November 21st - November 24th, 2007
We had stumbled upon a case of disappearances and murders, with all the signs of vampires being involved.
While we were driving to our motel, Sam and Dean were going over their master plan to catch the vampires who were responsible for the murders. I listened for a bit but got bored and decided to look out of the window at the passing cars. After a few moments, I began to fall asleep.
Then someone snapped their finger. "Are you paying attention?" Dean asked.
"What?" I asked as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.
"Are you paying attention?" he asked again.
"For what? I'm just going to be waiting for you in the motel anyway." I shrugged.
"Not this time," Dean said.
"Seriously?" I asked, surprised.
Dean nodded. "We could use your help."
I furrowed my brow. "Really?"
"Hey, you asked me to teach you, right?" He looked at me in the rear-view mirror.
"Uh, yeah," I answered hesitantly.
"Then stop asking so many questions and listen to the plan," he said.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
He quickly answered his phone before I could reply. "Hello?" he asked. (...) "Bela?"
Apparently, Bela had called to thank us for saving her, and for whatever reason, she was interested in the case we were working on. She seemed to be surprised to hear that we were tracking vampires and wondered where we were.
It didn't take long to find a vampire we thought could be involved, and we chased her through a dark alley until we found a man bleeding out. We quickly ran over to him and realized he had been bitten in the neck.
Sam crouched down next to him. "Hey, hey. Don't worry. We're gonna call you some help, okay?"
"Where is she? Where'd she go?!" Dean shouted.
The man gestured further down the alley, and Dean ran off. I stayed behind with Sam and the man. Sam called the police and waited until they said they were on the way.
Then we ran down the alley to see Dean standing there with a woman attached to his neck. She dropped to the ground only a moment later, unconscious.
"Woo!" Dean shouted happily as he held a syringe of dead man's blood down to his side.
Sam and I ran up to him, both with concern on our faces.
"What?" Dean asked.
Sam raised his eyebrows. "Cutting it a little close, don't you think?"
Dean shrugged. "Uh... that's just chum in the water. Worked, didn't it?"
Sam and I shared a look of concern.
Dean looked down at his arm, where he now had a large cut. "Ow."
We had found an old, dingy, broken-down motel and brought the vampire there. While she was tied up to a chair in the middle of the room, still unconscious, we lined the windows with old mattresses and anything else that would block anyone from seeing in.
We waited for a while until she finally came to and started looking around the room, completely terrified.
Dean leaned in over her. "You with us?"
She snapped into reality and started tugging at her ties.
Dean stood up. "Oh, yeah, sorry." He winked at her. "You're not going anywhere."
"Where's your nest?" Sam asked.
She gave Sam a look of confusion and fear. "What?"
"Your nest... where you and your bloodsucking pals hang out," Dean said.
"I don't know what you're talking about." The vampire cried.
Sam and Dean rolled their eyes, but something felt off to me. Either she was a really good actress, or she really didn't know what was going on.
"Please! I don't feel good," she whined.
"Yeah, well..." Dean pulled out another needle from his bag. "You're gonna feel a hell of a lot worse if we give you another shot of dead man's blood."
She started struggling with her ties again. "Just let me go."
Sam chuckled. "Yeah, you know we can't do that."
"I'm telling you the truth. I'm just... I took something. I'm freaking out! I don't know what's going on!" she shouted.
Sam crouched down next to her, now with a look of concern on his face. "You took something?"
"Yes!" She cried. "I can't... come down. I just want to come down."
"What's your name?" Sam asked calmly.
"Lucy. Please. Just let me go," she begged.
"All right, Lucy, how about this? If you tell us what happened, we'll let you go," Sam said.
"You will?" Lucy asked and then looked at Dean, who shot her a completely insincere smile and nodded. She nodded and then thought for a second. "Uh, I don't really... um, it's— it's not that clear. I was at Spider."
"Spider?" Sam asked.
Lucy nodded. "The club, on Jefferson. And there was this guy... he was buying me drinks."
"This guy... what's he look like?" Sam asked.
Lucy thought for a second. "He was old, like thirty. He had brown hair, a leather jacket... uh, Deacon or Dixon or something. Said he was a dealer... he had something for me."
"Something?" Dean asked.
Lucy nodded. "Something new. 'Better than anything you've ever tried.' He put a few drops in my drink."
"Was the drug red and thick?" Dean asked.
She nodded, and then Dean shot Sam and me a look.
"Well, genius move there," Dean said, sarcastically. "That was vampire blood he dosed you with."
"What?" she asked, shocked.
Dean nodded. "Yeah, you just took a big steamin' shot of the nastiest virus out there."
"You're crazy!" Lucy shouted, "He gave me roofies or something! No..." She looked over at Sam and continued telling her story to him. "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 get so hungry."
"So, you busted out?" Sam asked.
Lucy nodded. "But it won't wear off... whatever he gave me."
"Lights are too bright? Sunshine hurt your skin?" Dean asked.
"Yeah..." She nodded. "And smells. And I can... hear blood pumping!"
"Well, I hate to tell you this, sweetheart, but your blood's never pumping again," Dean said.
Lucy shook her head. "Not mine... yours. I can hear a heart beating from half a block away. I just want it to stop."
I could see the sympathy in Sam's eyes as she looked over at him again.
Dean leaned in next to her. "All right, listen, Wavy Gravy. It's not going to stop. You've already killed two people, almost three."
Lucy started crying. "No, I couldn't. No! I was hallucinating!"
"You killed them, all right?" Dean asked. "We've been following a sloppy trail of corpses, and it leads straight to you."
Lucy shook her head. "No. No, it wasn't real! It was the drug! Please! Please, you have to help me!"
Sam nodded at Dean and me to leave the room for a minute, and we all turned to walk out.
"No, no," Lucy pleaded.
When we walked into the next room, Sam shook his head and sighed. "Poor girl."
Dean shrugged. "We don't have a choice.
Sam sighed and shook his head. Dean walked back into the other room with his machete, leaving Sam and me behind.
"No... please!" Lucy cried, but then she screamed, and there was a loud thump.
We went to Spider and found out that more women had gone missing. Unfortunately, we didn't find enough information for Dean, and he felt like going there had been useless, so we left.
Dean shook his head. "That was a big, fat waste of time."
"Look, three blondes have gone missing, including Lucy, all last sighted here. I'm telling you, Dean, this is the hunting ground," Sam said.
Then something caught Dean's eye. "Hey."
Sam and I looked off in the direction Dean had gestured and spotted a man with his arm around a blonde woman's shoulders.
We followed them into an alley, and as the man raised a dropper of blood above the girl's mouth as she stood there with her tongue out, Dean punched him in the face.
Sam pulled the girl away and shoved her toward the entrance of the alley. "Get out of here. Go! Go!"
The girl ran off, and the vampire hurled Dean into a brick wall and took off in another direction.
"Dean!" Sam shouted.
Sam and I ran over and helped Dean up.
Dean groaned and got up. "I'm good. Come on."
As we turned the corner of the alley, we spotted two unpleasant yet familiar faces walking out of the dark toward us. As Kubrik and Gordon raised their guns, we dove behind some cars. They started shooting, and windows started exploding. We managed to avoid getting hit and then crouched down behind a wall, panting.
"All right, you two run. I'll draw them off," Dean whispered to Sam and me.
"What?! No, you're crazy!" Sam protested.
"Keep her safe," Dean said and then darted out from hiding, and gunshots started up again.
"Go. Go." Sam urged me to run. "I'll be right behind you. No matter what happens, keep running, and don't look back."
I nodded, and then Sam and I took off down the alley as the shots continued. Sam helped me climb through some windows, and we eventually made it to safety.
Sam and I made it back to the broken-down motel and paced around, waiting for Dean to turn up. About an hour later, the door swung open, and Dean walked in.
"There you are!" Sam shouted.
"We've been freaking out. What the hell, Dean?" I asked angrily.
Dean shrugged, looking completely unconcerned. "Yeah. Sorry, I stopped for a slice."
"Nice move, you pulled back there, Dean, running right at the weapons!" Sam shouted.
"Well, what can I say? I'm a bad-ass." Dean shrugged again. "So, I guess Gordon's out of jail."
Sam nodded. "Uh, yeah, I guess so."
"What is with this guy?" I put my hands up in frustration. "I mean what the fu—"
Dean pointed at me. "Hey!" he shouted, cutting me off. "Even though I agree, watch the language."
"How the hell did he know where to find us?" Sam asked.
A look of realization crossed Dean's face. "That bitch." He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. (...) "Hi, Bela." (...) "Question for you. When you called me yesterday, it wasn't to thank me for saving your ass, was it?" (...) "Excuse me?" (...) He raised his voice in anger. "I don't know, maybe pick up the phone and tell us that a raging psychopath was dropping by?!" (...) "He tried to kill us!" (...) "There were two of them." (...) "Bela, if we make it out of this alive, the first thing I'm gonna do is kill you." (...) "Listen to my voice and tell me if I'm serious." He hung up and shook his head.
Dean pulled out his machete, sat down, and started sharpening it. Sam and I sat down with him.
"That vampire's still out there, Dean," Sam said.
"First things first," Dean said.
Sam nodded. "Gordon."
"About that," Dean said, "When we find him, or if he finds us... well, I'm just saying he's not leaving us a whole lot of options." He looked at Sam and me, anxiously awaiting our responses.
Sam nodded. "Yeah, I know. We've got to kill him."
I put my hand up. "I one-hundred percent agree."
"Really? Just like that? I thought you two would have been like... 'no, we can't, he's human, it's wrong,'" Dean said, mockingly.
Sam shrugged. "No, I'm done. I mean, Gordon's not gonna stop until we're dead... or 'til he is."
I nodded in agreement.
Ring! Ring!
Dean looked at his phone and groaned before answering it, "What?!" (...) "You're a hundred miles away. How the hell did you—" (...) "And?" (...) "Thanks." He pulled the phone away and hung up, with worry in his eyes.
"What was that about?" Sam asked.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Apparently, Bela doesn't want us holding a grudge, so she found out where Gordon is for us."
"How?" I asked.
"Spirit Board. I guess he's holed up in some riverfront warehouse," Dean said as he put his phone back into his pocket.
"Then why did you look so worried?" Sam asked.
Dean shrugged. "She just said the spirits warned us to stay away from Gordon."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, well, that's reassuring."
Sam and Dean both had their guns drawn as we made our way down the stairs of the warehouse. Halfway down, we realized we had just stumbled onto an extremely gory scene.
The vampire who had been drugging women was knelt in front of two headless women who were hanging by their arms.
Dean indicated for Sam to watch his back when he spotted a large knife on a table. He crept over to it and grabbed it.
As he stepped forward with the knife ready to decapitate the vampire, the vampire spoke, "Go ahead... do it. Kill me," he said through tears.
"What happened here?" Sam asked.
"Gordon Walker." He shook his head. "I never should have brought a hunter here." He stood up and faced us. "Never. I just— I just wanted some kind of revenge. Stupid... exposing him to my family."
"Oh, yeah, you're such a family man," Dean said sarcastically.
The vampire sighed. "You don't understand."
Sam walked around the vampire, pointing his gun at the back of his head as he walked over to the decapitated women.
Dean shook his head. "I don't want to understand, you son of—"
"I was desperate!" the vampire yelled. "You ever felt desperate? I've lost everyone I ever loved. I'm staring down eternity alone. Can you think of a worse hell?"
"Well, there's Hell," Dean said with a straight face.
"I wasn't thinking." The vampire shrugged. "I just... I didn't care anymore. Do you know what it's like when you just don't give a damn? It's like— It's like being dead already. So, just go ahead. Do it."
"Dean," Sam said ominously. "Heads weren't cut off... they were ripped off... with someone's bare hands." He looked at the vampire. "Dixon, what did you do to Gordon?"
Dixon started sobbing, and the three of us shared a look of fear and concern.
After taking care of Dixon, Dean and I went to search part of the city for Gordon while Sam checked the other half.
A few hours later and having no luck, we decided to go back to the motel room and found Sam already inside.
Dean took his jacket off and closed the door behind us. "Man, we must have checked three dozen motels, empty buildings, warehouses..."
Sam nodded. "Yeah, me too. Big city."
I sat down at the table with Sam after I took my coat off.
Dean walked over to the sink to wash his face. "It's like a giant haystack, and Gordon's a deadly needle. We're running out of daylight. Won't have the sun slowing him down."
Sam nodded. "Yeah, he'll be unstoppable." He looked over at Dean as he walked to the table. "Hey, uh, give me your phone."
"What for?" Dean asked.
Sam pulled the SIM card out of his cellphone. "Well, if Gordon knows our cell numbers, he can use the cell signal to track us down."
"Oh, yeah." Dean nodded and then handed Sam his phone. "Thanks."
Sam took the SIM card out of Dean's phone and then stomped on both of them.
Dean walked back to the window and peered out of the curtain. "Sammy, you stay here with Maddi."
"Why? Where are you going?" I asked, confused.
Dean pulled the colt out of his bag and checked it. "I'm going after Gordon."
Sam shook his head. "What?"
"You heard me," Dean said.
"Not alone, you're not," Sam said.
"Sam, I don't need you to sign me a permission slip, okay? He's after you, not me, and he's turbocharged." Dean shook his head. "I shouldn't have taken Maddi to search for him in the first place. I want you two staying out of harm's way. I'll take care of it."
"Are you crazy? You're gonna get yourself killed!" I shouted.
Dean shrugged. "Just another day at the office." He smirked. "It's a massively dangerous day at the office."
"So, you're the guy with nothing to lose now, huh?" Sam asked. "Oh, wait, let me guess. Because, uh— It's because you're already dead, right?"
Dean shrugged. "If the shoe fits."
"Ya know what, man? I'm sick and tired of your kamikaze trip," Sam said.
"Whoa, whoa, kamikaze?" Dean smirked. "I'm more like a ninja."
Sam shook his head. "That's not funny."
Dean shrugged. "It's a little funny."
"No. It's not," Sam said, straight-faced.
"What do you want me to do, Sam, huh?" Dean asked, "Sit around all day, writing sad poems about how I'm gonna die? Ya know what? I got one. Let's see, what rhymes with 'shut up, Sam'?"
"Dude, drop the attitude, Dean. Quit turning everything into a punchline. And you know something else?" Sam asked. "Stop trying to act like you're not afraid."
"I'm not!" Dean shouted.
I groaned and shook my head. "Dean..."
"You're lying," Sam said, "And you may as well drop it 'cause both of us can see right through you."
Dean shook his head. "You got no idea what you're talking about."
Sam nodded. "Yeah, I do. You're scared, Dean. You're scared because your year is running out, and you're still going to Hell, and you're freaked."
"And how do you know that?" Dean asked.
"Because I know you!" Sam shouted.
"Really?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, I've been following you around my entire life!" Sam shouted. "I mean, I've been looking up to you since I was four, Dean. Studying you, trying to be just like my big brother. So yeah, I know you. Better than anyone else in the entire world. And this is exactly how you act when you're terrified. And, I mean, I can't blame you. It's just—" He sighed.
"What?" Dean asked.
"I wish you would drop the show and be our brother again. 'Cause—" Sam's voice broke, and he shrugged. "Just 'cause."
Dean thought for a second and nodded. "All right, we'll hole up, cover our scent so he can't track us, and wait the night out here."
Sam went out to pick up new phones for him and Dean. He also grabbed a few other supplies that might prove useful for the night.
When he came back, we barricaded the room and lit some sage.
After a couple hours, night fell, and we were beyond bored.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
The three of us stared at Dean's phone, confused.
"You've had that phone two hours, Dean. Who'd you give the number to?" Sam asked irritated.
Dean looked at the phone, confused. "Nobody." He answered the phone, "Hello?" (...) "How'd you get this number?" (...) "Well, I guess you'll just have to find us, won't you." (...) "What's the matter, Gordo? You're not afraid of us, are you? We're just sitting here. Bring it on!" His smirk drifted away to concern. "Gordon, let the girl go." (...) "Gordon! Don't do this. You don't kill innocent people. You're still a hunter."
Gordon threatened to kill an innocent woman if we didn't go to him, so of course, we had to.
When we found the abandoned factory, we walked in and found the woman pretty quickly.
Sam removed the gag from her mouth. "Hey, we got you. Don't worry. We're gonna get you out of here." He untied her and helped her up.
The woman was sobbing and could barely walk, so Dean picked her up in his arms. He looked back at Sam and me. "Stay close."
We followed behind Dean and the woman closely, but as we hurried to leave the building, a mechanized door dropped down, cutting off Sam and me from Dean and the woman.
"Sam! Maddi!" Dean shouted.
The three of us kicked at the door, but to nobody's surprise, it had no effect.
"Dean!" Sam shouted.
"Damn it!" Dean yelled.
Sam hit the door one last time in frustration and then turned to me. "Stay close, okay?" He held his machete up.
I nodded. "I will."
"Be careful!" Dean shouted from behind the door.
Suddenly, the lights went out, and I grabbed the back of Sam's jacket.
As Sam led me around the factory, blind, he started calling out. "Gordon! You got me where you want me. Except you've got Maddison trapped here too. She's got nothing to do with this!"
"I'm right here, Sam," Gordon's voice echoed through the darkness. "And, uh, yeah, she wasn't part of the plan, but I can just use her to bring you more pain. We never really got along anyway."
Sam quickly turned, and I heard the machete whistle through the air as he struck nothing.
Gordon chuckled. "What's the matter, Sammy?"
"So, this is really the way you want to do it, huh?" Sam asked.
"Damn right I do," Gordon said.
Sam continued leading us through the room. My eyes almost hurt because of how dark it was.
"You have no idea what I faced to get here. I lost everything. My life. But it's worth it, 'cause I'm finally gonna kill the most dangerous thing I ever hunted. You're not human, Sam," Gordon said.
Sam scoffed. "Look who's talking."
"You're right. I'm a bloodthirsty killer," Gordon said.
"Don't talk about it like you don't have a choice," Sam said.
"I don't," Gordon said, ominously.
"Yes, you do, Gordon. You didn't kill that girl," Sam said.
"No, I didn't. I did something much, much worse." Gordon chuckled.
I could only imagine what that meant, and Dean was trapped with her.
"I got to hand it to you, Sam. You got a lot of people fooled. But see, I know the truth. I know what it's like. We're the same now, you and me. I know how it is walking around with something evil inside you. It's just too bad, you won't do the right thing and kill yourself. I'm gonna... as soon as I'm done with you. Two last good deeds... killing you and killing myself," Gordon said.
Sam had backed us up into a corner of the room. I was in the corner while he blocked me from the rest of the room.
Suddenly, Sam's jacket was ripped out of my hands, and a wall was sent crashing down. As the light exploded back into the room, I could finally see again. Sam and Gordon were fighting on the floor, and as Sam grabbed his machete, Gordon picked him up and sent him flying across the room.
Dean came running in, the colt pointing straight at Gordon, but Gordon knocked it out of Dean's hand and pinned him against the wall. I watched as Gordon put his head back and released his vampire teeth and sunk them into Dean's neck.
My heart pounded, and I thought quickly, looking around the room until I spotted a broken pipe lying on the ground.
I jumped through the broken wall and grabbed it. "Get off of him, douchebag!" I screamed and then hit him as hard as I could in the back of the neck, causing him to release Dean.
Gordon swung around with fury in his eyes.
"No!" Sam yelled as he got up.
Gordon growled, ripped the pipe out of my hands, sending it across the room, and then backhanded me across the face.
I dropped to the ground, and the room was fuzzy as pain pulsated through the left side of my face. The last thing I saw before everything went black was Sam tackling Gordon before he could attack me.
I woke up in the back of the Impala, with a flannel folded up under my head. It was light out, and the hood was popped open with Sam standing next to it. I grabbed my face, still feeling the pain pulse through me, but it was duller. I looked in the rear-view mirror and saw that I had a black eye, which was also bloodshot, and I had a cut on the bridge of my nose.
I groaned and opened the door, stepping out and walking up to the front of the Impala.
Dean was bent over, working on the car, but looked up and smiled. "Mornin' sleepy head. You've got a nice shiner there."
I smirked. "Thanks. That's what I was going for."
Sam laughed and pulled me into a side hug, rubbing my shoulder.
"So..." I said, "I'm assuming—"
"Yeah." They both nodded.
"You don't even know what I was going to say," I said.
"You were going to ask about Gordon," Sam said.
Dean nodded. "Sammy took him out with some razor wire."
I raised my eyebrows, not expecting to hear that, and Sam showed me his bandaged hands. I winced. "Ouch."
They both nodded.
"Oh, it was sweet, though." Dean smirked.
Sam shook his head and chuckled softly.
"So, what's going on with baby?" I asked.
"She's making a rattling sound," Dean said.
"Were you able to find out what was causing it?" Sam asked.
Dean shook his head. "Not yet. Give me a box wrench, would you?"
"Yeah." Sam nodded and handed him the wrench. "There you go."
"Thanks." Dean took it and then looked thoughtfully up at Sam.
"Wrong one?" Sam asked.
"No, no, no, come here for a second." Dean gestured for Sam to look at the engine with him.
"Yeah." Sam removed his arm from around my shoulders and leaned down under the hood with Dean.
I leaned against the car and peered under the hood so I could see what they were doing.
"This rattle could be a couple of things. I'm thinking it's an out-of-tune carb," Dean said.
Sam shrugged. "Okay."
"All right, see this thing?" Dean pointed. "It's a valve cover. Inside are all the parts that are on the head. Hand me that socket wrench."
Sam handed him the wrench.
Dean took it. "All right, you with me so far?"
Sam nodded. "Yeah, uh, valve cover, covers the heads."
"Very good. Now, this is your intake manifold, okay, and on top of it?" Dean asked.
Sam smiled, trying to remember. "It's, uh, uh—"
"A carburetor," I said.
Dean smirked and pointed at me. "A+ baby sis, but I'm confident you would know how to find your way around under here if you needed to... Sam, on the other hand." He shrugged.
Sam chuckled. "What's with the auto shop?"
Dean held the socket wrench up to Sam.
Sam looked taken aback. "What, you don't mean you want—"
Dean nodded. "Yeah, I do. You fix it."
Sam laughed. "Dean, you barely let me drive this thing."
Dean shrugged. "Well, it's time. You should know how to fix it. You're gonna need to know these things for the future."
Sam and Dean stared at each other for a moment.
"And besides, that's my job, right? Show my little brother the ropes?" Dean asked.
Sam nodded and took the wrench, then took Dean's spot under the hood.
Dean walked over and pulled a beer out of a cooler. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and watched Sam. "Put your shoulder into it."