Amie watched as Dean pressed the gum gently. A tooth appeared; a sharp, pointy tooth.
"Dean, that's a tooth," Amie breathed.
"That's a fang. Retractable set of vampire fangs," Dean said, looking at Sam seriously. "You gotta be kidding me."
"Well, this changes things," Sam replied. Amie swallowed, staring at the fangs. It had been fangs like those that had killed her mother.
"Ya think?"
Amie took a deep breath and walked out, taking off her white coat, which was too big for her anyway.
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"Amie?" Dean called, walking into their hotel room. "Baby, you here?"
The room was trashed. Covers on the floor, lamp on it's side.
Amie walked out of the bathroom, breathing heavily. "Dean, vampires. Whatever this is, whatever's happening, I want in."
"What?" He asked, confused. He noticed a knife in her hand as she pushed past him.
"Vampires. I wanna kill as many of 'em as I can."
"Amie, wait," Dean stammered, following her. He had expected her to be put off the case, not attracted to it.
She whipped around and faced him.
"Dad never let me kill one. My mum... My mum was the best. One of those fucking monsters killed her. I wanna send 'em straight to hell; I wanna kill them, worse than I've ever wanted to kill anything," she whispered.
"Okay."
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Amie pressed the saw down on the vampire's neck as blood splattered across her face. There was a moment of silence, in which she wasn't as satisfied as she had expected to be.
"So I guess I gotta buy you a drink now," the man said, staring at Amie in awe.
Behind him Dean looked shocked, Sam disgusted.
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"You gave him one hell of a hair cut," Gordon smiled.
"Well, thanks," Amie smiled. Dean smirked proudly, staring at her.
Amie and Gordon continued to talk while Dean and Sam sat in silence, Dean happily drinking.
"You alright there, Sammy?" Dean asked, taking a sip of beer.
"I'm fine."
"Lighten up a bit, Sammy," Gordon smiled. Sam squinted at him.
"Dean's the only one who can call me that."
"C'mon, Sammy," Amie teased.
"It's okay," Gordon interrupted. "No offence meant, but I'll stop. Just celebrating a job well done."
"Decapitations aren't my idea of a good time, I guess," he said icily.
"Sammy, they're vampires. They're scum," Amie spat out.
"It's not like they're human."
"See?" Amie exclaimed, gesturing to Gordon. "You two could learn something from him."
"I guess I could. Listen, I'm gonna go to bed. Don't wanna ruin the mood," Sam said, standing up. He walked away without a glance back.
"I'll run after him," Dean said, getting up.
"Sammy," he said, stopping him outside in the car park. "You okay?"
"Yeah, Gordon's a bit of a dick, so," he smiled.
"I know. But he's a good hunter."
"He's a monster."
"Amie did the same. I killed before, Sam, that make me a monster too?"
"You don't gloat about it. Amie? What is she doing in there?" Sam asked, furrowing his brow.
"Wha'd'ya mean?"
"Amie's blood thirsty. She's different... Like she enjoys the kill."
"Her mum was killed by a vampire, it's personal," Dean said defensively.
"Dean, not just that. It's almost like she... I don't know. All I know is you can't fill a hole with murders. Anyway, what was she doing back there? It was like she was flirting with him or something."
Dean's blood boiled. He had seen it too, but chosen to ignore it.
"Listen, I'm gonna go back to them. You okay to go back to the hotel?"
"Sure, Dean. Listen," Sam said, grabbing Dean's arm as he turned away. "It isn't Amie's fault."
"I know," Dean swallowed. He wasn't sure if he believed that, but he would trust Amie; he would follow her to the end of the line.
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"Gordon," Amie whispered, standing on the other side of Lenore, who was bleeding badly. "Gordon, she's telling the truth... She isn't killing anyone, let's just let her go."
"What?" He asked, looking up at her confused.
"Gordon... They're not hurting anyone."
"You think that makes her good? You think she deserves to live?" He asked seriously.
"You... You know and you still wanna kill her?" Amie asked, shocked. She hated vampires more than your average hunter; but this... Thing was innocent.
"I knew all along. They're still monsters."
"Gordon, put the knife down. We need to let her go," Amie said in a brave voice. Gordon stood up straight, his brown eyes staring directly into her light blue ones.
He suddenly grabbed her arm and placed his blade against her wrist.
"Gordon!" She exclaimed, gasping and trying not to make any sudden movements.
"Gordon, you son of a bitch!" Amie heard Dean's voice exclaim from the doorway. She looked over to see Dean, his green eyes angry and protective. Sam stood behind him, holding a gun.
"I'm not gonna hurt her," Gordon said calmly. "I'm just proving a point."
Amie took a sharp breath as Gordon ran the sharp metal against her wrist. Blood began to drip onto Lenore's face and her teeth grew, her face growing ravenous.
But then something shifted. She took a deep breath and became calm, her fangs retracting.
"No, no, no, no," she repeated over and over again.
"See, Gordon? Let her go," Sam said, stepping forward.
"She's still a vampire. A blood sucker, she's dirty."
"Look, I'm sorry one killed your sister. My mum was killed by one too," Amie said in a shaky voice, her eyes fixed upon the freshly sharpened blade that was dangerously close to her wrist.
"The vampire didn't kill her," he said. "He turned her into one of them. So I killed her."
Amie swallowed, unable to say anything. Her heart was beating too rapidly.
"Let them both go," Dean warned, stepping closer still.
"You get any closer and I spill her blood all over this vamp's face," Gordon snarled.
Sam lifted the gun higher.
"Gordon, you forget what's at stake here. You think you can move quicker than I can pull the trigger? Let Amie go."
Gordon slowly released Amie's wrist.
"Dean, take Lenore outside, safe," Amie said immediately. She picked up her own knife once more.
Sam began to untie Lenore. "Dean, I need some help. They busted up her legs pretty bad."
"I'm not leaving Amie," he responded, his gun still pointed at Gordon.
"Dean do it. This is my mess to clean," Amie said evenly. Dean strode over to help Sam carry Lenore out, her mangled body making Amie feel guilty.
"Listen, Gordon, this is hard for me to believe as well. But maybe things aren't as black and white as they seemed."
"Come on Amie, you're not like Sam and Dean. Dean's born to be a hunter, but you and me... We're born to be killers."
"No. No, Gordon," Amie smiled, kicking Gordon in the chest. "I'm nothing like you," she smiled as Gordon fell onto the floor. He reacted quickly, using her legs to swipe hers from under her. Amie fell to the floor, having to slide her knife away so she didn't land on it.
"I thought you were different Amie," Gordon grunted, sitting up and pinning Amie to the floor. She struggled, but Gordon was much larger than her.
"I thought you saw the world as black and white, like me," he said, sitting on top of her and punching her in the nose, making her eyes water.
"Stop it, Gordon!" She shouted, struggling to get away. "I'm not the enemy."
"Well, you're helping the bloodsucker. So you're bad. So you have to be taught a lesson, or killed."
Amie screamed as Gordon pulled her up roughly by the hair then slammed her back down again, causing her to go dizzy.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean yelled as he rugby tackled Gordon, easily dragging him off of Amie.
His eyes were fierce, and as Sam ran over to help Amie, he flung Gordon into the chair.
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Dean and Amie walked into the hotel room, having payed for their own, meaning they didn't have to share with Sam.
"You okay?" Dean asked Amie as she wiped away the last of the blood under her nose.
"Yeah," she sighed.
"Good. Then I need to talk to you," Dean said, folding his arms. Amie stopped and looked directly at him, swallowing.
"About what?"
"You. Your attitude these past few days."
"C'mon Dean," Amie smiled. "This case... Was important to me. Remember when we caught the demon that killed your mum? Well, this was like my turn."
"I know. But you scared me, Amie. Not like any time before. You were like... A monster."
"What?"
"You. You were bloodthirsty... And you with Gordon? Amie, it was as if you... Liked him or something," he said, blushing slightly. He looked down at the floor.
"Dean... You're jealous?"
"No," he said quickly, his face dark.
"Dean..." Amie said, walking close to him. "I only want you. You know that."
He stared down at her. "I know."
"I love you," she whispered, wrapping her arms round his neck.
"Love you too. But I'm still mad," he said, looking directly into her eyes.
"Well, you can give me a quick spank and maybe then you'll feel better," she smiled cheekily. Dean grinned, his eyes lighting up.
"Well, you have been naughty," he mumbled, all previous worries gone. He slapped her bum once, hard, then kissed her.
Amie pulled her face close to her, kissing him passionately. He lifted her up easily and she wrapped her legs around him.
Dean broke away. "This doesn't mean I'm not really pissed at you," he whispered.
"Well, we'll just have to change that won't we," Amie smirked.