Red Lodge, Montana
Forest - Night
Third Person POV
August 18, 2006
A young woman is running through a dark forest. Creepy music. She trips and falls. She stops behind a tree and her pursuer runs past. Relaxing, thinking she's safe, she steps out. A large hook appears and slices her head off.
Road Day
August 19, 2006
Lorelai POV
The cars zoom up a 2-lane, driven by Dean, Harry, Razzi, Laila, and I. Dean is in a good mood, grooving along to his music. Several gratuitous shots of the shininess of the 1967 Impala.
"Whoo! Listen to her purr! Have you ever heard anything so sweet?" Dean says.
"You know, if you two wanna get a room, just let me know, Dean." Sam tells Dean.
"Oh, don't listen to him, baby. He doesn't understand us." Dean tells the car.
Sam laughs. "You're in a good mood." Sam tells Dean-o.
"Why shouldn't I be?" Dean asks Sammy, I am hearing this this thanks to Gwen calling me.
"No reason." Sam tells Dean.
"Got my car, got a case, things are looking up." Dean tells Sammy.
"Wow. Give you a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows and you're Mister Sunshine." Sam tells Dean.
"You are a grim one Dean." I tell big bro.
Dean laughs. "How far to Red Lodge?" Dean asks Sammy.
"Uh, about another three hundred miles." Sammy tells him.
"Good." Dean says and he floors it.
Inside the Sheriff's Office - Day
In Red Lodge, a sheriff with an impressive mustache is talking to Sam, Harry, Razzi, Dean, Laila and I, who are posing as reporters.
"The murder investigation is ongoing, and that's all I can share with the press at this time." the sheriff tells us.
"Sure, sure, we understand that, but just for the record, you found the first, uh, head last week, correct?" Sam asks the Sheriff.
"Mm-hmm." the Sheriff tells us.
"Okay, and the other, a uh, Christina Flanigan," Sam asks the Sheriff.
"That was two days ago. Is there -" the Sheriff starts to ask us. A young woman knocks on the door, points at her watch. "Oh. Sorry boys, time's up, we're done here." the Sheriff tells us.
"One last question -" I ask the Sheriff.
"Yeah, what about the cattle?" Laila asks the Sheriff.
"Excuse me?" the sheriff asks us.
"You know, the cows found dead, split open, drained ... over a dozen cases." Dean tells the Sheriff.
"What about them?" the sheriff asks us.
"So, you don't think there's a connection?" Raziel asks the five oh.
"Connection ... with...?" the sheriff asks us.
"First cattle mutilations, now two murders? Kinda sounds like ritual stuff." Sam says.
"You know, like satanic cult ritual stuff?" Dean asks the Sheriff.
The sheriff laughs.
"You - you're not kidding." he says, looking at us.
"No." Dean tells the Sheriff.
"Those cows aren't being mutilated. You wanna know how I know?" the sheriff asks us.
"How?" Laila and Sam ask.
"Because there's no such thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops, leave it in the sun, within forty-eight hours the bloat will split it open so clean it's just about surgical. The bodily fluids fall down into the ground and get soaked up because that's what gravity does. But, hey, it could be Satan. What newspaper did you say you work for?" the sheriff asks us.
"World Weekly News..." Dean says and I face palm.
"Weekly World News." Sam says.
"World -" Dean starts to say.
"Weekly World -" Sam tries to correct Dean.
"Weekly... I'm new." Dean tells the Sheriff.
"Get out of my office." the Sheriff tells us.
Inside the Hospital
Sam POV
Dean and I enter the morgue, still wearing our shirts and ties from the previous scene but now also in white lab coats. The intern on duty has a name tag that reads "J. Manners." Dean looks at it, calculating.
"John." Dean says.
"Jeff." Jeff tells him.
"Jeff. I know that. Dr. Dworkin needs to see you in his office right away." Dean tells Jeff.
"But Dr. Dworkin's on vacation." Jeff says.
"Well, he's back. And he's pissed, and he's screaming for you, man, so if I were you I would..." Dean says, and whistles.
Jeff runs away.
"Okay." Dean says. "Hey, those satanists in Florida, they marked their victims, didn't they?" Dean asks me.
"Yeah, reversed pentacle on the forehead." I tell Dean.
"Yeah. So much f'd up crap happens in Florida." Dean tells me.
Dean hands me a pair of latex gloves and puts on a pair of his own; I open a compartment and wheels out a corpse; there's a box between its legs.
"All right, open it." Dean tells me.
"You open it." I tell Dean, pushing the box towards to him.
"Wuss." Dean tells me.
Dean carries the box over to another table and flips off the lid, grimacing. I approach, cringing.
"Well, no pentagram." Dean says, looking at the forehead.
"Wow. Poor girl." I say.
"Maybe we should, uh, you know, look in her mouth, see if those wackos stuffed anything down her throat. You know, kinda like the moth in Silence of the Lambs." Dean says.
"Yeah, here, go ahead." I say, pushing the box to Dean.
"No, you go ahead." Dean tells me, pushing the box to me.
"What?" I ask.
"Put the lotion in the basket." Dean says, quoting Silence of the Lambs.
"Right, yeah, I'm the wuss, huh? Whatever." I tell Dean.
I steel myself and start poking my fingers into the mouth.
"Dean, get me a bucket?" I ask Dean.
"You find something?" Dean asks me.
"No, I'm going to puke." I tell him.
"Wait, lift the lip up again?" Dean asks me.
"What? You want me to throw up, is that it?" I ask him.
"No, no, no, I think I saw something." Dean tells me. He pulls back the lip. "What is that, a hole?" Dean asks me.
Dean presses on the gum and a narrow, sharp tooth descends.
"It's a tooth." I tell Dean.
"Sam, that's a fang. Retractable set of vampire fangs. You gotta be kidding me." Dean tells me.
"Well, this changes things." I tell him.
"Ya think?" Dean asks me.
Bar - Night
Dean POV
Sam, Dean, Harry, Razzi, Laila and I pull up near a local bar, and go around to park.
Inside the Bar
Dean, Sam, Harry, Razzi, Laila, and I approach the bar; a man (Gordon) sitting at a table to one side is watching us.
"How's it going?" Dean asks the bartender.
"Living the dream. What can I get for you?" the bartender asks.
"Two beers for me and my brother, Harry and Razzi will have Pepsi and Root Beer, and our sisters Coke and Dr. Pepper, please." Dean tells the bartender.
"Can we also get for Laila a cheeseburger with a big side of fries and for me, a steak, with a salad?" I ask the bartender, putting the cash down.
"So, we're looking for some people." Sam tells the bartender.
"Sure. Hard to be lonely." the bartender tells them.
"Yeah. But um, that's not what I meant." Sam tells the bartender. Sam pulls out a $50 bill, fingering it, and drops it on the bar; The bartender looks at it, then takes it.
"Right. So, these, these people, they would have moved here about six months ago, probably pretty rowdy, like to drink..." Sam tells the bartender.
"Yeah, real night owls, you know? Sleep all day, party all night." Dean tells the bartender.
"Barker farm got leased out a couple months ago. Real winners. They've been in here a lot - drinkers. Noisy. I've had to 86 them once or twice." the bartender tells us.
"Thanks." Dean tells the bartender.
Sam and Dean leave their half-finished beers on the table and leave. We leave shortly after we finish up our meal. The man who was watching us is gone, a smoldering cigarette left behind. As Dean, Sam, Harry, Razzi, Laila and I leave, the man watches, then stalk us. We go down an alley, he follows. He loses sight of us and turns. Dean and Sam are suddenly there, pinning him to the wall, Dean with a knife at his throat.
"Smile." Dean tells Gordon.
"What?" he asks Dean.
"Show us those pearly whites." Dean tells Gordon.
"Oh, for the love of - you want to stick that thing someplace else? I'm not a vampire." Gordon tells Dean.
Sam frowns.
"Yeah, that's right. I heard you guys in there." Gordon tells us.
"What do you know about vampires?" Sam asks Gordon.
"How to kill them. Now seriously, bro. That knife's making me itch." Gordon tells us.
Dean cocks his head. The man starts to pull away, Sam pins him harder.
"Whoa. Easy there, Chachi." he tells Sam. He slowly brings his right hand to his lip, pulls it back, revealing normal gums.
"See? Fangless. Happy?" he asks Sam.
Dean lets up.
"Now. Who the hell are you?" Gordon asks us.
Parking Lot
At the man's car, he pulls out his arsenal, which includes the large hook that decapitated the two vampires.
"Sam, Dean, Laila and Lorelai Winchester. I can't believe it. You know I met your old man once? Hell of a guy. Great hunter. I heard he passed. I'm sorry. It's big shoes. But from what I hear you guys' fill 'em. Great trackers, good in a tight spot -" Gordon tells us.
"You seem to know a lot about our family." Dean tells Gordon.
"Word travels fast. You know how hunters talk." he tells Dean.
"No, we don't, actually." Dean tells Gordon.
"I guess there's a lot your dad never told you, huh?" Gordon asks Dean.
"So, um, so those two vampires, they were yours, huh?" Sam asks Gordon.
"Yep. Been here two weeks." he tells us.
"Did you check out that Barker farm?" Dean asks him.
"It's a bust. Just a bunch of hippie freaks. Though they could kill you with that patchouli smell alone." Gordon tells us.
"Where's the nest, then?" Dean asks Gordon.
"I got this one covered. Look, don't get me wrong. It's a real pleasure meetin' you fellas. But I've been on this thing over a year. I killed a fang back in Austin, tracked the nest all the way up here. I'll finish it." Gordon tells us.
"Arse." I whisper, but he hears and glares at me.
"We could help." Dean tells Gordon.
"Thanks, but uh, I'm kind of a go-it-alone type of guy." Gordon tells us.
"Come on, man, I"ve been itching for a hunt." Dean tells the arse.
"Sorry. But hey, I hear there's a Chupacabra two states over. You go ahead and knock yourselves out." Gordon tells us as he gets in his car.
"It was real good meeting you, though. I'll buy you a drink on the flip side." Gordon tells us.
He drives off.
Inside the Mill
August 20, 2006
Sam POV
A man is sitting in the quiet mill, alone. He hears a noise, starts investigating. He goes up to the roof, pulls out a crowbar. A crow flies at his head, startling him. He relaxes, then turns around to find...
Gordon attacking him with a machete. The man extends his fangs. They struggle near an electric saw; the vampire turns it on, pinning Gordon down below it, nearly decapitating him until...
I pull him to safety; Dean attacks the vampire, getting him pinned under the electric saw. He lowers the saw, decapitating him. Dean is sprayed with blood.
"So uh, I guess I gotta buy you that drink." Gordon tells Dean.
I stare at Dean, stunned.
Inside the Bar
Laila POV
Gordon, Dean, Sam, Harry, Razzi, Lore, and I are sitting around a table in the bar. A waitress brings them another round, Dean reaches for his wallet.
"No, no, I got it." Gordon tells us.
"Come on." Dean says to Gordy.
"I insist." he tells us. then "Thank you, sweetie." he tells the waitress.
He raises his shot glass. "Another one bites the dust." Gordy tells us and I roll my eyes.
"That's right." Dean tells him.
Dean and Gordon drink a toast; Sam, Harry, Razzi, Lore, and I are sitting back, arms folded.
"Dean." Gordy says, laughing. "You gave that big-ass fang one hell of a haircut, my friend." he says.
"Thank you." Dean tells the arse.
"That was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful." Gordy tells Dean-o.
"Yep. You all right, Sammy?" Dean asks Sammy.
"I'm fine." Sam lies.
"Well, lighten up a little, Sammy." the arse says, and my face darkens, and I punch the table, causing everyone to backup.
"They're the only one who gets to call me that." Sammy says with a tilt of his head and looks wearily at me.
"Okay. No offense meant. Just celebrating a little. Job well done." Gordy says.
"Right. Well, decapitations aren't my idea of a good time, I guess." Sam tells Gordy.
"Oh, come one, man, it's not like it was human. You've gotta have a little more fun with your job." Gordy tells Sammy.
"See? That's what I've been trying to tell him. You could learn a thing or two from this guy." Dean tells Sammy.
"Yeah, I bet I could. Look, we're not gonna bring you guys down. I'm just gonna go back to the motel." Sam, Lore, Harry, I, and Razzi tell Dean.
"You sure?" he asks all of us.
"Yeah." we tell him.
"Sammy? Remind me to beat that buzzkill out of you guys later, all right?" Dean tells Sammy.
He tosses Sam the keys.
"Something I said?" Gordy asks.
"Nah, nah, they just gets that way sometimes. Tell you what. Match you quarters for the next round." Dean tells Gordon.
Inside Sam's Motel's Room
Sam POV
I return to the motel room and drop the keys on a hook.
Inside the Bar
Dean POV
"... So. I pick up this crossbow. And I hit that ugly sucker with a silver-tipped arrow right in his heart. Sammy's waiting in the car, and uh, me and my dad take the thing into the woods, burn it to a crisp. I'm sitting there and looking into the fire, and I'm thinking to myself, I'm sixteen years old. Most kids my age are worried about pimples, prom dates. I'm seeing things that they'll never even know. Never even dream of. So right then, I just sort of -" I start to end.
"Embraced the life?" Gordon asks me.
"Yeah." I tell him.
"Yeah." he says to me.
"Yeah. How'd you get started?" I ask him.
"First time I saw a vampire I was barely eighteen. Home alone with my sister. I hear the window break in her room. I grab my dad's gun, run in, try to get it off her. Too late. So, I shoot the damn thing. Which of course is about as useful as snapping it with a rubber band. It rushes me, picks me up, flings me across the room, knocks me out cold. When I wake up, the vampire's gone, my sister's gone." he tells me.
"And then?" I ask him.
"Then... try explaining that one to your family. So, I left home. And then bummed around looking for information: how you track 'em, how you kill 'em. And I found that fang - it was my first kill." Gordon tells me.
"Sorry about your sister." I tell Gordon.
"Yeah. She was beautiful. I can still see her, you know? The way she was. But hey, that was a long time ago. I mean, your dad. It's gotta be rough." Gordon tells me.
"Yeah. Yeah, you know. He was just one of those guys. Took some terrible beatings, just kept coming. So, you're always thinking to yourself, he's indestructible. He'll always be around; nothing can kill my dad. Then just like that" I say and snap my fingers. "He's gone. I can't talk about this to Sammy or any of my siblings. You know, I gotta keep my game face on." I tell Gordon and clear my throat. "But, uh, the truth is I'm not handling it very well. Feel like I have this -" I start to say.
"Hole inside you? And it just gets bigger and bigger and darker and darker? Good. You can use it. Keeps you hungry. Trust me. There's plenty out there needs killing, and this'll help you do it. Dean, it's not a crime to need your job." he tells me.
Inside Roadhouse
Third Person POV
The roadhouse is crowded, Ellen is working behind the bar. She hears the phone ring and picks up.
"Harvelle's Roadhouse." Ellen answers.
Inside Sam's Motel Room
Sam POV
"Hey, Ellen, uh, Sam Winchester." I tell Ellen over the phone.
"Sam, it's good to hear from you. You boys and girls are okay, aren't you?" Ellen asks me.
"Yeah. Yeah, everything's fine. Got a question." I tell Ellen over the phone.
"Yeah, shoot." Ellen tells me.
"You ever run across a guy named Gordon Walker?" I ask her over the phone.
"Yeah, I know Gordon." Ellen tells me.
"And?" I ask Ellen over the phone.
"Well, he's a real good hunter. Why are you asking, sweetie?" Ellen asks me.
"Well, we ran into him on a job and we're kinda working with him, I guess." I tell her over the phone.
"Don't do that, Sam." Ellen tells me over the phone.
"I - I thought you said he was a good hunter." I tell her over the phone.
"Yeah, and Hannibal Lecter's a good psychiatrist. Look, he is dangerous to everyone and everything around him. If he's working on a job, you boys just let him handle it and you move on." she tells me over the phone.
"Ellen -" I start to say.
"No, Sam? You - just listen to what I'm telling you, okay?" she asks me over the phone.
"Right, okay." I tell her.
Inside the Bar - Night
Dean POV
"Know why I love this life?" Gordon asks me.
"Hmm?" I ask.
"It's all black and white. There's no maybe. You find the bad thing, kill it. See, most people spend their lives in shades of gray. Is this right? Is that wrong? Not us." Gordon tells me.
"Not sure Sammy would agree with you, but uh..." I start to tell him.
"Doesn't seem like your brother's much like us." Gordon tells me.
I stare at him, startled.
"I'm not saying he's wrong. Just different. But you and me? We were born to do this. It's in our blood." he tells me.
I look thoughtful.
Motel Parking Lot - Motel Room
Sam POV
I buy a soda from a vending machine and start walking back to the room. I pause as if I hear something, and I cautiously open the door, and I look around. I get inside and lean against the door, relieved. Suddenly a dark figure jumps me from behind. I knock my first attacker down, then the second; the first attacker rises up behind me and slams a heavy telephone into the back of my head, knocking me out.
Bridge
The truck crosses a bridge.
Inside the Farmhouse
I am bound to a chair and gagged, a sack over my head; it's pulled off by the bartender from earlier. He shows a lot of fangs and advances on me, and I struggle.
As the vampire advances on me, a woman appears in the doorway.
"Wait! Step back, Eli." the woman tells Eli, the bartender.
Eli pulls back, his fangs retracting. The woman walks over and pulls off my gag.
"My name's Lenore. I'm not going to hurt you. We just need to talk." Lenore introduces herself.
"Talk? Yeah, okay, but I might have a tough time paying attention to much besides Eli's teeth." I tell Lenore.
"He won't hurt you either. You have my word." she tells me.
"Your word? Oh yeah, great, thanks. Listen lady, no offense but you're not the first vampire I've met." I tell Lenore.
"We're not like the others. We don't kill humans, and we don't drink their blood. We haven't for a long time." Lenore tells me.
"What is this, some kind of joke?" I ask her.
"Notice you're still alive." she tells me.
"Okay, uh, correct me if I'm wrong here, but shouldn't you be starving to death?" I ask Lenore.
"We've found other ways. Cattle blood." Lenore tells me.
"You're telling me you're responsible for all the -" I start to ask.
"It's not ideal, in fact it's disgusting. But - it allows us to get by." Lenore tells me.
"Okay, uh, why?" I ask her.
"Survival. 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." Lenore tells me.
"Why are we explaining ourselves to this killer?" Eli asks Lenore.
"Eli!" Lenore reprimands Eli.
"We choke on cow's blood so that none of them suffer. Tonight, they murdered Conrad and they celebrated. Why your sisters weren't part of it, I plan to find out." Eli says.
"Leave them out of it! They're pregnant! Okay!" I tell Eli. Eli has a shocked look.
"Eli, that's enough." Lenore tells Eli.
"Yeah, Eli, that's enough." I tell Eli.
"What's done is done. We're leaving this town tonight." Lenore tells me.
"Then why did you bring me here? Why are you even talking to me?" I ask her.
"Believe me, I'd rather not. But I know your kind. Once you have the scent, you'll keep tracking us. It doesn't matter where we go. Hunters will find us." Lenore tells me.
"So, you're asking us not to follow you." I ask her.
"We have a right to live. We're not hurting anyone." she tells me.
"Right, so you keep saying, but give me one good reason why I should believe you." I tell Lenore.
"Fine." Lenore says and she gets in my face. "You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to let you go." she tells me.
I look at her, startled.
"Take him back. Not a mark on him." Lenore tells the others.
Two vampires lead me back to the truck, my head covered in the sack again. They drive off.
Inside the Motel Room
Dean POV
Gordon and I sit at the table, discussing strategy over a map.
"This is the best pattern I can establish. It's sketchy at best." Gordon tells me.
"Looks like it's all coming from this side of town. Which means the nest would be around here someplace, right?" I ask him.
"Yep, that's what I'm thinking. Problem is, there's thirty-five, forty farms out there. I've searched about half of them already, but nothing yet. They're covering their tracks real good." Gordon tells me.
"Well, I guess we'll just have to search the other half." I tell him.
I look at my watch.
"What time is it? Where is Sam?" I ask.
"Cars are parked outside. Probably went for a walk. Seems like the take-a-walk type." Gordon tells me.
"Yeah, he is, but..." I start to say.
The door opens and Sam enters. He gives me a look.
"Where you been?" I ask Sam.
"Can I talk to you alone?" Sam asks me.
"You mind chillin' out for a couple minutes?" I ask Gordon.
Parking Lot
Rhiannon Winchester POV
Sam and Dad exit the motel room and walk into the parking lot during the following.
"So, any reason I ain't sleeping?" I ask Uncle Sammy. Aunt Laila and the others grumble as well.
"Dean, Laila, Lore, Harry, Razzi, maybe we've got to rethink this hunt." Uncle Sammy says.
"What are you talking about? Where were you?" Dad asks Sammy.
"In the nest." Sammy tells us.
"You found it?" dad asks him.
"They found me, man." Uncle Sammy tells dad.
"How'd you get out? How many'd you kill?" dad asks Sammy.
"None." Sam tells dad.
"Well Sam, they didn't just let you go." dad tells him.
"That's exactly what they did." Sam tells dad.
"All right, well, where is it?" dad asks Sam.
"I was blindfolded, I don't know." Sam tells dad.
"Well, you've got to know something." Dad says to Sam.
"We went over that bridge outside of town, but Dean, listen. Maybe we shouldn't go after them." Sam tells Dad.
"Why not?" Dad asks Sammy.
"I don't think they're like other vampires. I don't think they're killing people." Sammy tells us.
"You're joking. Then how do they stay alive? Or undead, or whatever the hell they are." Dad starts to get mad.
"The cattle mutilations. They said they live off of animal blood." Sam tells dad.
"And you believed them?" Dad asks Sam.
"Look at me, Dean. They let me go without a scratch." Sam tells Dad.
"Wait, so you're saying... No, man, no way. I don't know why they let you go. I don't really care. We find 'em, we waste 'em." dad tells Sam.
"Why?" Sam asks dad.
"What part of 'vampires' don't you understand, Sam? If it's supernatural, we kill it, end of story. That's our job." Dad tells Sammy.
"No, Dean, that is not our job. Our job is hunting evil. And if these things aren't killing people, they're not evil!" Laila tells Dad.
"Of course, they're killing people, that's what they do. They're all the same, Laila. They're not human, okay? We have to exterminate every last one of them." dad tells Laila.
"No, Dean, I don't think so, all right? Not this time." Sammy tells dad.
"Gordon's been on those vamps for a year, man, he knows." Dad tells Sammy.
"Gordon?" Lore asks dad.
"Yes." dad tells Sammy.
"You're taking his word for it?" Laila asks Dad.
"That's right." Dad tells Sammy.
"Ellen says he's bad news." Sammy tells him.
"You called Ellen?" dad asks the others.
They nod.
"And I'm supposed to listen to her? We barely know her, Sam, Laila Harry, Razzi, Lore, no thanks, I'll go with Gordon." dad tells the others.
"Right, 'cause Gordon's such an old friend. You don't think we can see what this is?" Sam and Laila ask.
"What are you talking about?" dad asks them.
"He's a substitute for Dad, isn't he? A poor one." Sam says.
"Shut up, Sam." dad tells Sam.
"He's not even close, Dean. Not on his best day." Laila finishes for Sam.
'You know what? I'm not even going to talk about this." dad tells Laila.
"You know, you slap on this big fake smile, but I can see right through it. Because 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. It's an insult to his memory." Lorelai tells dad.
"Okay." dad says.
He starts to turn away, then punches Lorelai, hard. Lorelai pauses, turning back slowly, but not rising to the bait.
"You hit me all you want. It won't change anything." Lore tells dad.
"I'm going to that nest. You don't want to tell me where it is, fine. I'll find it myself." dad tells Sam.
"If you really believe that, then you have to gill four of your children!" I tell dad.
"What do you mean?" Dad asks and before he can ask further, the fae glamour is dropped, and I glare at him.
"Dean?" Sam asks.
I run to my room and lock the door.
Inside the Motel Room
Sam POV
Dean returns to the motel room, I follow him, but Gordon is gone.
"Gordon?" Dean asks the empty room.
"You think he went after them?" Laila asks him.
"Probably." Dean tells us.
"Dean, we have to stop him." Lorelai tells him.
"Really, Lore? Because I say we lend a hand." Dean tells us.
"Just give us the benefit of the doubt, would you? You owe us that. Especially Lorelai." I tell Dean.
"Yeah, we'll see. I'll drive. Give me the keys." Dean tells me.
I point to the table where I'd set them earlier; they're gone.
"He snaked the keys." I tell Dean.
Inside the 1967 Impala
After we knocked our sisters out safely by throat stabbing Laila and temple punching Lorelai, we get in the car.
Dean is hotwiring his car and grimacing.
"I can't believe this. I just fixed her up, too." Dean complains. The car starts.
"So, the bridge, is that, uh, is that all you got?" Dean asks me.
"The bridge was four and a half minutes from their farm." I tell him.
"How do you know?" Dean asks me.
"I counted." I tell Dean.
I start tracing a path on the map in my lap.
"They took a left out of the farm, then turned right onto a dirt road, followed that for two minutes slightly up a hill, then took another quick right and we hit the bridge." I tell Dean.
"You're good. You're a monster pain in the ass, but you're good." Dean tells me.
Inside the Nest
Lenore POV
I am packing things into boxes; Eli comes in and sets a box on the table.
"In the truck, thank you." I tell Eli.
"We can't leave like this. Lenore. Listen to me, we need to stay and fight." Eli tells me.
"They were my friends too, Eli, my family." I tell Eli.
"That's not what I'm talking about. This is self-defense. Kill or be killed. They can't hunt us if they're dead." Eli tells me.
"Killing those three wouldn't solve anything. There's more where they came from. We're outnumbered. This. This is all we can do. Try and reason -" I start to say.
"You can't reason with these people. They're going to kill us all anyway. We should at least take a few of them with us." Eli tells me.
"I'm not giving up hope. If we can change, they can change. Now go into town and gather the others. We leave before sunrise." I tell Eli.
Bridge
Sam POV
Gordon's red car crosses the bridge and turns up a small road.
Some ways behind, Dean and I are in the Impala. I sigh, staring at the map. Dean glances at me, then looks back to the road. I frown at Dean.
Farmhouse
Lenore POV
I come out of the house with a box, sets it on the flatbed of a truck. I turn and Gordon is there. He grabs me, raises a knife that glistens with blood. He stabs it into my chest; and I go limp.
"Dead man's blood, bitch." Gordon tells me.
Inside the Farmhouse
Sam POV
Gordon dips the knife into a jar of blood. Lenore is tied to a chair nearby, covered in cuts, pale and sickly. He circles around her, slices the bloody knife across her chest. She groans. Dean and I arrive.
"Sam, Dean. Come on in." Gordon tells us.
"Hey, Gordon. What's going on?" Dean asks Gordon.
"Just poisoning Lenore here with some dead man's blood. She's going to tell us where all her little friends are, aren't you? Wanna help?" Gordon asks us.
"Look, man -" Dean starts to say.
"Grab a knife. I was just about to start in on the fingers." Gordon tells us.
He drags the knife across her arm; veins trace away from the cut.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, let's all just chill out, huh?" Dean asks Gordon.
"I'm completely chill." Gordon tells Dean.
"Gordon, put the knife down." I tell Gordy.
I step towards Gordon, but Dean stops me with a hand on his chest.
"Sounds like it's Sam here needs to chill." Gordon tells Dean.
"Just step away from her, all right?" I ask Gordon.
"You're right. I'm wasting my time here. This bitch will never talk. Might as well put her out of her misery." Gordon tells me.
He pulls out a larger knife.
"I just sharpened it, so it's completely humane." he tells us.
He turns towards Lenore, but I step in to block him.
"Gordon, I'm letting her go." I tell Gordon, going towards Lenore.
Gordon points the knife at my chest, stopping me.
"You're not doing a damn thing." Gordon tells me.
"Hey, hey, hey, Gordon, let's talk about this." Dean tells Gordon.
"What's there to talk about? It's like I said, Dean. No shades of gray." Gordon tells Dean.
"Yeah. I hear ya. And I know how you feel." Dean tells him.
"Do you?" Gordon asks Dean.
"That vampire that killed your sister deserved to die, but this one..." Dean starts to say.
Gordon starts laughing.
"Killed my sister? That filthy fang didn't kill my sister. It turned her. It made her one of them. So, I hunted her down, and I killed her myself." Gordon tells us.
"You did what?" Dean asks in disbelief.
"It wasn't my sister anymore, it wasn't human. I didn't blink. And neither would you." Gordon tells us.
"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." I say.
"Care about what? A nest of vampires suddenly acting nice? Taking a little time out from sucking innocent people? And we're supposed to buy that? Trust me. Doesn't change what they are. And I can prove it." Gordon tells us.
He grabs my arm, slices the knife across it, then lays the knife against my throat, dragging me towards Lenore. Dean pulls his gun.
"Let him go. Now!" Dean tells Gordon.
"Relax. If I wanted to kill him, he'd already be on the floor. Just making a little point." Gordon tells Dean.
Gordon holds the cut on my arm over Lenore, so the blood drips on her face. She hisses, fangs extending.
"Hey!" Dean shouts at Gordon.
"You think she's so different? Still want to save her? Look at her. They're all the same. Evil, bloodthirsty." Gordon tells us.
Lenore controls herself, retracting her fangs, and turns her face away.
"No. No." Lenore says.
"You hear her, Gordon?" I ask Gordon.
"No! No!" Lenore shouts.
I push the knife away from my throat and push Gordon away.
"We're done here." I tell Gordon.
"Sam, get her out of here." Dean tells me.
"Yeah." I say
I pick Lenore up in my arms; Gordon takes a step towards him, but Dean still has the gun trained on him.
Dean POV
"Uh-uh. Uh-uh!" I say warning Gordon from interfering with Sam. "Gordon, I think you and I've got some things to talk about." I tell him.
"Get out of my way." Gordon tells me.
"Sorry." I tell him, not meaning it.
"You're not serious." Gordon tells me.
"I'm having a hard time believing it too, but I know what I saw. If you want those vampires, you gotta go through me." I tell Gordon.
Gordon nods, considering. He looks at his knife, then jams it into the table.
"Fine." Gordon tells me.
I look at the knife, look at my gun. I pull the clip out of the gun and set it aside. Gordon punches me; we start fighting. Gordon grabs the knife again, I groan. We are fairly well matched.
"What are you doing, man? You doing this for a fang? Come on, Dean, we're on the same side here." Gordon tells me.
"I don't think so, you sadistic bastard." I tell him.
Gordon throws me across the room.
"You're not like your brother. You're a killer. Like me." Gordon tells me.
I kick Gordon down, haul him up against the wall, and elbow him in the face, knocking him out. Pinning him under his elbow, I slam Gordon's head into another wall.
"Oh, sorry." I say, not meaning it.
I set him in a chair and tie him up.
"You know, I might be like you, and I might not. But you're the one tied up right now." I tell Gordon.
Farmhouse - Morning
August 21, 2006
Sam POV
I return to find Gordon tied to the chair, and Dean pacing. Gordon and Dean watch each other.
"Did I miss anything?" I ask Dean.
"Nah, not much. Lenore get out okay?" Dean asks me.
"Yeah. All of 'em did." I tell him.
"Then I guess our work here is done. How you doin', Gordy? Gotta tinkle yet?" Dean asks Gordon. Gordon just looks at him. "All right. Well, get comfy. We'll call someone in two or three days, have them come out, untie you." Dean tells him.
He jams Gordon's knife into a table behind him.
"Ready to go, Dean?" I ask Dean.
"Not yet. I guess this is goodbye. Well, it's been real." Dean says.
He hits Gordon, knocking him in his chair to the floor. I clear my throat.
"Okay. I'm good now. We can go." Dean tells me.
Farm
As we exit the farmhouse, we both wince at our recent injuries - my left arm is wrapped in a bandage. Dean stops, setting himself on his feet like a boxer.
"Sam? Clock me one." Dean tells me.
"What?" I ask Dean.
"Come on. I won't even hit you back. Let's go." Dean tells me.
"No." I tell him.
"Let's go, you get a freebie. Hit me, come on." Dean tells me.
"You look like you just went twelve rounds with a block of cement, Dean. I'll take a raincheck." I tell Dean.
"I wish we never took this job. It's jacked everything up." he tells me.
"What do you mean?" I ask him.
"Think about all the hunts we went on, Sammy, our whole lives." Dean tells me.
"Okay." I tell him.
"What if we killed things that didn't deserve killing? You know? I mean, the way Dad raised us..." he trails off.
"Dean, after what happened to Mom, Dad did the best he could." I tell Dean.
"I know he did. But the man wasn't perfect. And the way he raised us, to hate those things; and man, I hate 'em. I do. When I killed that vampire at the mill, I didn't even think about it; hell, I even enjoyed it." Dean tells me.
"You didn't kill Lenore." I tell him.
"No, but every instinct told me to. I was gonna kill her. I was gonna kill 'em all." he tells me.
"Yeah, Dean, but you didn't. And that's what matters." I tell Dean.
"Yeah. Well, 'cause you're a pain in my ass." Dean tells me.
"Guess I might have to stick around to be a pain in the ass, then." I tell Dean.
"Thanks." Dean tells me.
"Don't mention it." I tell him.
I get in the passenger's side of the 67 Impala; Dean stares off into the distance for a moment before climbing in and driving away with the girls following behind and the Singers following them, having the kids in the cars as well as ours but Rhia's still upset so she switched with Henry.
