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Chapter name borrowed from… I really don't know. *embarrassed expression*
CHAPTER SIX- THE TRUEST SHADE OF CRIMSON
Dean returned to the motel room.
Gordon was gone.
"Gordon?"
"You think he went after them?" Sam followed Dean.
"Probably," Dean shrugged.
"Dean, we have to stop him," I caught hold of his sleeve.
He shook me off.
"Really, Odette? Because I say we lend a hand."
"Just give me the benefit of the doubt, would you? Please."
Dean gritted his teeth. "Yeah, we'll see. I'll drive. Give me the keys."
Sam pointed to the table where I'd set them earlier.
"He snaked the keys."
…
Dean hotwired the car, grimacing.
"I can't believe this. I just fixed her up, too."
The Impala finally started.
"So, the bridge," He looked at me. "Is that all you got?"
I thought back to the drive.
"The bridge was four and a half minutes from their farm."
"How do you know?"
I blinked at Dean.
"I, uh, I counted."
There was silence.
I traced a path on the map on my lap.
"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."
Dean huffed in surprise.
"Not bad, kid. Not bad at all."
~Supernatural~
Gordon's red car crossed the bridge and turned up a small road.
Some way behind, my eyes narrowed.
I had a bad feeling about this.
I sighed, staring at the map.
Sam glanced at me worriedly, frowning at Dean.
Dean drove faster.
…
We crept in quietly.
Gordon dipped his knife into a jar of dead man's blood, moving forward.
Lenore was pale and sickly, covered in cuts and defenseless, tied up in a chair.
He circled her, slicing the bloody knife across her chest.
She gasped in pain.
We entered the room.
"Hey, guys," Gordon turned to us. "Come on in."
"Hey, Gordon," Dean grinned convincingly. "What's going on?"
"Just poisoning Lenore here with some dead man's blood," Gordon paced before her.
"She's going to tell us where her little friends are, aren't you?" He stroked her hair.
"Want to help?"
"Look, man," Dean surveyed the room warily.
"Grab a knife, I was just about to start in on the fingers."
He dragged it across her arm.
The bile rose in my throat.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Dean laughed uneasily.
"Hey, let's all just chill out, huh?"
"I'm completely chill," Gordon ignored him.
Sam apparently had had enough.
"Put the knife down, Gordon."
He stepped towards him, but Dean stopped him with a hand on his chest.
"Sounds like it's Sam here who needs to chill," Gordon narrowed his eyes.
"Just step away from her, all right?" I spoke up for the first time since entering the room.
He sneered at me. "And why should I listen to you, little girl?"
Dean reflexively pulled me behind him.
"But you're right, I'm wasting my time here. This bitch will never talk. Might as well put her out of her misery."
Gordon pulled out a larger knife.
"I just sharpened it, so it's completely humane," He reassured us.
He turned towards Lenore again, and Sam stepped to block him.
"Gordon, I'm letting her go."
Gordon pointed the knife at Sam's chest, stopping him.
"You're not doing a damn thing."
"Hey, hey, hey," Dean moved up a step.
"Gordon, let's talk about this."
"What's there to talk about?" He did not lower the knife. "It's like I said, Dean. No shades of gray."
"Yeah, I hear ya," Dean nodded slowly. "And I know how you feel."
"Do you?"
"That vampire that killed your sister deserved to die, but this one….."
Gordon laughed mirthlessly.
"Killed my sister? That filthy fang didn't kill my sister, it turned her. So I hunted her down, and killed her myself."
"You did what?" Dean was horrified.
"It wasn't my sister anymore," Gordon looked away. "It wasn't human. I didn't blink. And neither would you."
He was wrong.
Dean would never do something like that.
It was with a slow roll of nausea that it hit me.
"You knew all along, didn't you?" I stared at him in disgust.
"You knew about the vampires, you knew they weren't killing anyone. You knew about the cattle. And you just didn't care."
"Care about what?" Gordon spat.
"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 who they are. And I can prove it."
He grabbed my arm, slicing the knife across it, laying it against my throat.
Gordon dragged me to Lenore.
Dean pulled his gun.
"Let her go!"
"Now!" Sam yelled, drawing his own.
"Relax," Gordon tugged me forward.
"If I wanted to kill her, she'd already be on the floor. Just making a little point."
He held my arm over Lenore, and the blood dripped on her face.
She hissed, extending her fangs.
"Hey!" Dean glared at him.
"That's enough! Let her go!" Sam clenched his fists.
"You think she's so different?" Gordon pressed the knife into my throat.
"Still want to save her? Look at her. They're all the same. Evil, bloodthirsty."
Lenore retracted her fangs, turning her face away.
"No. No!"
"You hear that, Gordon?" Sam tensed.
"No! No!"
Sam pushed Gordon away from me.
"We're done here."
"Sam," Dean pulled me towards him. "Get her out of here."
"Yeah," Sam lifted Lenore up in his arms.
Gordon took a step towards him, but Dean had the gun trained on him.
"Uh-uh," Dean shook his head. "Gordon, I think you and I have got some things to talk about."
"Get out of my way," He snarled.
"Sorry."
"You're not serious," Gordon said in disbelief.
"I'm having a hard time believing it too, but I know what I saw. If you want those vampires, you've gotta go though me."
"Fine." He jammed his knife into the table.
Dean looked at the knife, considering.
He pulled the clip out of his gun and set it aside.
Gordon punched him.
"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."
Gordon threw him across the room.
"You're not like your brother. You're a killer, like me."
I tripped Gordon up, and Dean kicked him down, hauling him against the wall.
Dean elbowed him in the face, knocking him out.
"You know, I might be like you, and I might not. But you're the one tied up right now."
~Supernatural~
"You did the right thing, you know."
I turned around to see Castiel, inscrutable as ever.
"I know."
He cocked his head to one side.
"Why do you care so much?"
I considered his question.
"I'm sick of innocent people dying, Castiel."