ride if you need." Gordon offered.
"No tha-" I started but was cut off by Dean.
"Yeah man I'd appreciate that, we can go sit in front of a map back at the motel and find this damn nest" Dean suggested. I rolled my eyes.
"Coming Doll?" Gordon said as he walked towards the door.
"Oh that is it…" I mumbled getting a running start towards him, but an arm quickly swung around my stomach and pulled me back.
"Hey! What the hell is your deal tonight kiddo? Chill out he's just being nice." Dean warned.
"Ugh! I can't even look at you right now Dean Winchester!" I huffed shoving his arm off of me and walking away.
"Me?! What the hell did I do?" I heard him ask from a distance as I stomped off. I quickly got in Gordons back seat and fumed the whole way back to the motel, when we got there I saw the impala. I quickly went in the door.
"Sam?! Sam.." I called looking around. Nothing. Oh no, where is he?! The last time he disappeared we all almost died.
Dean and Gordon sat at the table and pulled out a map as I stood at the open front door and called out for Sam.
"This is the best pattern I can establish. It's sketchy at best." Gordon says.
"Looks like it's all coming from this side of town. Which means the nest would be around here someplace, right?"
"Yep, that's what I'm thinking. Problem is, there's thirty-five, forty farms out there. I've searched about half of them already, but nothing yet. They're covering their tracks real good."
"Well, I guess we'll just have to search the other half."
"Dean are you gonna help me find our brother or are you gonna sit on your drunk ass all night?!" I snapped at him.
"Emily, that's enough. I'm sure he's fine. He probably went to grab a soda in the lobby or something."
"Dean I'm trying to tell you something is wrong!" I yelled.
"You're overreacting Em! You've had a stressful couple of months, your're on edge, just lay down and get some rest. Sam will be back by the time you wake up."
"Are you fucking kidding me right now?!"
"Car's parked outside. Probably went for a walk. Seems like the take-a-walk type." Gordon cut in.
"Oh who the fuck asked you!"
"EMILY! That's enough!" Dean yelled. We stared each other down and I opened my mouth to let the flood gates spill but then Sam stepped through the door.
"Sammy!" I said running to him and wrapping my arms around his waist.
"Where you been?" Dean asked him.
"Can I talk to you alone? You and Em." Sam said flatly.
"You mind chillin' out for a couple minutes?" Dean asked Gordon. He nodded and we walked out to the parking lot.
I kept my arm looped through Sam's. I was pissed at Dean and didn't want to walk near him, so I stayed on the opposite side. And when we stopped he moved to stand by me and I quickly switched sides again. He noticed and rolled his eyes.
"Dean, maybe we've got to rethink this hunt." Sam said.
"What are you talking about? Where were you?"
"In the nest."
"What?!" I asked quickly.
"You found it?" Dean asked right after me.
"They found me, man."
"How'd you get out? How many'd you kill?"
"None." Wait… what?
"Well Sam, they didn't just let you go."
"That's exactly what they did."
"All right, well, where is it?"
"I was blindfolded, I don't know."
"Well, you've got to know something." Dean pushed.
"He said he doesn't know Dean." I snapped earning another glare.
"I didn't ask you I asked Sam." He said back harshly.
"We went over that bridge outside of town, but Dean, listen. Maybe we shouldn't go after them."
"Why not?" Dean asked as if it was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard.
"I don't think they're like other vampires. I don't think they're killing people."
"You're joking. Then how do they stay alive? Or undead, or whatever the hell they are."
"The cattle mutilations. They said they live off of animal blood."
"And you believed them?" I asked sincerely.
"Look at me, Em. They let me go without a scratch."
"Wait, so you're saying... No, man, no way. I don't know why they let you go. I don't really care. We find 'em, we waste 'em." Dean said.
"Why?"
"What part of 'vampires' don't you understand, Sam? If it's supernatural, we kill it, end of story. That's our job."
"No, Dean, that is not our job. Our job is hunting evil. And if these things aren't killing people, they're not evil!" Sam fought back. I kinda wanna sway with Dean, but I'm pissed to I'm backing Sammy 100%.
"Of course they're killing people, that's what they do. They're all the same, Sam. They're not human, okay? We have to exterminate every last one of them."
"No, Dean, I don't think so, all right? Not this time."
"Gordon's been on those vamps for a year, man, he knows."
"Gordon?" I asked sharply.
"Yes."
"You're taking his word for it?" I can't believe this shit.
"That's right."
"You know Dean if I didn't know any better I'd say me and Sammy needed to get another room so you and Gordon could have some butt buddy time tonight." I said sarcastically folding my arms across my chest and stepping up to Dean.
"Hey! I don't know what crawled up your ass tonight but I suggest you remove it before I do! I'm sick of this fucking attitude Emily!" He stepped forward, I know I had seriously pissed him off but I could give two shits less at the moment.
"Okay okay! Knock it off!" Sam said stepping between us.
"Ellen says he's bad news Dean." Sam then said.
"You called Ellen?" Sam nodded.
"And I'm supposed to listen to her? We barely know her, Sam, no thanks, I'll go with Gordon."
"Right, 'cause Gordon's such an old friend. You don't think I can see what this is?" Sam starts to get pissed as well.
"What are you talking about?"
"He's a substitute for Dad, isn't he? A poor one."
"Shut up, Sam." Dean said coldly.
"He's not even close, Dean. Not on his best day."
"You know what? I'm not even going to talk about this." Dean said as he turned to walk away.
"You know, you slap on this big fake smile but I can see right through it, we both can. Because we know how you feel, Dean. Dad's dead. And he left a hole, and it hurts so bad you can't take it, but you can't just fill up that hole with whoever you want to. It's an insult to his memory!"
"Okay." Dean said too calmly… shit. I can see it coming already.
Suddenly Dean turns away again, but quickly comes back and punches Sam.
"Dean!" I yelled shoving him and putting a hand on Sam's back as he bent over gathering himself.
Sam stood back up straight.
"You hit me all you want. It won't change anything."
"I'm going to that nest. You don't want to tell me where it is, fine. I'll find it myself."
"Dean?" Sam called out but he was stalking off.
"Sammy are you okay?" I asked trying to get a look at his cheek. It didn't break skin but it was gonna be a nasty bruise.
"Yeah kiddo I'm fine… are you? Seems like you two have been having it out all night."
"… I just. Want this night to be over."
"Me too Em. Come one, lets catch up to him before he does something stupid."
"He's hanging around Gordon… he's already done something stupid."
Sam chuckled.
"Gordon?" Dean called as he walked in and noticed the room was empty.
"You think he went after them?" Sam asked.
"Probably."
"Dean, we have to stop him."
"Really, Sam? Because I say we lend a hand."
"Just give me the benefit of the doubt, would you? You owe me that." Sam said sternly. Dean looked at him for a second.
"Yeah, we'll see. I'll drive. Give me the keys."
"He snaked the keys." I said pointing to the table where they were laying when we left the room.
"I can't believe this. I just fixed her up, too." Dean groaned as he hotwired baby.
"Still a fan of your new friend there Dean?" I asked sweetly as I could manage.
"Shut up!" he said as the car started. We headed down the road.
"So the bridge, is that, uh, is that all you got?" Dean asked Sam.
"The bridge was four and a half minutes from their farm."
"How do you know?"
"I counted. They took a left out of the farm, then turned right onto a dirt road, followed that for two minutes slightly up a hill, then took another quick right and we hit the bridge."
"You're good. You're a monster pain in the ass, but you're good." Dean told him. The rest of the ride was silent.
It didn't take us long to get to the farm, when we walked in Gordon had a vamp tied up, torturing her.
"Sam, Dean, Doll. Come on in."
"Hey, Gordon. What's going on?" Dean asked.
"Just poisoning Lenore here with some dead man's blood. She's going to tell us where all her little friends are, aren't you? Wanna help?"
"Look, man –"
"Grab a knife. I was just about to start in on the fingers." He grabbed the knife and pulled it across the skin on her arms, I pulled my gun ready to blast his ass.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, let's all just chill out, huh?" Dean said talking more to Gordon than me.
"I'm completely chill." Gordon said.
"Gordon, put the knife down." Sam urged.
I took a few steps forward but Dean reached out a hand to stop me, I pushed it off.
"Sounds like it's Emily here who needs to chill."
"Just step away from her, all right?" Sam said calmly.
"You're right. I'm wasting my time here. This bitch will never talk. Might as well put her out of her misery." He pulled out a larger knife and held up to towards me.
"I just sharpened it, so it's completely humane." He said calmly as possible. This fucker is whacked out.
He turns toward Lenore and I quickly closed the space between me and Lenore, blocking his path.
"Emily what the hell!" Dean yelled.
"Gordon, I'm letting her go." I said viciously putting my gun in my waistband and reaching towards Lenore.
"You're not doing a damn thing." He said as he laid the large knife across my chest.
"Hey, hey, hey, Gordon, let's talk about this. Don't do anything rash here." Dean said as Sam pulled his gun and aimed it at Gordon.
"What's there to talk about? It's like I said, Dean. No shades of gray."
"Yeah. I hear ya. And I know how you feel."
"Do you?"
"That vampire that killed your sister deserved to die, but this one..."
Gordon interrupted Dean's statement with a loud laugh, still holding the knife against my chest.
"Killed my sister? 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."
"You did what?" Dean asked shocked.
"It wasn't my sister anymore, it wasn't human. I didn't blink. And neither would you."
I looked up to Dean. He looked back at me, and I could tell he suddenly felt guilty about this whole night… I mouthed to him "I'm sorry." He nodded his head, "me too" he mouthed.
"So you knew all along, then? You knew about the vampires, you knew they weren't killing anyone. You knew about the cattle. And you just didn't care." Sam said.
"Care about what? A nest of vampires suddenly acting nice? Taking a little time out from sucking innocent people? And we're supposed to buy that? Trust me. Doesn't change what they are. And I can prove it." Gordon grabbed me by the arm and sliced it, then he put the knife against my neck and held my arm out near Lenore's mouth.
Dean quickly pulled his gun and Sam made a step forward.
"Let her go. Now!" Dean said with a murderous tone I very rarely hear.
"Relax. If I wanted to kill her she'd already be on the floor. Just making a little point."
He lowered my arm and blood dripped onto Lenore's face, she hissed and her fangs extended out. I flinched and struggled against Gordon to pull my arm back.
"Hey!" Dean yelled.
"I said let her go! Or I'll kill you with my bare hands."
"You think she's so different? Still want to save her? Look at her. They're all the same. Evil, bloodthirsty."
Lenore quickly controlled herself.
"No. No." She weakly mumbled.
"You hear her, Gordon?" Sam said.
Sam took two steps forward and reached for me, I quickly grabbed his hand and Gordon dropped the knife, Sam pulled me away from him and shoved me behind him.
"We're done here." Sam said.
"Sam, get Lenore out of here. Emily stand behind me." Dean called.
"Yeah." Sam agreed. I immediately went towards Dean. I stood behind him and he wrapped an arm around his back, pushing me closer to him. Sam picked up and carried out Lenore.
"Gordon, I think you and I've got some things to talk about." Dean said with his gun still raised. Gordon took steps to follow Sam.
"Get out of my way." He said.
"Sorry."
"You're not serious."
"I'm having a hard time believing it too, but I know what I saw. If you want those vampires, you gotta go through me."
"And me." I added with a smirk.
Gordon nodded his head up and down, then he slammed his knife into the table, Dean responded by dropping his mag out of the gun and laying it on the table beside him.
"Emily don't get involved." Dean warned me before stepping forward to Gordon.
"What are you doing, man? You doing this for a fang? Come on, Dean, we're on the same side here."
"I don't think so, you sadistic bastard."
They begin to fight, things seem pretty evened out at first. Gordon throws Dean against the wall.
"You're not like your brother and sister. You're a killer. Like me." Gordon grumbled to him. I stood watching impatiently, ready to pounce at any second.
Dean kicks Gordon and he falls, Dean picked him up slamming him against the wall, then he elbowed him in the face knocking him cold for a second. He pinned him under the elbow and walked him over to the chair he had Lenore tied up in, he was sure to slam his head into any obstacle near by. I chuckled.
"You know, I might be like you, and I might not. But you're the one tied up right now." Dean said.
Dean walked back over towards me and took his gun off the table, putting it back into his waistband. I glared at Gordon with a smile on my face.
"Let me see the arm." Dean said.
I held it out, "Just a scratch. I'll be fine." I said never taking my eyes off of Gordon.
He glared right back at me. Neither of us breaking eye contact.
"Don't give him the satisfaction Em. He's not worth it, come on. Lets wait for Sam over here." Dean led me to the other end of the room where Gordon couldn't see us.
"I'm sorry kiddo…" Dean said as we both slid down and sat against the wall.
"Me too De."
"No no… you shouldn't be. You were right. Gordon was off, Sam was missing, I was just had my head up my ass I guess."
"Still I said some pretty fucked up things too." I said with a half smile.
"Yeah well we all know not to hold angry Emily's word against her by now." He smiled back.
"Dean. I heard you talking to Gordon… why can't you talk to me about Dad. I don't get it…"
Dean sighed.
"Kiddo, this has been so hard on you already. I didn't want to add more to your plate."
"Dean you're not adding anything to my plate. You do so much for me, and Sammy. The least we could do is be there for you when you need to talk. Its not like I'm going to think anything less of you… You're still going to be my pain in the ass big brother who could out stubborn a mule." I said with a grin.
He smiled sadly.
"I know kiddo."
"Did I miss anything?" Sam asked as he walked through the door an hour or so later.
"Nah, not much. Lenore get out okay?" Dean said walking over towards Gordon again, me and Sam followed.
"Yeah. All of 'em did." Sam said glaring at Gordon.
"Then I guess our work here is done. How you doin', Gordy? Gotta tinkle yet? All right. Well, get comfy. We'll call someone in two or three days, have them come out, untie you."
"Ready to go, Em?" Sam asked me.
"Almost…" I walked over towards Gordon. Dean got his fight in, but I never got mine.
I walked over and leaned down to where I was face to face with Gordon.
"I told you not to call me doll." I said with fake sympathy. I quickly reached back and punched him with enough force to knock him and the chair over to the floor.
"Okay. Now I'm good." I smiled walking back towards my two grinning brothers.
We were getting back to the car when Dean suddenly gets in a boxer stance.
"Sam? Clock me one." He says.
"What?"
"Come on. I won't even hit you back. Let's go."
"No."
"Let's go, you get a freebie. Hit me, come on."
"You look like you just went twelve rounds with a block of cement, Dean. I'll take a raincheck."
"I'll take it." I said before turning and punching Dean square in the nose with no warning.
"Ah! Shit!" He said leaning over letting the blood drip onto the ground.
"Well I almost feel bad…" I said.
"Yeah yeah yeah… get your ass in the car." He mumbled standing up and wiping his nose, it only bled for like 2 seconds. I didn't even hit that hard.
"Damn kiddo… remind me not to piss you off again." Dean said as we walked over to Baby.
"I wish we never took this job. It's jacked everything up." Dean continued.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked him.
"Think about all the hunts we went on, our whole lives."
"Okay.." I added confused.
"What if we killed things that didn't deserve killing? You know? I mean, the way Dad raised us..."
"Dean, after what happened to Mom, Dad did the best he could." Sam said.
"I know he did. But the man wasn't perfect. And the way he raised us, to hate those things; and man, I hate 'em. I do. When I killed that vampire at the mill I didn't even think about it; hell, I even enjoyed it."
"You didn't kill Lenore." I said.
"No, but every instinct told me to. I was gonna kill her. I was gonna kill 'em all."
"Yeah, Dean, but you didn't. And that's what matters." Sam said.
"Yeah. Well, 'cause you're a pain in my ass."
"Guess I might have to stick around to be a pain in the ass, then." Sam laughed.
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it. Besides even if I wasn't here you'd still have that pain in the ass back there." Sam said throwing something at me.
"Oh it is so on." I said reaching for my box of nerds.