A/N: So very sorry for the huge delay but I've been busy with my transition to college...Woo! Anyways hope you guys aren't too annoyed at me and well...here it is.

Chapter 3 - It's in the blood

Harry sat staring out the window in the newly restored Impala as Dean grinned like a maniac pushing the accelerator. "Woo! Just listen to my Baby purr" He said stroking the steering wheel

"You two need a room? Cos me and Harry could give you one" Sam teased looking at Harry who stared blankly at the passing scenery. "Harry?" He asked

"Huh?...Oh right um what were we taking about" He said snapping from his daze.

"Never mind, so what's the case Dean" Sam asked still keeping a slight eye on Harry who had not fully returned to full function. He had bags under his eyes reminding Sam of the times he would have nightmares about his old boyfriend. Was that what was wrong with him? Nightmares? Sam got them still, after all they were hunters things they saw and did would give any sane person nightmares. But, Harry would have come to them now. Wouldn't he?

"A couple of severed heads and mutilated cattle have turned up in Red lodge" Dean replied looking ahead with a smile that seemed permanently etched on his face.

"How far till we get there" Harry said, he was exhausted he just wanted to sleep but the car was difficult to get comfy in. He prayed they were close to a motel or something were he could just sleep.

"About 300 miles" Sam said flicking through the case file Dean had put together.

"Good" Dean said pushing down further on the gas pedal. Harry just thanked the lord that there were no other cars on the road or the road would probably be awash with blood.

Rubbing his temple he began to revert back to his thinking. Who was the voice? There had been no other sounds only that one time. No nightmares either, which was odd. Voldemort was long overdue for his visions sending time..But there was nothing. Night after night he had thought and poured over books concerning rituals like the one he had been forced to participate in. They offered a little information, but without knowing the specific ritual he went through there could be no telling just what any of it really meant for him.

They reached a motel in under half an hour with Deans suicidal speed. "So we need to go speak with sheriff now, are you gonna be good for a couple of hours" Dean asked

"Yeah Dean I'll be fine, I'm just gonna take a nap" Harry replied running a hand through his hair.

Trading a look with Dean, Sam spoke up "Uh...Harry, you know you can er talk to us about anything right" For a moment it looked as though Harry was about to say something. "I know...I'm fine" He said before slipping into the covers and turning away from his two older brothers. Sighing Dean motioned for him to follow.

"Dean, We can't keep letting him do that to himself" Sam said exasperated

"There's nothing we can do Sam, He's gonna have to come to us or not at all"

"But..."

"No Sam! We can't keep pushing him" Dean snapped quickly getting into his car and shutting the door effectively ending the conversation.

Harry listened as the Impala sped away towards the sheriff's office. Sighing he sat up and rubbed his eyes while pulling up his bag from the floor where it had been dumped when they entered the motel. Pulling it open he yanked out his notebook and two of the books he 'liberated' from Bobby's library.

He wasn't all that tired anyways.

"So, Vampires" Harry said as they entered the bar.

"Yep looks like" Dean replied sitting down at the bar and ordering two beers and a soda. While his brothers bartered with the bartender over information on the coven that had rolled into town Harry looked around the bar. In the corners there were the usual groups of men, bikers with thick beards and old leather. And then there were the office workers who came here to drown their sorrows in a pint of alcohol. Then his eyes rested on a man sat staring at them with a glass of half drunk beer.

Turning back after breaking eye contact he wished he had bothered to learn the mind reading spell Snape was so fond of. Leaning ever so slightly to Sam he whispered over the straw of his soda. "There is a guy watching us" When Sam nodded minutely and then looked at Dean they exited the bar and walked stealing a glance in a car's mirror Harry saw the same guy following them and doing a poor job of left he followed his brothers down an alley.

Gordon Walker was usually calm. Being a hunter like he was needed a level of calmness but when he locked eyes with that kid…a shiver ran down his spine. There was something weird about him, that much he knew. Maybe after the vampire scum where gone he would take a look at the kid further and if necessary eliminate the threat he posed. He watched him turn back to the two men he was with, the Winchesters it seemed. The three of them stood up and left the bar together. Abandoning his drink and smoke he followed making sure to keep himself hidden. Then as they turned down an alley, he followed.

Nothing, the alley was empty o any life. Carefully he walked a little further into the grimy looking pathway until a foot connected with his knee. Groaning he went down to be pulled up by two hands and pinned against the wall. "Smile" The oldest looking one said.

"What" Gordon said playing dumb

"Show us your teeth" The raven haired teen said

"Oh for heaven's sake I'm not a vampire so stick that" pointing with his chin to the knife "Somewhere else" Smirking Harry pulled his own out and pointed it at the mans crotch

"How about here, So why don't you tell us why you were just following us" The kid demanded

Cringing Gordon pulled back his gums revealing his teeth to the trio. "See, no fangs happy now?" He said "Now seriously kid move the knife it's making me itch" He said Reluctantly Harry and Sam let him go.

"So, who the hell are you" Dean asked.

"I'm Gordon Walker, A hunter like your daddy. And you must be Sam and Dean, Sorry about your old man he's got some big shoes to fill but from what I hear you've been doing all right. Great trackers, good in a tight spot"

"You seem to have done your research" Harry said looking at Gordon as they walked back to the parking lot.

"Word travels fast kid...Speaking of which who is the kid"

"I'm not a kid" Harry said firmly.

Smirking Dean replied "He's Harry our little brother" Nodding Gordon filed away the info in his head and continued

"Well, it's been swell meeting ya but I think I've got this" He said

"We could help you, you know two or...four heads gotta be better than one" Dean said

"Don't get me wrong guys it's been great meeting you but I'm more of a go-it-alone kinda guy" He said

"Come on, man, I've been itching for a hunt" Dean whined

"Sorry, but hey I hear there's a Chupacabra two states over" He said climbing into his car and shutting the door "Buy ya a drink on the flip side" He said before pulling away.

Harry sat in the bar looking at Dean. The way he had killed that vampire...His face, was pure anger. It made him shudder to think about it. He watched Gordon and Dean interact and saw Sam looking the same.

"You okay Harry" Dean asked

"I'm fine Dean" He said curtly

"Lighten up kid"

"I'm not a kid and I have a name" He said coldly to Gordon

Raising his hand in a sign of surrender Gordon said "Sorry, no offence meant I'm just trying to celebrate a little"

"Well sorry, I guess decapitating things aren't exactly my idea of a good time" Harry said and he saw Sam watching him a little concerned. He tried to convey his feelings to Sam in a look but it was either misinterpreted or he didn't see it. Either way, he was still a little frustrated at Dean.

"Oh come on, it's not like it was human" Gordon said shrugging it off "Try to have a little fun"

"Fun?" Harry said in disbelief

"See Harry, you could learn a thing or two from this guy" He said pointing at Gordon.

"Dean you...You know what forget it, I'm just gonna back to the motel" Harry said slamming his half full glass of Soda down

"Dean" Sam said watching Harry leave

"What? He wants to act all pissy that's his issue" Dean said before turning to Gordon "Tell you what how about I match you quarters for the next round"

The roadhouse was busy and Ellen was stressed, she had to deal with gruff truckers and big-headed for the majority and now she had to deal with a love-sick Nick as well. Jo was quick to try to remedy it by smacking him in the head whenever he drifted out of focus.

Sighing she scrubbed the bar top roughly working out her frustrations when she heard the phone ring behind her. Spinning around she tossed the rag down on the newly cleaned bar she picked up and said "Harvelles Roadhouse"

"Hey er...Ellen it's Harry, do you remember me" Harry said playing idly with the cord of the phone. In the roadhouse Ellen smiled at the boy who seemed to have entranced her nephew.

"I remember, How are you? You boys are good right?" She asked concerned.

"Yeah We're good just wanted to ask a question"

"Sure Shoot"

"You ever run into a hunter named Gordon Walker" Harry asked. There was a long pause before Ellen's voice broke through again

"Yeah I heard of him, good hunter...Why"

"We ran across him on a hunt and now we're sorta working with him"

"Don't"

"What...Why I thought he was a good hunter" Harry said worried about who exactly he had left alone with his two brothers.

"He is...But he's not exactly lenient on creatures or things that ain't normal" Ellen said with a knowing tone that shocked Harry. She knew? Under Deans and his dads advice he had limited the amount of magic he had done so word would not r

"And why would that be a problem" He said feigning ignorance

"Look, I may not exactly whats up but the things you and your brothers say got me thinking. So wanna tell me what" She asked

"That's a story for another time and not over the phone" Harry said hopefully delaying it for a later time

"I got whiskey at the bar and a lot of spare time" She said "But on Gordon Walker, get out. Let him finish the job you're on and then just get out Harry, he's dangerous to himself and everyone around him" She said before hanging up

Sighing he put down the motel phone and walked out the motel room and walked back to the bar. He would persuade Dean to get out-of-town and just leave Gordon Walker out of the equation.

Shivering at the icy wind that bit into his skin he pulled his jacket tighter around his body and walked back. Then a dark figure behind him grabbed him. Acting on instinct like Dean had told him to he elbowed the attackers stomach and kicked their legs. The figure released him and fell tot the floor. Panting he didn't see the other attacker coming behind him before he was pushed into a wall. Blackness engulfed him as he slumped to the floor.

Meanwhile...

Sam stared hard at the man known as Gordon Walker. Only black and White? Of course there were grey areas! Like Harry! He was able to do magic yet he wasn't evil or traded his soul to a demon like the ones his dad always talked about.

Things deserved a chance to live not just be killed because of what they were but Dean...He seemed to be agreeing. He seemed to have forgotten about Harry. Normally Sam would have been happy to correct him but with the way that Gordon went on about killing things and how both Dean and Sam were natural hunters and how it was in the blood.

Dean seemed to have just let everything slip away from him. And then it hit Sam, Gordon was their dad's replacement. In Deans eyes the similarities outweighed the vast differences.

They had to leave town and just let Gordon do what he needs to do and just leave. But if he knew Dean then it seemed that Gordon would be here for a very long time if he wanted to stay. That made Sam uneasy, the way he looked at Harry unnerved. Not out right looking but subtle glances like he was sizing him up for something and if Sam could hazard a guess it was that he had a suspicion that Harry wasn't exactly human and judging by his outspoken view tonight he would be high on his hit list if he ever did truly find out.

Sam just hoped they would be long gone before that was needed.

Harry woke with a sick sense of deja vu. A scratchy dirty sack was on his head and his hands were bound. Not bothering to try manually like he had before he added magic to his struggles hoping they would loosen before whatever took him, and he assumed Vampires, came back.

Then the woolen sack was pulled off and a man and a woman stood in front of him "Hello I'm Lenore and this is Eli, We're not gonna hurt you"

"Oh and kidnapping and tying me up in a creepy abandoned warehouse? Oh yeah that just screams friendly" He bit back still struggling with the ropes binding hid hands together, they were tougher to undo than the last time, obviously this coven had thought things through.

"We just wanna talk, we give our word" The man, Eli said holding his hands in a mock surrender

"Yeah well you're not the first Vampire's I've met and the last pair tried to kill me so sorry if your word isn't exactly good enough for me" He snapped at the pair still struggling with the ropes.

"We're not like the others" Lenore insisted "We don't and never have fed from humans"

"Well, considering if that were true you'd be dead"

"We drink the blood of cattle"

"The cattle mutilations...That was you" Harry said. Nodding Lenore smiled and then went to untie him. When she had she stepped back and said once again "So, we just want to talk"

"Why kill the cattle, there's a whole town here...Why the cattle and what about those heads int he morgue" He asked rubbing his sore wrist.

"Survival...We just want to live. No deaths, no missing locals, no reason for people like you to come looking for people like us. We blend in. Our kind is practically extinct. Turns out we weren't quite as high up the food chain as we imagined" She said "And the heads are our family" She added sadly

"It doesn't matter Lenore! We are leaving this town tonight" Eli snapped

"Wait...If you're leaving then why tell me anything"

"Because...I hope that if I do then you can persuade your brothers to stop with the hunt" She almost begged

"I can try" He said looking at Lenore sincerely. He knew he had to hep. For gods sake they weren't hurting anybody, even Dean had said the only body in the morgue where vampires. No, he would help and hey...If it got Gordon out of the picture then all the better in his opinion.

"Thank you, Eli and the others will take you back" She said nodding to Eli who ushered him to the van that had taken him here. Silently he sighed and settled in the seat wondering just how Dean would take this piece of news.

He had made it back to the motel and found Dean and Gordon hunched over a map of the town . "The idea I have is sketchy at best but it's all I got"

"Hey Harry" Sam said loudly from his place in a chair behind a book.

"Sam Dean I need to talk to you" When nobody made any attempt to move "Alone" He added looking hard at the other hunter in the room. Dean shrugged and turned to Gordon and said "You mind chillin' out for a few minutes"

At Gordon's positive response they moved outside to the parking lot and continued the discussion.

"We have to go" Harry said thinking saying it quicker and all at once would be easier.

"What, Why?" Dean asked "Where were you anyways"

"I was at the nest"

"You found them! Harry do you know how stupid and dangerous that was" Sam admonished when Dean said nothing

"I didn't find them they found me!" Harry said hotly back

"Where did they take you" Dean asked suddenly

"Some place across form a bridge" He answered quickly "I don't exactly where it was too dark after they let me go"

"Wait a minute they just let you go? Dude things like that don't just let you go" Dean said adamantly

"Well, they did but the thing is they're not killing humans they're not like other Vampires" Harry continued

"Well that's a load of crap, if they don't kill humans then what do they feed on" Dean snorted

"Animals...Those cattle mutilations? That was them" Harry countered

"So you're saying that they...No no way is that true. We find 'em and waste 'em end of story" Dean said firmly walking back to the room.

"Dean...I won't let you hurt them" Harry said loud enough to be heard

"Why the hell not? What part of Vampires do you now understand! That's our job we find anything supernatural and kill it" He said sounding like Gordon not a 1 hour ago.

"What...Like me" Harry asked softly

"What!"

"Dean...I'm not human...at least not fully remember. So if you kill things that are supernatural then why not me" He asked before turning around and running towards the place he remembered coming from.

"HARRY!" Sam shouted running towards him while Dean stood staring at the spot where Harry stood. Harry. His brother. His younger brother.

Running towards the motel room they found the door open and Gordon gone. "Crap! He's gonna after the nest" Dean snapped impatiently

"Wait Dean...How much do you think he heard" Sam asked

"Why are we even talking about this"

"Because Vampires might not be the only thing Gordon's hunting" Sam said grimly before both brothers ran towards the Impala and tore of in search of the Bridge Harry had talked about and then for Gordon's car.

Seeing Gordon's car parked out front they jump out and run inside to find Gordon with a knife and a jar of blood and a woman tied to a chair gasping in pain.

"Sam, Dean. Come on in" He said as though he was cooking dinner on a Friday night.

"Hey, Gordon what's going on here" Dean asked looking at the vampire and then at Gordon

"Poisoning Lenore with Dead mans blood...She's gonna give up her little friends want to help" He asked dragging the knife across her arm

"Whoa, whoa Gordon man you need to chill" Sam said

"I am chill Sam" He replied.

"Let. Her. Go" Harry snarled coming in through the door.

"It sound like I'm no the one who needs to chill" Gordon said before pulling a larger blade out from his bag "Freshly sharpened see? It's completely humane"

"Gordon, I'm warning you. Let her go" Harry said before Gordon walked over to him and punched him in the torso, gasping Harry fell to the floor. Smirking Gordon walked back to Lenore as Harry shakily stood to his feet.

"Or what?" He said before spinning to face Lenore with the knife held high. Flicking his hand Gordon was knocked back with an invisible force "I knew it! I knew you were one of the scum" He spat struggling against Harry's magic.

"What can I say...Normals overrated" Harry said simply before throwing Gordon into a wall which he slumped down, unmoving.

"Lenore" Harry said running to the vampires side after untying her he helped her with Sam to leave the warehouse.

"We'll be back soon" Sam said before they both left with the vampire supported between the two of them.

Nodding Dean turned back to Gordon who had climbed to his feet. Only Dean's instinctive duck saved him from the punch hat would have connected with his face.

"I can't believe it Dean...You of all people protecting one of them" Gordon spat

"You'd have done the same for your sister" Dean said as the two squared off against each other.

"Oh no Dean, That Fang didn't just kill her. He fucking turned her into one of the disgusting vermin" He spat "So you know what I did? I killed her"

"Well then...I guess we're not the same after all then" Dean said before kicking Gordon's knees. When the man fell tot he floor leaning down he elbowed his face sending the elder hunter into a daze. Then he slammed him into a wall knocking him out cold. Hauling the heavy mans body to the chair that previously held the vampire captive he tied the man down before walking outside to meet his brothers.

Harry winced as his ribs screamed in pain. Though, his brothers were much worse. Sam had a cats on his arm and Dean ha several bruises on his face. "Harry? Hit me" Dean said suddenly as they walked away from the motel and towards the car.

"What" Harry said in disbelief

"Harry...the things I said...You need to hit me, I wont even hit back see? A freebie" He said

"Dean...You look like dragon dung..I'm not gonna hit you" Harry said

"I just wish..God I wish I had never suggested this hunt" Dean said running his hands across his hair "I just jacked everything up"

"Dean..."

"No, I mean my whole life I've been hunting, what if...what if there were more like this...with things that didn't deserve to die" He said not looking into Harry's eyes

"You didn't kill Lenore" Harry pointed out

"But I wanted to" He rasped out "God every fiber of my being told me to just gank her"

"But you didn't Dean and that's what matters" Harry insisted

"I seem to remember that it was because of some stubborn ass kid brother of mine" Dean said

"Yeah well, I might have to stick around to be stubborn and kick your ass when you need it" Harry joked. Dean didn't saying anything he grabbed Harry in a head lock and mussed up his hair.

"You guys good?" Sam asked from inside the Impala as he pulled up towards them.

"Yeah...We're good" Dean said slipping into the driver's seat of his baby and tearing off towards the unknown as Harry smiled and buried the voice and any resemblance of it deep in his mind, Happy that for once...Things were good.