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It was the worst five minutes of Dean's life.

He figdetted and jittered in the darkness of the alleyway, his eyes fixed on the house, his hand straying towards his mobile every few moments. As if he could even call Sam - doing so might put his brother in danger. He had to give him at least five minutes. Five minutes. Then he could go in. He could tell that Lusing and the other vampires were getting extremely irritated with him, but he didn't care. The vampires could stuff it. All Dean cared about was getting Sam out of there as soon as possible. If only he could somehow see what was going on...

He checked his watch. Four minutes gone, one to go.

"Remember," he said quietly to Lusing. "We just need to keep Gordon busy. If you can kill him go ahead but the main point is-"

"To keep him busy, we know!" Lusing snapped back.

Dean scowled. "Just make sure you do," he muttered.

He glanced at his watch again. Only thirty seconds left. Enough waiting. He pulled his gun from his jacket and strode out of the alleyway. Lusing fell into step beside him, the three other vampires spreading out behind them. Dean swallowed hard. Its five against one, he reminded himself. Five against one. We can do this. They reached the house. Dean took a deep breath and stepped up to the door, rapping sharply on it with his knuckles. He heard footsteps, the sound of a bolt being drawn back, and then the door swung open. Gordon's eyes widened with surprise as he took in Dean, and then the vampires.

"What the-"

"Save it," Dean growled, and he lifted his gun. Gordon knocked his hand down, lurching forwards to hit him in the face - and chaos rushed in on them.

Dean stumbled backwards as Gordon's fist hit him in the face. The hunter didn't pause for a second - he grabbed a machette that had been hung somewhere near the door and sprinted out of the house, swiping at the nearest vampire. As Dean recovered and stepped forwards, Gordon lifted the machette high and brought it down on the neck of one of the other vampires. The headless body jerked for a few moments and then fell to the ground.

Silence fell.

Lusing and the other two vampires stared down at the corpse of their companion, frozen in horror. Gordon kicked the head aside and lifted the machette again, running his tongue over his lips.

"Who's next then?" he demanded. "Come on, fangs. Who's next?"

The vampires looked quickly at one another. The uncertainty in their gazes sent a jolt of panic through Dean, and he stepped forwards.

"Hey, c'mon," he cried, looking from one vampire to the next. "We can do this!"

Lusing was staring at the corpse, his mouth hanging open slightly. Then, suddenly, he shook his head. "Go," he whispered hoarsely.

The two vampires beside him didn't wait to be told twice; they turned and sprinted into the darkness, vanishing in seconds. Lusing stepped backwards, lifting his hands.

"Lusing!" Dean yelled, fury racing through him. "You bloody traitor!"

Lusing shot him a panicked glance. "I found you Opium," he mumbled. "Don't ask me to die for you too."

He turned away and followed his colony at a run. Dean whirled to face Gordon, who was lifting the machette again.

"Well, Dean? Where's ickle Sammy? Looks like you could do with some backup."

Dean glared at him, lifting his gun again. "Sam isn't here. You really think I'd let him come within a mile of you?"

Gordon shook his head. "Poor Dean, so predictable. Of course Sam's here. My guess is he's snuck to rescue our fanged friend while you keep me distracted. Am I right?"

Dean forced a laugh. It sounded high and scared, not at all as he would have hoped. "No."

Gordon sighed in mock despair. "I guess after I kill you, I'll have to go and find Sammy. And don't worry... I'll be very careful to kill him properly this time."

Dean swung his gun up again, and Gordon's machette whistled towards his hand. He leapt out of the way just in time, but the tip of the blade nicked his wrist and he dropped the gun, gasping in pain. Gordon was on him in a second, machette pulled back to attack. Dean grabbed the hunter's arm and forced it upwards, bringing his knee up into his stomach at the same time. Gordon let go of his weapon but even as Dean drew back his hand to hit the man in the face, Gordon threw himself forwards and carried them both to the ground. He hit Dean once, twice; Dean felt his lip split, felt blood dribbling into one eye. Gordon fastened his hands around Dean's neck and suddenly the air vanished. Dean gasped for breath, struggling desperately.

"Its a real shame it had to come to this, Dean," Gordon said through clenched teeth. "I did like you, Dean. But you've let yourself be blinded by Sam. You're not a hunter anymore."

Dean turned his head. His gun was lying nearby. He flung out his hand, his fingertips brushing the smooth handle. Black dots danced before his eyes and he choked, darkness opening up to claim him - and his hand closed over his gun. There was no time to aim. Instead, he just brought the gun up as fast as he could. It connected with Gordon's skull and the hands around his neck vanished as the hunter cried out in pain. Dean sucked in a huge gulp of air, scrambling up on his knees and swaying, trying to get a grip on himself again. Gordon rose unsteadily to his feet and Dean felt a rush of satisfaction to see blood coursing down the side of his face from a wound on his head. He lifted his gun, but his vision was still swamped with black and he couldn't aim. Gordon reached him easily and wrenched the gun from his hand, and then returned the favour. Brilliant white exploded before Dean's eyes as the butt of the gun connected with his face, and he felt warm blood on his cheekbone. Gordon's voice floated through the fog.

"You're brother's evil, Dean. If you won't do something to stop him, then I will."

Dean forced his eyes open panting hard as if he had just run a race. He rolled his head to the side, horribly aware of the thick liquid running down his face. Through his wavering vision he could just see Gordon vanishing through the doorway of the house.

No...

(And back to where the last chapter ended... :D)

Sam stepped forwards - and the kitchen door banged open. Sam whirled around, still clutching Opium. Gordon stood in the doorway, blood caking the side of his head. His teeth were bared in fury and his hands were shaking. Before Sam could even speak, Gordon lifted his gun and took aim, his eyes filled with a murderous hatred which clearly told Sam what was going to happen next.

Sam moved instantly. As the gunshot snapped through the air like a whip crack, Sam threw himself and Opium to the floor. The vampire curled into a ball, hissing with agony. A sharp pain stung the side of Sam's face and for a moment he thought that he must have been too late, that Gordon's bullet had found its mark. And then, as he landed on the floor and scrambled up to his knees, he realized that the bullet had actually clipped the side of his head. It had actually been that close... he forced himself not to think about it as he rose to his feet. Gordon was aiming again. Sam sprinted forwards and grabbed his wrist, forcing it upwards so that the bullet flew over his head and hit the ceiling instead.

"End of the line, Sam," Gordon snarled, practically spitting with rage. "You're not hurting anyone else."

"Neither are you!" Sam replied heatedly.

He was the same height as Gordon, and they were almost evenly matched in strength. They struggled against one another, caught in balance.

"Been here before," Gordon hissed.

The memory of Lenore hit Sam hard and he bit his lip. He and Dean had sided with vampires more than once - Dean. The sudden flare of panic set him off guard and Gordon shoved forwards. Sam slammed back against the cupboards and his head swung. Gordon pressed his forearm against Sam's throat, lifting his gun again, smirking triumphantly.

"Where's Dean?" Sam rasped. "What did you do?"

"He's be fine," Gordon replied. "Can't say the same for you."

He cocked the gun and pressed it against Sam's temple. Sam's breathing hitched with fear: this was the end. There was no way he could escape this. Gordon's finger tightened on the trigger... and Opium appeared behind him and grabbed him by the shoulders. Sam saw the fierce hunger and bloodlust in the vampire's eyes, the primitive hunting nature in the instant before Opium sank his fangs into Gordon's neck. Gordon let go of Sam at once, allowing the Winchester to drop to the floor, and failed wildly but Opium held on grimly. The two of them sank to the floor, Gordon still struggling weakly, Opium gripping him with vice-like fingers. Sam scrambled up to his feet, rubbing his neck, and then looked up as the front door banged open.

"S-Sam?" Dean's voice called.

Sam actually trembled with relief as he staggered over to the door. Dean appeared at the same moment. Blood was rushing down his face from a deep gash on his cheekbone and a small cut on his lip, bruises darkening on his pale skin. He was swaying, clearly in shock.

"Sammy?"

Sam reached out to grip his brother's arm. "Dean! You okay?"

"Yeah, you?"

"Fine..." Sam turned around to look for Opium, but the vampire had already let go of Gordon. He was crouched on his knees, breathing hard, blood flowing down over his chin. Gordon had gone limp, apparently unconscious. Opium looked up at them.

"Mm not... killin' no one," he rasped.

Sam nodded and stepped forwards to pull him up to his feet, supporting him once more as Opium fell against him.

"C'mon," he said, looking from the vampire to Dean and back again. "Let's just get out of here."

Dean nodded and together they stumbled out of the house and into the night.

Another chapter done... I won't be able to update for a while because as of Friday my life gets VERY complicated! I'll do my best!

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