Chapter 8

Morgan sat at the table with Dean, Sam and Morton. Dean and Morton are having drinks while she drank soda. Sam wasn't drinking anything.

"Another one bits the dust." Morton raises his shot glass with Dean and then took the shot. They both gulped it down and slammed it on the table. Sam wasn't drinking at all and I don't blame him. "Dean." Morton laughs. "You gave that big ass fang one hell of a haircut, my friend."

"That was absolutely beautiful." "Yep." Dean replies as he takes a drink of his beer. Dean noticed that Sam was just sitting there. "You all right Sammy?" "Yeah, fine." I look at Sam and I know he doesn't like the guy and I don't either.

I really want to tell them what I know about him, but I don't. "Lighten up a little Sammy." Morton tells him. Sam has that look on his face. "They're the only ones who get to call me that." He tells him. Morton looks at Dean. "Okay."

Morton goes on to say that the vampires aren't human and that you need to have some fun with the job. I look at Sam and then to Dean. Dean snaps his fingers. "I keep telling him that."

"I don't mean to bring you guys down, but I think I'm going to take Morgan and I back to the hotel. Sam finally speaks up. Dean rubs his eyes. "Are you sure?" Sam gets up and I get up after him. "Sammy, remind me to beat that buzz kill out of you later, all right?" Dean throws the keys to Sam and he catches them.

We get in the car and I'm about to get in the back when Sam tells me. "You can ride shotgun tonight." I sit in the passenger seat and buckle up. "Sam is he going to be all right getting back?" Sam smiles as he starts the Impala. "He'll be fine.

Once back at the motel. Sam puts the keys for the Impala on this cactus stand and takes off his jacket. Sam takes out his phone and punches in a number. "Hey Ellen, it's me Sam Winchester." "Yeah, yeah, everything's fine." "You ever cross paths with a guy name Gordon Walker?" I only hear one side of the conversation and that's. "We ran into him on a job and we're kind of working with him."

I know that he called Ellen at the Roadhouse and is asking about Gordon Walker and what she's telling him. "I thought you said he was a good hunter." She knows that Ellen is warning Dean about Gordon. "But, Ellen." I see Sam's face. "All right."

Sam goes out to get soft drinks from the machine close by. I was all alone in the room by myself. I didn't like it. I was relieved when he came back in with the two sodas. He closed the door and leaned back and took a breath.

I heard something behind me and then arms around me. I saw Sam fighting some men and then the last thing I saw was Sam being hit in the face with the phone and then everything went black.

I woke up in darkness until something was lifted off my head. Sam was behind me and I could hear his heavy breathing. I didn't know what was going on. I was gagged and tied to a chair with my back against Sam's. I turned my head to the side and saw her. She was the girl, who played Tara on Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but she wasn't Tara, she was actually a good vampire named Lenore.

"Step back Eli" She told the big guy. I couldn't see what was going on. I relied on what I knew of the episode. She walks over and takes the gags off us. "My names Lenore and we're not going to hurt you two." "We just need to talk." I can hear the confusion in Sam's voice. "Talk, yeah, okay." "But I might have a tough time paying attention too much besides Eli's teeth." Lenore had a soft voice.

"He won't hurt either of you, you have my word." I was about to tell him to trust her, but I stopped myself. "Your word? "Oh yeah, Great, thanks." He sounds angry. "Look lady you're not the first vampire I met." She replies in a soft voice. "We're not like the others."

"We don't kill humans and we don't drink their blood, we haven't for a long time." I finally speak up. "Sam, maybe she's right, at least listen to what she's telling us." Sam doesn't listen. "Is this some kind of joke?" She pipes in. "Notice you two are still alive."

I can hear Sam chuckle. "Correct me if I'm wrong here, aren't you two suppose to be starving to death?" Sam replies in a sarcastic tone. I give up. "We found other ways, cattle blood." "So you're telling us that you're responsible for all the cattle deaths?"

"It's disgusting, but we get by. " "No missing locals and no deaths and we can get by without having people like you hunt us." "We blend in.""Our kind is practically extinct." "Come to find out we weren't that high up the food chain as we imagined." Eli steps in, "Why are we explaining ourselves to these killers?" I jump in. I want to correct him, but I don't.

"We choke on cow's blood so none of them suffer and that one of his buddies killed Conrad and they were out celebrating." "Eli, that's enough." "Yeah Eli that's enough" Sam replies sarcastic tone. Lenore answers. "What' done is done?" "Just for your information, I had nothing to do with what happened to your friend Eli, so you could have left me out of it." My wrists are getting sore from being tied and I can feel them start to itch. "We're leaving tonight." Lenore told us. "Then why did you bring us here and why are you talking to us?" Sam asked.

"Believe me I'd rather not, but we know your kind." "Once you get our scents you'll keep tracking us, no matter where we go." "Hunters will find us." "So you're asking us not to follow you." I heard the disbelief in Sam's voice.

"We have a right to live, we're not hurting anyone." "Right, so you keep saying." "Give me one good reason why we should believe you." Lenore leans in so she's close to Sam. "You know what I'm going to do?" "I'm going to let you both go."

"Take them back and not a mark on them." Lenore tells Eli. I'm relieved of course. Hoods are put on our head with our hands tied behind our backs and we're taken into a car or van I don't know. We sit in it and we are driven back to the motel.

When we get back the hoods are taken off and we are untied. We walk in and there is Gordon. "Can we talk to you alone?" Sam asks as I walk next to him. Dean looks at Gordon. "Mind chilling out for a couple of minutes?

Dean gets up and follows us out of the room. "Dean, maybe we should rethink this hunt." Sam tells him and I nod my head. "What are you talking about?" Dean asks as we walk further away from the motel room.

"Where were you two?" Sam clears his throat. "We were in a nest." "You found it?" Dean asks. "They found us man." "How did you two get out?" "How many did you kill?" Dean asks. Sam finally answers. "None." We start walking. "Sammy, they didn't just let you two go." Sam looks down at me and then back at Dean. "That's exactly what they did, right Morgan?" I nod my head.