it took a while but here, chapter 9. at least its kind of long. :D

its like the Welcome Back from Florida chapter :D enjoy!

Chapter 9: Bloodlust Part 3

I tried to stop crying before we reached the bar. First of all it was embarrassing that Sam could see me right through the review mirror and see how much of a mess he had made me and second, if Dean woke up and saw me like this, there would be hell to pay. By the time we pulled into the parking lot I had swallowed the rest of my tears and let the sobs I wanted out attach themselves to my ribcage to let out if something set me off later. But the tear tracks were still on my face and tears were still wet and dripping off my cheeks and my hands were caught under Dean. If I moved them, he'd wake up and see me try and wipe them off. So I didn't know what to do. If Dean yelled at Sam that would make me feel even worse and those sobs would come rolling out.

So when Sam parked the car, I swear he was even more psychic than he realized, he opened and closed the car door so that Dean woke up to look in that direction. When Dean started to drowsily lean up and look at what the hell Sam was doing, I quickly wiped my face and tried to look presentable. Although Dean wasn't stupid and when he looked at me his face blossomed with concern.

"Are you okay?"

I nodded quickly and watched Sam get out of the car. "I'm fine."

Dean looked at me doubtfully and let the small pieces click in his head of what could have happened. "Did he say something to you?"

I shook my head no and wracked my brain for something. "I had a nightmare."

Dean sat closer to me and pulled me into a hug. I rubbed my face along his jacket, picking up the tears I'd missed. He ran a hand along my hair and made slow shushing noises.

"Are you sure it wasn't like a vision or anything?"

I shook my head and sniffled against him and watched Sam look back at the car and head into the bar. "No, just a really bad dream."

Dean nodded and placed his head on mine. One dream I didn't think I'd be able to wake up from.

Oo00o0o0

After Dean made sure I was okay, he was being really over protective since this whole Sam thing which I thought was kind of annoying since it was his brother, and we headed into the bar to look for Sam. He was talking to the bartender and as Dean walked up to him, I watched them from behind and observed the bar.

It was odd that as soon as Dean walked up next to Sam, he tensed, like Dean was going to hit him. But when he realized he was just being paranoid he turned to talk to him and to the bartender. I kept wondering if it was an unwritten rule or something. Rule number 79: When you think and/or know your brother likes your girlfriend, it's okay to completely ignore him. Unless you're talking about a case. Then you can act like you're completely normal. I rolled my eyes. I'd like to take that rule book and set it on fire.

I watched Dean motion to the bartender and I hoped we were staying for drinks. I needed something. I looked around the bar and tried to see if anyone looked like vampire material. But honestly, it's really hard to tell vampires from rowdy drunks. The only difference is a set of fangs and you couldn't really tell the difference from just looking around.

"Hey little lady, can I buy you a drinks?" A maybe, ew, seventy year old man stumbled over next to me and spilled his beer all over me. Dean and Sam turned around at my yelp and hurried over to push the guy away.

"You okay?" Dean asked as he watched Sam sit the man down at the table, maybe numerous times since he kept trying to get up.

I nodded and looked my shirt. "Yeah, just showered with beer." I grimaced as Sam walked back over to us.

"Apparently, he'd like to wash your shirt for you." Sam's smile was evident and I shoved him.

"Yeah I bet." Dean said wryly looking at the guy.

"It's just a shirt, I have others." Except now this one just smelled like old beer. Lovely. "So what did the bartender say?"

"He said that Barker Farm got leased out a couple months ago. Real winners. They've been in here a lot, think it's the kinda people were looking for."

I nodded. "Did you get us drinks?"

Dean smiled, looking at my shirt. "Sure you just don't wanna suck it out from your shirt?"

Sam smirked and I rolled my eyes. Unbelievable. When they'd get back in the car they'd be at each others throats. But I guess this was better than that. "Yeah, get me a straw." I said not amused and Dean bumped his hip lightly against mine.

"Just kidding Andy, don't get your thong in such a bunch."

"Right, like that would bother you." I said quietly and he smiled, entertained as his brain fully clicked on dirty.

I smiled slightly at him and felt the stain on my shirt and looked past Sam at the bar. That's when I felt the stare on us and it was making me extremely uncomfortable. I looked around us for a moment and saw a lone black guy nursing a beer a few tables away from us. He was staring at us so hard I thought all of us would suddenly burst into flame. I tried not to look so obvious that I had seen doing it.

I looked down at my shirt. "We're being tapped." I said quietly, knowing both guys had heard me.

"Where?" Dean asked, not moving his head to look around. I could literally see the switch click off from horny to working.

I shrugged. "Maybe, three o' clock."

Sam nodded. "I saw him when I came him. He didn't look up until we asked about the vampires."

"Maybe he's more of a Dracula than an ordinary?" Dean asked, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Only one way to make sure. Come on." I said as we left the bar and they followed.

We headed to the trunk to get machetes and Dean passed me a new shirt to put on. "Is Van Helsing more of a vampire slayer or is he all after werewolves?" He asked and I looked at him confused.

"Why?"

He shrugged, taking out a machete and passing it to Sam. "Maybe I wanted a nickname."

I smirked. "If you want a nickname for slaying vampires I'm calling you Buffy."

Dean scowled at me and pushed me towards the backseat. "Why don't you focus on getting that shirt on, Andy."

I giggled and did as I was told. I placed the weapon in the backseat and took the beer stained shirt off to slip on a light blue t-shirt. I grimaced, getting out of the car. "I don't think I'll be able to get that stain out. I really liked that shirt." I said, frowning.

"We'll get you some stain remover and you can scrub all your little heart desires." Dean said smiling and kissing my head.

I smiled and rolled my eyes. "Actually, it's your turn to wash the clothes so…" I trailed off looking at Dean and placing the shirt in the back letting him think about what he had to do.

He groaned. "Can't I just get you a new shirt?"

I frowned again, knowing he couldn't deny me now and he grunted at his lack of manhood. "Fine, I'll scrub."

I smiled, kissing his cheek. "I love you too."

He waved me off, grabbing my machete and muttering a 'yeah, yeah' as he shut the door.

"Guys, he's coming out of the bar." Sam said, motioning us to get our asses moving. We followed Sam around the corner and waited for this guy to make himself known. I gripped my machete, hoping I wouldn't actually need it.

As soon as he rounded the corner Dean pushed him up against the wall, pinning him and holding a knife to his throat.

"Smile." Dean demanded. "Show us those pearly whites."

He scoffed, looking extremely un-amused, which I gave him props for. He wasn't terrified at the knife to his throat which made me wonder if he'd been threatened like this before or something. "Oh, for the love of…you wanna stick that thing someplace else? I'm not a vampire."

"I knew he was listening." I said softly and he nodded.

"What do you know about vampires?" Sam asked.

"Well, apparently anything we said in there."

He nodded at me again. "And more, like how to kill 'em." He looked straight at Dean. "Now, seriously, bro. That knife's makin' me itch."

He went to get up but I moved foreword and pushed him back, damn near slamming him.

"Easy there wildcat." He said slowly and I grimaced at the little nickname. I didn't like this guy, vampire or not. He gave me an uneasy feeling even though I didn't know he was. I didn't want to trust him, at all.

He lifted his upper lip and showed us that he didn't have fangs. That's great. That's not what I wanted. I wanted him to get in his car and drive the hell away.

"See? Fangless. Happy?" He asked and Dean and Sam backed up off of him.

"I'm flipping ecstatic." I drawled out and Sam looked at me oddly.

"Now, who the hell are you?" He asked us.

Dean and I exchanged glances and I shrugged. He wasn't a creature, as far as we could tell, so I guess giving him our real names wasn't so bad.

"I'm Dean Winchester, and this is my brother Sam." Dean motioned to Sam.

He nodded and shook both their hands. "Gordon." I felt uneasy for no last name but I couldn't shake why. It's not like we ever gave our real names out to people. "Sam and Dean Winchester." He said as if in awe. "I can't believe it. You know, I met your old man once -- hell of a guy, great hunter." He thought for a moment and sighed. "I heard he passed. I'm sorry."

Dean and Sam nodded but didn't really say anything. Gordon then turned to me and gave me a once over which made me feel like he was stripping me with his eyes. "And you must be Andy? Heard of you too." I nodded and shook his hand. His touch gave me chills and I felt nauseous all of a sudden. "From what I heard, you all work really well together. Great trackers, good in a tight spot."

Yeah, we were like a great big circus on parade. "You seem to know a lot about us." I said suspiciously and Dean sensed it because he looked at me and put an arm around my waist, as if to calm me.

Gordon shrugged. "Well, word travels fast. You know how hunters talk."

Dean shook his head. "No, we don't, actually."

"I guess there's a lot your dad never told you, huh?" Dean seemed confused by his comment and for a moment I thought that had been the wrong thing to say. But Dean didn't do anything, just squeezed me around his waist to show he was uncomfortable.

"So, uh…so, those two vampires -- they were yours, right?" Sam asked. Great, now we owned creatures like Pokémon.

"Yup. Been here two weeks."

I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned into Dean. "Did you check out that Barker Farm?"

Gordon looked around the parking lot and motioned him to follow us. We did so and headed to his car. I couldn't tell the make. I honestly wasn't so great with cars. It was an old car, bright and cherry red. He opened the backseat and pulled out a weapons cage, similar to the box we had in our trunk. I felt like he was some twisted batman or something. "It's a bust. Just a bunch of hippie freaks."

"Where's the nest?" I asked.

He smiled and I involuntarily shivered. This guy was making me feel like I was loosing control over my body. Dean shifted closer to me and put his arm around my shoulders instead, thinking I was cold. "I got this one covered. 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."

"We could help." Dean offered. I didn't want to help him, he seemed like he had it covered. Maybe I was just feeling so uneasy because he knew a lot about us. Because other than that I couldn't figure out why he was making me feel so anxious.

"Thanks, but I'm kind of a go-it-alone type of guy." He looked at me and Sam specifically and Sam looked at me, seeming apprehensive as well. At least I wasn't the only one. "It was real good meetin' you, though. I'll buy you a drink on the flipside." He said as he got in his car and drove away.

I looked at his car until the lights disappeared down the road and we walked back to the Impala.

"I don't…" I tried to think of a way to phrase it. "Trust him." That was it more than anything. I didn't like him either but went with trust instead.

"He doesn't seem so bad to me." Dean said as he stood and unlocked the car.

I waited for Sam to say something that agreed with me but he just eyed me and Dean and got in the car. I scoffed quietly. Of course; this was how it was now. You'd think he'd say at least something since it'd be against what Dean thought.

"You're just being a little bit paranoid." Dean said, snaking his arms around my waist.

I looked at Dean. "I don't like him, Dean. He makes me feel really uneasy." My voice was shaking a bit because I was afraid he wouldn't believe this feeling I had every time Gordon had looked at me or said something. This guy was bad news, one way or another and somehow my body was trying to tell me that.

He looked at me concerned and nodded, kissing my head. "Aright, if we run into him again we'll just leave." I didn't say anything as he slipped his jacket over my shoulders. "Okay?"

I nodded and smiled slightly. "Okay."

"Come on." He said, pushing me to the back seat. I laid down in the seat and closed my eyes, totally intending on getting some sleep while I could.

After a while of driving I heard Sam scoff and shift in his seat. "We're totally tracking Gordon's car aren't we?"

Dean shifted too, but I knew it was to look at me. "Yeah."

My heart plummeted.

Oo0o0o0o0

"Dean, I thought you told her that we weren't going anywhere near this guy." Sam said angrily, whispering it because they thought I was asleep.

"I told her that if we run into him again we'll leave and I meant it. Don't eavesdrop if can't do it correctly." Dean spat, just as softly.

"Then what are we doing here?" Sam demanded. It was then I realized that the car had stopped and Dean turned off the engine.

"I just want him to tell me where the hell that nest is."

"Why does this matter so much to you? We can hunt something else; Gordon said he had it covered." Sam said, looking back at me to make sure I still asleep.

"We're not going to hunt with him so what's it matter?" Dean asked, his voice rising slightly because he was angry. "I want to hunt the vampires."

"But you told Andy…"

"She's asleep Sam." Dean said angrily, making small tears come to the surface. "We'll never talk to his Gordon guy again alright? But I want that nest. Dad just wouldn't want us to start a case and let some guy take over."

"Dad?" Sam asked.

Dean got out of the car and slammed the door, making me jump. So that's what this was about; his dad. Dean was head over heels to go after this case because of something his father had told him: Never let go of a case right in the middle. We started it and Dean intended on finishing it. I understood that; fine. But the thing that hurt was that he had lied to me. He promised that we'd leave this guy alone. And as soon as he thought I was sleeping he turned around and did the opposite. But Dean was right; we'd never find the nest without Gordon. But that didn't mean I necessarily forgave him.

I sniffled and Sam turned in the seat to look at me. "Hey, were you awake?"

I shrugged embarrassingly, and sat up in the seat, letting Dean's jacket slide off my shoulders. I wiped the small tears from my face and Sam handed me a tissue.

"Thanks." I took it and blew my nose. "I can't believe Dean went after Gordon."

Sam shrugged. "We need to find that nest."

"But he lied to me."

"He lies about a lot of things."

Now I felt the need to stick up for Dean. "Everybody lies."

"Yeah, but he shouldn't have lied to you." He muttered.

I nodded and tapped Sam on his shoulder. He turned around and I smiled at him, giving a small kiss on his cheek. "Thanks."

He looked at me confused. "For what?"

"For being my friend."

He smiled, even though I could tell he hadn't wanted to. "You're welcome."

"So um, are we okay?" I asked hesitantly, praying to God that we were. I couldn't take that much longer. It wasn't like I could just ignore the fact that Sam was upset and Dean and I were the reason he never wanted to be my best friend again.

He shrugged. "I'm guessing if I say no you'll cry again." He turned the whole way around and smiled at me. "And you know I can't handle it when a girl cries." Yeah, we're fine.

"Right." I said and looked down at the tissue in my hands. Thank God. "Do you trust Gordon at all?"

Sam shrugged, looking out the window to see Dean laughing and walking with Gordon. "Honestly, no. But I don't know what it is."

"He makes me feel uneasy."

He nodded. "Yeah, like he's not telling us everything or something. He just seems really shady."

"Yeah, that's a good word for it."

I watched as Gordon got into his car and Dean got into the Impala, not noticing I was awake.

"So?" Sam asked.

"So were heading for a drink. Saved his life and I get a beer." Dean chuckled, turning around to back the car up. He stopped short to see I was awake.

"So much for turning around and heading the other way huh?" I asked him, anger filling my voice but tears filling my eyes.

"Andy…" Dean tried to back peddle but I rolled my eyes and turned to lie down on the seat. I put my back to Dean and closed my eyes.

"Leave me alone, Dean." I whispered.

Dean didn't say another word, but I could practically feel the frown and guilt fill his features as he backed the car up. He was taking forever to take his eyes off me and focus on the road. I guess it was back to that shitty bar.

Ooo00o0o

As soon as we parked the car, I got out, trying to avoid a conversation with Dean. Sam was hurrying right along with me; I'm guessing he didn't want to hear it.

"Hey, hey, hey." Dean said quickly, running up and grabbing my arm as gently as he could. I rolled my eyes and turned around, Sam continuing to head inside.

"What?" I barked.

"I'm really sorry." He said gently.

"For what? That you got caught because I wasn't actually asleep." His face clouded over with remorse and I nodded. "Yeah, I heard everything you said."

"Did you hear the part where I'm a complete and total asshole?" He asked and I fought the urge to smile.

"No. But you could have just told me you were tracking the car. You didn't have to lie to me Dean. I'm not some stupid girl you met at a bar."

"I never said that." Dean said, getting defensive.

"I know but that's what it feels like. Like I'm not even worth telling the truth to. I mean if you would have just told me I would have been a little mad sure, but not as mad as I am now." I said, trying to turn around.

He stopped me by rushing in front and blacking my path. "I'm sorry." He said again, but not as gentle this time. He was worried sorry wasn't going to cut it. "What else do you want?"

"I want you to be honest with me."

"You want honestly?" He asked and I nodded, bracing myself for whatever came out of his mouth. "I love you and I'm sorry I lied to you." He said slowly and carefully so I would understand. He grabbed my hands and squeezed. "I won't do it again."

I searched his eyes, not finding one hint of fibbing. I nodded slowly and smiled. "Okay." I said gently. He smiled, thankfully, and kissed my cheek. I hugged him and he squeezed me tightly. "Because you know I'll dump your ass." I said playfully. "Then I could find someone that looked like Matt Damon." I said happily, pulling away.

Dean rolled his eyes and scoffed, pulling me to the entrance of the bar. "Matt Damon is no where near as attractive as me." Dean defended. "And I bet he's not even close to Bush League in the shower."

I giggled and hugged his arm as he grinned. That, I was willing to bet, was totally correct.

Oo0o0o0o

We all sat down at a table and I asked Dean if I could sit in between him and Sam when we walked in. As I've said, Gordon made me feel very uncomfortable. I wasn't afraid of him per say but I didn't want to sit near him either. Whatever, Dean was so close to literally kissing my ass for how upset he had made me that he didn't ask any questions. He just complied.

We all ordered drinks and Gordon insisted that he paid for everything. Sam and I looked at each other carefully; way to kiss Dean's ass.

"Another one bites the dust." Gordon said as he raised his shot glass to Dean.

Dean nodded and swallowed his own shot while Sam and I just sat there. "That's right."

"Dean," Gordon laughed. "You gave that big-ass fang one hell of a haircut, my friend."

Dean chuckled. "Thank you."

"Wait, what exactly happened?" I asked, sitting up in my chair. "I mean, I know he saved your ass and everything I just didn't know from what."

I was glad that Gordon looked a little offended at the little shot I threw at him. I almost rolled my eyes when he had said that he had worked alone but then he needed Dean to come out of no where to save his ass. Ironic much?

"Well basically, vamp attacked knocking my machete out of my hand and Dean kicks the un holy crap outta him. Forced him under a chopping machine and cleaned his head right off." I grimaced and Sam looked at me worriedly. "It was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful."

Dean smiled. "That was after I stabbed him with the machete too."

I swallowed and shared the look with Sam. Maybe Dean wasn't as alright as I thought he was. Dean noticed we were more than upset and looked at us both carefully. "You two alright?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"I think I need a stronger drink." I said quietly and Dean looked at me oddly, pushing his beer towards me.

"Well, lighten up a little Sammy and Andy. Just celebratin' a little, job well done." Gordon tried, taking a sip of beer. The action made my skin crawl.

Sam motioned to Dean. "He's the only one who gets to call me that."

I felt a little embarrassed we were being such buzz kills and tried to mellow out a little. "What he means is that decapitations aren't our ideas of a good time, I guess."

Gordon rolled his eyes at me and I reached down to squeeze Dean's hand. "Oh, come on, guys. It's not like it was human. You've gotta have a little more fun with your job."

Dean snapped his fingers. "See, that's what I've been trying to tell them." He looked at Sam and me and took a sip of his beer that was still in front of me. "You could learn a thing or two from this guy."

Sam looked extremely annoyed and I scoffed, letting go of his hand. I was getting angry at him all over again.

"We don't even know him." I said miffed.

"Look, I'm not gonna bring you guys down. I'm just gonna go back to the motel." Sam said, getting up from the table.

Dean sighed and rubbed his eyes. "You sure?"

Sam nodded and turned to leave when Dean called him back. Sam turned and caught the car keys as Dean threw them. "Remind me to beat that buzzkill outta you later, all right?"

I watched Sam leave and I was torn between leaving with him and staying right where I was.

"Something I said?" Gordon asked.

Dean rolled his eyes. "No, no. He just gets that way sometimes."

I looked at him incredulously. "That's twice today." I said getting up from the table. "You're an asshole."

Dean looked up at me like he had no idea what he did wrong and I ran outside to catch Sam starting the car. "Sam!" I yelled.

He didn't pull out of the space and rolled down the window to look at me. "You alright?" He asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm just coming with you."

I got in the car and we drove back to the motel. Not saying a word.

Oo0o0o0

"I'm gonna call Ellen. Maybe she knows something about this Gordon." I said quietly, looking for my cell phone.

"Are you alright?" Sam asked me and I nodded.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"Because your cell phone is right in front of your face and you're still looking for it."

I looked at him confused and then looked right at the bedside table where I had been looking through the drawers of. It had been right in front of my face and I hadn't seen it.

I smirked slightly and grabbed it, sitting next to him. "Okay, maybe I'm not but its okay."

He nodded, unconvinced, but let it go. Which I was thankful for, I just didn't want to get into it with him right now. I called Ellen and put her on speaker as she said Harvelle's Roadhouse.

"Hey, Ellen. Uh, it's Andy Core."

"Andy! It's good to hear from you." She said, smiling but then she was suddenly serious. "You and the boys are okay, aren't you?"

"Yeah, everything's fine. Sam's right here next to me, we um, we kind of have a question."

You could tell she was doing two things at once and I pictured her clearing off tables or wiping down the bar. "Yeah, shoot."

"You ever run across a guy named Gordon Walker?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, I know Gordon. He's a real good hunter. Why you askin', sweetie?"

"Well, we ran into him on a job and we're kind of working with him, I guess." Sam answered and I groaned.

"I don't trust him Ellen." I said as Ellen said 'Don't do that, Sam."

Sam looked at me confused. "I…I thought you said he was a good hunter."

Ellen scoffed and I could hear a glass being set on a table. "Yeah, and Hannibal Lecter's a good psychiatrist. Look, he is dangerous to everyone and everything around him." I knew my hunter senses were good for something. I had picked it up as soon as I had met him. "If he's working on a job, you boys just let him handle it and you move on."

I nodded, even though she couldn't see me. "We will, thanks Ellen." She hung up, not even saying goodbye. "I knew something was off with him." I said, closing my cell phone.

"Yeah, I just wish Dean saw it to."

I looked down and played with the phone in my hands. "Why is he being such an asshole all of a sudden?"

"Don't you see it? Or at least recognize it?" I shook my head no and Sam sighed. "He's trying to replace our dad. Somehow, someway."

"But Gordon is no where near close to what his father was. It's like an insult."

Sam ran a hand through his hair and leaned back against the pillows on the bed. "Well we know that, but for Dean it's hard to see. I mean, I can see some qualities that my dad had but I know its no where near close to being him. Dean's trying to fill a hole inside him and he needs to realize that he can't just fill it with anyone he wants."

I shrugged. "I told him he was being an asshole."

Sam smiled at my completely off task comment. "Yeah, I'm sure you did. If I know anything about you two being alike it's sharing your thoughts, damned the consequences."

I smiled. "So what do we do?"

Sam sat up and cleared his throat. "Talk to him, I guess."

I rolled my eyes. "Right, like he'll even listen."

"He'll listen to you."

I scoffed. "Sam, yeah right. He barely listened to me when I asked him to pick stuff up for me at the mini mart."

"He listens to you more than you know. You're important to him. And, as if you don't remember, he got you the pop tarts you love even though he didn't bring back what you asked him to."

I smiled and nodded. "So I guess I'll try and say something. Are you sure he'll even hear me out? He seems really attached to this Gordon."

"He'll listen. He loves you." He said quietly, if not a little bit sadly. I tried to ignore it even though he tugged on my heart strings.

O0o00o

"You want a soda?" Sam asked me a half an hour later. "I just realized that no matter how many times I look in the mini fridge no drink will appear there."

I smiled. "I've done that so many times it's not even funny. Sprite please?" I changed the channel and leaned back on the pillow as Sam nodded and headed out to get the cans of soda.

As soon as Sam left I heard some rustling in the bathroom and I froze, trying to convince myself that it was a bird or an extremely fat cat. But then I remembered this was the motel with the normal sized window in the bathroom and it was possible for someone to actually break in that way. I didn't want to let anyone know I had heard anything and quietly slid off the bed, looking for a weapon underneath Dean's pillow. Thank God for patterns. As soon as we got a new motel room the first thing Dean did was make sure there was some type of knife under his pillow. Good thing we always put a do not disturb sign on the doorknob.

I approached the door and was about to turn the knob when the perpetrator slammed the door open, knocking me down. Before I could possibly do anything something hard hit the side of my head and I collapsed onto the floor. The last thing I heard was Sam calling out my name, but even that was distant.

O0o0o0o

I groaned, not wanting to open my eyes. I felt blood seeping down from a cut on my forehead and the echo from it hitting the carpet was giving me a headache. I swear, the amount of times I got hit in the head, I should have had some kind brain trauma. I finally got enough courage to open my eyes and the headache got even worse. I turned my head to look at an open door and cans of pop everywhere. Shit; they got Sam. I leaned up on my elbows and gripped the bed to stand. The room was spinning and I tried sitting on the bed for a moment but missed and landed hard on my ass.

I heard laughing and knew it could only be Dean and his new best friend. I just waited and as Dean approached the door, his laugh died down. He knew something wasn't right. He hurried in the door and looked around, his eyes softening when he found me.

"Baby, you okay? What happened? Where's Sam?" He asked all at once, leaning down to look at me.

I sighed, my eyes shying away from him. "It's all my fault. They got Sam because I'm horrible stealth hunter." I spat angrily. If I would have been a little better at defending myself I would have been able to take them out and Sam wouldn't have been taken. But I guess since Sam had been kidnapped it had been hard for him to take them out too.

"Shhh." He said, pushing hair behind my hair. "I'm sure it's not your fault. You're hurt." He said suddenly and got up to get something out of the bathroom.

Gordon came towards me, I guess to help me up and I shook my head. "Don't touch me." I hissed at him and he backed away confused.

"Just trying to help." He offered.

"If I wanted your help I would have asked for it."

Dean came back out and I could see he was holding gauze and rubbing alcohol. He set the items on the bed and put his arms underneath mine and hauled me up off the floor to set me on the bed. He sat next to me and gently poured out some rubbing alcohol on the gauze. "This is gonna sting."

I nodded as he gently dabbed the cut on my forehead and I hissed, squeezing my eyes close. Dean kissed my head and continued to work around the cut. "What the hell did they hit you with?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. Telephone maybe?"

Dean winced and kissed my head again. It was amazing how I wasn't that mad at him anymore. He ran his hand through my hair and kept giving me small kisses that I knew weren't only for the headache and for the cut. He was trying to push an apology through it too.

I suddenly remembered the other half of this stupid incident. "Sam. Come on we've got to find him." I stood up too quickly and swooned, making Dean stand to steady me.

"Maybe you should stay here. Gordon can look after you."

I gripped him, praying that all the protective boyfriend radars were fully on when I said this. "No, I want to go with you."

He looked at me carefully and nodded, squeezing me. "Okay, come on." He guided me to the doorway and looked back at Gordon. "Make yourself comfortable, man."

Gordon nodded and took a seat at the small kitchen table as Dean closed the door. As we headed outside I felt my head and whimpered as it sent a shot of pain through my head and down my spine.

"Are you sure you wanna come with me?" Dean asked, concern etching his features as we walked to the car. Which of course seemed to be a hundred miles away.

I nodded. "I want to be with you." He made me feel safe and Gordon didn't. End of story.

Dean smiled and nodded, kissing my cheek and setting me against the car to open the door. But as he did so I saw Sam walking back up the street. Not wait, he was running. I couldn't believe he was perfectly alright.

"Sam?" I asked as he jogged up to the car.

"Where the hell were you?" Dean looked up and asked. He was mad but I could tell he was really relieved.

"Hey." He said looking straight at me. "Are you alright, I tried to reach you but they put a bag over my head."

"No I'm fine, just a little cut and a headache but how the hell did you get yourself out?" I wondered. I didn't even know what had got him. I was just thankful he was alright.

"Where were you?" Dean asked again.

Sam paused. "In the nest."

I looked at him open mouthed and Dean seemed way too giddy for words. "You found it?"

"How'd you get out? How many did you kill?" I asked. Must have been a ton for it to be a nest. I felt like Sam needed some kind of award that said 'Killer King of the Vampires.'

"None." Or maybe not.

Dean just looked at him confused. "Well, Sam, they didn't just let you go."

Sam nodded. "That's exactly what they did. Maybe we shouldn't go after 'em."

Dean scoffed. "And why not?"

"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?" Dean demanded, refusing to believe that something that we had come across before was now as harmless as a stuffed bunny.

Then something occurred to me. Maybe they were different then what we had run into before. "The cattle mutilations. They're living off of animal blood." Sam nodded, agreeing.

"That's exactly what they said."

Dean rolled his eyes. "And you believed 'em?"

"Look at him, Dean. They let him go without a scratch." I said and Dean turned to look at me.

"Please don't tell me you're buying into this bullshit too. What? Now you're best pals and picked this time to side with him Andy?"

"No, I'm not siding with him because of that. I'm siding with him because he's right."

"We find 'em and we waste 'em. What part of "vampires" don't you understand, Andy? If it's supernatural, we kill it. End of story, that's our job."

"No, Dean, that is not our job." Sam spat angrily. "Our job is hunting evil. And if these things aren't killing people, they're not evil."

"It's about doing what's right. Remember?" I felt like Dean had somehow lost his memory and we had to explain everything to him all over again. This wasn't like him and I knew only one person had the chance to get at him like this. Gordon.

"Gordon's been on those vamps for a year, man. He knows." Dean said suddenly and I scoffed.

"You're taking his word for it?" I asked him and he nodded.

Sam just shook his head. "Ellen says he's bad news."

"You called Ellen?" Dean asked, almost like he was offended. "And I'm supposed to listen to her? We barely know her. No thanks, I'll go with Gordon."

I almost pushed Dean the hell over, just so he would listen. "Right, 'cause Gordon's such an old friend."

"You don't think I can see what this is?" Sam asked, pulling what he was talking about before with me in the motel room. "He's a substitute for Dad, isn't he? A poor one."

Dean turned and walked away, but all that did was prove Sam was right. "Shut up, Sam."

"He's not even close, Dean. Not on his best day." I said quietly. I knew it wasn't fair to tag team him like this and I could literally see the anger build up in his eyes, but he needed to understand what he was doing. Hell, maybe he did know and didn't care. It's so much easier to just ignore what the hell your doing at other people's expense when it takes away a little bit of your pain.

"Andy…"

Sam stepped foreword, crowding Dean's space and cutting him off. "You know what, you slap on this big, fake smile, but I can see right through it, 'cause I 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!" Sam yelled making Dean's face twitch with rage. "It's an insult to his memory." Sam said softly and suddenly all I saw was Dean wailing back and throwing a punch for Sam.

I hurried up and pushed myself between Dean and pushed him back. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked, peeved and surprised.

"You can try and hit me all you want. It won't change anything." Sam said.

Dean came close to me but practically ignored I was there. I was basically an invisible barrier from Dean hitting Sam. "I'm going to that nest. You don't wanna tell me where it is? Fine. I'll find it myself."

He walked towards the motel room and I stepped away from Sam trying to call Dean back. He ignored me and I shook my head, running after him as he went back in the motel room to find Gordon.

"Dean." I said. I went into the room but only saw Dean standing there. No Gordon. "You think he went after 'em?"

Dean shrugged and sighed. "Probably."

"We have to stop him." I said, heading back outside.

"Really, Andy? 'Cause I say we lend a hand."

I sighed, thinking about how Sam said he would listen to me. What a bunch of bullshit. "Look, I know it's twisted alright and I find it hard to believe myself but Sam and I are your proof. Except for bumps on the head, both of us are fine. They could have taken us and drained us. But they didn't." Dean looked at me carefully and shifted on his feet. "Believe what you want, but think about it, I wouldn't be alive if those vampires were as bad as you think they are."

Dean looked like he was throwing the image around of me being taken and drained somewhere, my body thrown aside like trash. And suddenly, he came forwards and enveloped me into a hug. It happened so fast I didn't know what to do for a moment.

I smiled. Maybe Sam had been right. I pulled back and kissed him gently on the lips. "Just give him the benefit of the doubt, would you? You owe him that." I said quietly and he squeezed his arms tighter around me and nodded.

"Okay, I'll drive, give me the keys."

I motioned over to on top of the TV and scoffed. The keys were gone. "He snaked the keys."

So we spent ten minutes in the car while Dean was trying to hotwire the engine. I held the flashlight up over the backseat and leaned down on him as he groaned.

"I can't believe this. I just fixed her up, too."

"So, the bridge –- is that all you got?" I asked, looking at Sam as he maneuvered his hands into a different position. Finally the engine turned over and I smiled as he sat up and I turned off the flashlight.

Sam looked at the map. "The bridge was four-and-a-half minutes from their farm."

"How do you know?" Dean asked.

"I counted." Dean and I looked at each other, a bit impressed. "We took a left out of the farm, then turned right onto a dirt road, followed that for two minutes slightly uphill, then took another quick right, and we hit the bridge."

Dean nodded, revving the engine. "You're good. You're a monster pain in the ass…but you're good."

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We arrived at the nest Sam had been taken to, which was only a half an hour out since we got caught in traffic. The house was small and rundown but I'm guessing that's why it was a perfect hideout; no one would go in. Except us of course.

"He's here." I said quietly, noticing Gordon's red car on the side of the road. "What's the plan?"

"We walk in." Dean said, getting out of the car, Sam following.

"Right, of course, why didn't I think of that?" I asked sarcastically, following the guys to the front porch. We entered through the front door and heard some slight whimpering and Gordon talking. My stomach plummeted as we turned the corner and saw a woman tied to a chair, cuts all over her and Gordon standing above her, playing with a blood dipped knife. She was a vampire.

"Guys, come on in."

"Gordon, what's going on?" Dean asked hesitantly.

I was nauseated and I felt like vomiting. But I knew this time it wasn't from the blood it was the calmness at which Gordon had as he twirled the knife near the girls face. Obviously he had no trouble doing this to her at all. It made me sick.

"Just poisoning Lenore here with some dead man's blood." The sentence came out like he wanted to know if we wanted to have a stroll in the park. "Wanna help?"

Gordon cut her forearm and Lenore bucked with pain against the ropes holding her to the chair. You could tell how much this situation was causing uneasiness for Dean. She was a vampire and he was feeling for her. "Whoa, whoa, hey. Let's all just chill out, huh?"

Gordon looked at him confused. "I'm completely chill."

"Gordon, put the knife down." Sam threatened and walked towards him, but Dean stopped him.

"But it sounds like it's Sammy who needs to chill."

"Just step away from her, all right?" I asked him not wanting anyone, including Lenore, to get hurt.

Gordon paused and looked at Dean, as if for clearance on the situation. "You're right. This bitch will never talk." He put down one knife to pick up a larger knife that almost resembled a machete. He looked at me and nodded. "I just sharpened it, so it's completely humane."

I felt like throwing a dictionary at his face so he could look up what the hell that word meant. I walked closer to Lenore. "I'm letting her go."

"You're not doing a damn thing." Gordon said positing the knife towards me and I stopped.

"Hey, hey, Gordon, let's talk about this." Dean's voice was shaking but I couldn't tell if it was from anger or fear.

"What's there to talk about?"

Dean walked a bit closer and hesitated when Gordon's hand shook the knife ever so slightly. "The vampire that killed your sister deserved to die, but—"

I looked at Sam confused and he was showing the same thing. Apparently, it had only been something Dean and Gordon had talked about.

Gordon laughed; something dark and sinister. "Killed my sister? That filthy fang didn't kill my sister. It turned her. So I hunted her down and I killed her myself."

Dean looked at him utterly shocked and disgusted. "You did what?"

"It wasn't my sister anymore. It wasn't human. I didn't blink…and neither would you." Gordon said slowly, turning to look at me as the knife continued to dance close to my neck.

"You're sick." I whispered.

"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 incredulously and Gordon laughed again, making me shake.

"Care about what? A nest of vampires suddenly acting nice? Trust me. It doesn't change what they are. And I can prove it."

Gordon suddenly grabbed me by the throat and jerked me over to where Lenore was sitting.

Dean was now holding a gun and he cocked it. "Let her go." Gordon didn't move, but slowly raised the knife to my arm. "Now!" He bellowed.

"Relax. If I wanted to kill her, she'd already be on the floor. Just makin' a little point."

I cried out as he cut my arm and you could literally see Dean's knuckles turn white from holding that gun so hard. Blood seeped from my wound and dripped on Lenore's face. She twitched, her fangs emerging as she started to hiss ever so slightly. I looked at Dean and whimpered, not sure what Gordon was going to do next.

"Hey!" Dean yelled. Although I wasn't sure if it was at Gordon or Lenore.

"You think she's so different?" Gordon asked Dean. "Still wanna save her? Look at her. They're all the same -- evil, bloodthirsty."

Lenore suddenly sighed deeply and with much effort returned her teeth back to normal. She seemed exhausted and Dean watched her surprised. She turned her head away and kept moaning no.

"You hear her, Gordon?" Sam asked, knocking Gordon's hand away from me. I gripped my arm against myself and winced.

"We're done here."

"Sam, get her out of here." Dean said and Sam nodded and gently picked up Lenore from her chair as he got the ropes undone. I walked back towards Dean and he looked at me briefly. "You alright?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Gordon tried to move towards Sam and Lenore as they made their way towards the door and Dean jerked his gun at him.

"Uh-uh! Gordon…I think you and I got some things to talk about."

"Get out of my way." Gordon threatened.

"Sorry."

He shook his head, looking at me and Dean. "You're not serious."

"I'm havin' a hard time believing it, too, but I know what I saw. You want those vampires, you've gotta go through me." Gordon slammed his knife into the table. "Plus, you kind of cut open my girlfriend and held her to a vampire. I'm really itchin' to kick your ass."

I smiled as Gordon looked at me pissed. I shrugged and took out the small blade that was in the back of my waistband.

"Fine."

Dean lowered his gun, thinking this would be a fist fight since Gordon put his knife in the middle of the table. He took out the ammo and while he put the gun in his back pocket, Gordon suddenly grabbed me and swung me around. Before Dean could do anything Gordon kicked him to the chest and sent him flying onto a coffee table.

I screamed as Gordon shoved me into a closet and locked the door. Wow, nice way to get rid of me. I mean, I know I wasn't much of a threat when it came to fighting, but he didn't need to lock me in a damn closet. I pounded on the door and heard someone being thrown around. A lot of punches and kicks mostly, furniture shattering.

My cut was still oozing blood and I began to feel a little lightheaded as I continued to pound on the door. I was in there for maybe fifteen seconds before I realized how small the room really was. Crap, not good at all. My heart started to pound and I felt sweat streak my forehead when I figured out I wasn't going to get out before my claustrophobia set in.

"Dean, Sam!" I screamed, even though I still heard yelling and fighting going on between Dean and Gordon.

I tried feeling around for a light switch and then I thought it was better not to have a light on at all. I already felt the walls closing in on me, I didn't need to see it too. I tried to ignore the hyperventilation as it built in my chest and everything seemed to throb. The blood slowly dripping from my arm, my head, my chest, even the tears slowly making their way towards my eyelids.

"Dean!" I screeched again, trying to remember that the walls weren't actually shaking around me. Why couldn't I be cursed with arachnophobia instead? How many times did large spiders try and kill you? Panic was starting to slowly fill me and could feel my chest start to heave with scared breaths.

"Andy?" Dean yelled. "Where are you?"

I frantically pounded on the door. "Dean! I'm in here. Please get me out of here, I'm freaking out."

You could hear the urgency in Dean's voice as he called for Sam. I heard footsteps approach the room where we had all been a few minutes before. "Where's Andy?" Sam asked.

"Gordon shoved her in the closet. Her claustrophobia settin' in. Come on."

They pulled on the and pushed on the damn thing, but for an old door, it had an unbelievable hold. "Damnit." Dean swore.

"The doors jammed Andy, hold on a few more seconds okay?" Sam said. "Take a few deep breaths."

I did as I was told and heard Dean load his gun and I backed up from the door, covering my ears as Dean let out a shot at the lock of the door.

"Got it." Dean said, jiggling the knob. The damn thing fell off and I pushed the door open, basically ramming myself straight into him.

"Hey, hey, you're okay." Dean said soothingly and hugged me tightly. That had been too close. I think it had been way worse because I had been bleeding and caught in a small room. I was lightheaded from the blood and it set the claustrophobia off. Whatever, at least they had gotten me out before it gotten too bad. "We got you, you're okay." Dean said again and rubbed my back until my breathing slowed down.

"Take deep breaths Andy, it'll calm you down." Sam said, running a hand through my hair. Which I was honestly surprised Dean had let him do, given the past few days.

Dean rubbed the back of my neck as I pulled back from him. "Please tell me you beat the ever loving shit outta him."

As I looked at his face I noticed Dean was pretty beat up himself. He had a few cuts on his face and I'm sure his chest was killing him from that kick.

But he nodded and chuckled nonetheless. "Yep, tied him to a chair." I giggled and kissed his cheek.

"So I didn't miss much then?" Sam asked as we walked into the room that Gordon was tied up in.

Dean put an arm around my waist. "Nah, not much. Lenore get out okay?"

Gordon started to wake up as small beams of sunlight pushed their way past the curtains and into the room.

"Yeah." Sam looked at Gordon. "All of 'em did." I smiled as Gordon looked thoroughly pissed off.

"Then I guess our work here is done." Dean looked at Gordon for a moment. "How you doin', Gordy? Gotta tinkle yet?" I smirked. "All right…well, get comfy. We'll call someone in two or three days, have 'em come out, untie you."

"Ready to go then?" Sam asked us and I looked at Gordon.

"One second." I said approaching the chair. I smiled at Gordon and he scowled. I punched him right across the face, causing the chair to fall over and I could hear Dean and Sam laughing behind me.

"That's for locking me in a closet." I said shaking my hand.

Dean laughed. "That's my girl." He said affectionately and I smiled at him.

"Okay, I'm good." I said as I approached them. "We can go."

"Nice hit." Sam said as we walked out and Dean nodded, chuckling.

He shook his head and I swear to God his eyes filled with some type of lust. "You have no idea."

I rolled my eyes and shoved him playfully. He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him giving me a long kiss on the lips. We finally got back to the car, Dean and I having more trouble since we were preoccupied by our tongues in each other's mouths.

We stopped as we reached the car and Dean looked at Sam for a moment. "Sam?" Sam turned to look at him. "Clock me one."

I smirked and Sam looked at him almost dumbfounded. "What?"

"Come on. I won't even hit you back. Let's go." Dean braced himself for a punch and Sam rolled his eyes.

"No, first of all you were about to hit me. You never actually did and secondly, you look like you just went twelve rounds with a block of cement, Dean. I'll take a rain check." Sam said and walked to the passenger seat of the car.

Dean looked at me and I shrugged. "I'll hit you, you've been an asshole twice today."

Dean smiled coming towards me and snaking his arms around my waist. "Aren't you comforted by the fact that I'm at least your asshole?"

I tried not to giggle but a small smile did play across my face. "Only a little."

He nodded. "Hmm-hmm." He kissed me softly. "Sorry."

I shrugged. "I wasn't searching for an apology."

"Right, you were searching for hitting."

I giggled and leaned up to whisper in his ear. "Well you did ask for it."

He raised his eyebrows and pulled back to look at me. "Well, well, well, Andy Core, who knew you were ever that kinky?"

I laughed and rubbed my hands over his chest. "You have no idea." I teased and I basically saw his mouth drop open and he watched me head to the backseat of the car. I guess I knew what we'd be doing tonight.

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We were driving for at least an hour before Dean spoke up again. "What if we killed things that didn't deserve killing? You know, I mean, the way Dad raised us… "

The way Sam responded made it sound like he'd been ready to say it. Like he knew what Dean had been thinking of the entire time he'd been silent. "Dean, after what happened to Mom…Dad did the best he could."

"You didn't kill Lenore." I said softly and leaned up. I slowly ran my hand along the back of his neck.

"Yeah, but every instinct told me to. I was gonna kill her, I was gonna kill 'em all."

"Yeah, Dean, but you didn't." Sam said.

I nodded, smiling at the both of them. "And that's what matters."

Dean seemed unconvinced but smiled nonetheless. "Yeah…because you two are pains in my ass."

Sam laughed. "Then I guess we might have to stick around and be pains in the ass then."

I nodded and kissed the back of Dean's head. "Thanks."

I sat back at put my iPod earphones in my ears. "Don't mention it, I like being a pain in the ass."

Sam smiled at Dean and Dean chuckled. Things were back to normal. Well, at least as normal as supernatural could get.

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