This chapter is going to be a little sloppy and going to jump into the next episode after this. Thank you all for your continued support! Happy 4th of July!
-DSCWIN
Chapter 33
Christina had quickly folded and placed all the shirts inside a decent sized box. When the box couldn't hold anymore she quickly folded the edges down and started a new box seconds later. Lenore walked in and picked up the box before walking back outside. She came back a few minutes later happy to see Christina had finished the folding and was picking up a box to take outside.
"These two boxes are what's left." Christina said as she walked past Lenore.
"I appreciate the help." Lenore said with a smile. "But why did you want to stay? Won't your brother and friend think we kidnapped you?"
"First off the other hunter is and never will be a friend. A friend won't manipulate those around him for personal gain." Christina spat but gave Lenore calmer eyes. "Also my brother Sam is a good negotiator. He can convince my older brother that nothing bad will happen to me." Christina placed her box inside the back of a second truck. "What else needs to come with you?"
"There's a hopechest in the upper room. It has some weapons in protecting ones self from enemies." Lenore said and Christina nodded.
"Say no more." Christina said and walked back inside the house only to stop when she noticed a shadow dart across the darkened skyline. Her stomach tightened with nerves as she rushed back to make sure Lenore was alright. She reached Lenore's side. "Get inside the truck now." Christina said looking behind her and then around her. "Someone's here. I can smell them. Even if they're down wind."
"Your brothers?" Lenore asked and saw Christina shook her head.
"Someone worse." Christina said and jumped when Lenore gasped, gripped her neck before slumping to the ground. "Shit." She hissed reaching behind her for her pistol only to discover she was unarmed.
"Dead mans blood." Gordon's chilling voice said from behind Christina. She saw something sticking out of Lenore's neck. "Works quickly in vampires wouldn't you agree, traitor." Gordon didn't give Christina any time to react or defend herself before she felt his arm wrap around her neck in a choke hold.
Christina knew she had only seconds before she blacked out, but she felt something sharp sticking into her lower back. Gordon didn't seem to mind her hand going inside his pants pockets. Her fingers barely wrapped around something small and metalic but she knew they were keys. As she quickly pulled the keys out she managed to slide them deep into her pocket right before she blacked out at Gordon's feet.
~DSCWIN~
Christina was sitting her mouth taped up next to Lenore who looked like she was sick. Gordon was standing behind her brandishing a knife next to her face. Christina's wrists were tapped together in front of her.
"Any second now." Gordon said as the familiar purr of the Impala pulled out in front. "I wonder what good old brother Dean will say if he sees that you've been changed."
Christina weakly began to say something forgetting she had tape over her mouth making Gordon laugh.
"If you say so I'll let you go." He said his eyes wild and dark and Christina felt a deep fear, that she hadn't felt in years. She looked at the front door as Dean and Sam walked in, their guns drawn.
"What are you doing Gordon?" Dean said as Gordon stood Christina up and held her close to him. "Let her go. Let the other one go too."
"She's a vampire, Dean. She doesn't deserve to be let loose." Gordon said dragging Christina closer, his knife poking her in the back. She winced slightly but Gordon's face remained uncaring. "This one here is a traitor to us all. She's no better then that monster sitting next to us."
"Gordon, let my sister go." Dean said taking a tentative step his gun pointing at Gordon. "Think about your sister. What would you do if your sister was in Christy's place. Would you kill her?"
Gordon's laugh that bubbled out of his throat sent chills even deep in Dean's core. "I killed my sister." His voice was so calm it scared Dean and even made Sam feel uneasy. "She was begging me not to kill her too. Says that she was still my little sister. But boy she was a monster. They changed her and once she became one of those freaks, she had to go. At least then I had a body to present my parents. I gave them closure." Gordon then grabbed one of Christina's upper arms and yanked it was just above Lenore's slightly opened mouth. Taking the knife he slid it across Christina wrist allowing a few drops to fall on Lenore's cheek.
Lenore's teeth descended as her tongue darted out trying to get to the blood that fell.
Christina was struggling to pull Gordon's grip off of her but he dug his nails deeper. "See even a monster can't resist the smell of blood." Gordon laughed and Christina had enough.
Even though her wrists were still taped together, Christina used that extra weight for an advantage. With a quick motion she sent her right elbow straight into Gordon's nose making him yell out in pain before he tossed her into the ground. He had a crazed look when Christina looked up and feared he was going to stab her as Gordon raised the knife into the air.
Sam and Dean acted quickly jumping the table and tackling Gordon to the ground. The knife scattering across the floor and under a cabinet.
"Get Christy and Lenore out of here!" Dean ordered Sam, as was still wrestling Gordon to the gound before sending three hard closed fists into his Gordon's face. The punches stunned Gordon who was quickly pinned to the ground.
Sam grabbed Lenore, as she was needing to get out first being surrounded by the blood, while Christina stumbled to her feet still bound but otherwise fine. Once she was out of the house she ran into Sam's strong safe arms. He quickly worked on getting the tape off her wrists allowing her to take the tape off her mouth. "Come on we need to get away from here."
"Go without me." Christina said placing a hand over her cut as it still stung and was still bleeding. "It's better to stay away from Lenore... don't want to take any chances. Besides I have some unfinished business I have with Gordon."
Sam nodded silently and climbed into the driver's seat. Lenore had been set in there and was leaning up against the window half awake. Christina waved at Sam as he left before she turned and walked into the house.
Dean had Gordon sitting in a chair his hands and feet taped to the arm rests and legs. Dean turned his head when Christina stood next to him. "You going to be okay?" He asked but she kept staring daggers at Gordon who returned the expression. He glanced down at her cut and saw it still bleeding but she didn't seem to mind.
"I will." She said as calmly as she could. "I want you to see what it means to be a true brother. My brothers would never do what you did to your sister. They will help me cope and I will do the same." Her eyes were filling with tears as the anger was too much for her to handle. "You better be careful on who you go up against, Gordon. A true hunter does not go against their better judgment. There is always a gray zone, and right now, the biggest monster is you." Dean opened his mouth to say something but Christina balled up her fist and sent it into Gordon's cheek knocking his head agaisnt a doorframe sending him into a haze letting Dean place a large piece of tape across his face.
"Don't worry," he said as Christina balled up her fists again. "I will make sure to call the sheriff in a few hours." He stood and gently placed an open hand on his sister's back leading to the door before stopping and tuning around to look at him. "Do you have to use the bathroom?" When Gordon didn't make even a peep Dean shrugged and the two left the house.
Once near the Impala, Christina spun around and threw her arms around Dean burring her face into his chest. Dean instinctly wraped his arms around her and rubbed her back softly. "I got ya. Your safe now." He felt her body tremble against him as she struggled to keep her emotions in check.
"You wouldn't have killed me if I was changed would you?" Christina asked looking up at Dean, her hazel eyes full of hurt and worry.
"If you hadn't taken a life, and been like Lenore, I wouldn't hesitate to take you in to keep safe. But once you stray... I mean..."
"No, I understand." Christina said her voice soft. "I probably do the same thing. But thank you for least not jumping down to that conclusion."
Dean nodded and pulled her back into a hug. "Never think you can't depend on me or Sam. You're stuck with us for life."
"Thanks, Dean." Christina said wrapping her arms around her brother tightly. She did indeed feel safe being next to her brothers. "Oh one other thing." Pushing back she reached into her pocket and pulled out keys from her pocket. "He always wore loose pants, and aparently never learned from last time." She was surprised to see it was the Impala's keys and not his but Dean seemed more happy to have his keys back.
"Thank God I got these back." He said taking the keys and placing them into his jacket pocket. "I'm glad one of us has sticky fingers. That would come in handy." Dean gave his sister a reassuring smile before looking back at the house. His face suddenly serious. "Please let me know if you think I'm turning into Gordon... I never want to be that crazed."
Christina smiled and nodded. "I hope you never become that way, either. Don't know how I can deal with it. But for now, I hope you start opening up to me and Sam. That way the guilt and resentment doesn't eat at you making you so heartless."
"Yeah that's a good idea." Dean agreed rubbing his face and leading the two of them to the Impala. "But I still need some time for that. But I promise I'll start talking."
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Sam was picked up once they received a phone call, just outside of town. None of them spoke until Sam mentioned a place he wanted to visit back in Kansas. Dean had a feeling it was more then just a car ride when Sam's directions brought them to a cemetery.
"What are we doing here?" Christina asked as she had fallen asleep while they drove, and neither one of them blamed her after all the excitement from her encounter with Gordon.
"Going to visit, Mom." Sam stated making Dean's grip on the steering wheel tighten making his knuckles turn white.
"Why are we here?" Dean questioned a bit more roughly then he intended. "I mean she didn't have a body to burry, and I don't remember ever having a funeral or a casket for that matter." Sam and Christina listened quietly to their brother's rant knowing he was projecting but didn't want to feel his wrath later. "Didn't I hear an uncle of ours pay for a headstone and everything? I mean didn't they burry something too? What's there? An empty casket? How can anyone get closure with an empty casket?"
"Maybe it was an olive branch of some kind." Sam said with a shrug. "I kind of remember Dad saying that he hadn't gotten along with Mom's side of the family when I was growing up."
"Regardless, Sam," Dean continued as he pulled to a stop at a row of headstones. "I'm not going to mom's "grave". If you want to visit go ahead." As the car was turned off all three Winchesters slowly climbed out of the car and while Sam headed off to look for his mother's headstone, Dean walked off away, and Christina quickly followed after Dean.
"Dean," she called cautiously when they lost sight of Sam, they had figured he had found the headstone and had bent down from view, and they now were further into the cemetery. When Dean turned to look at her his face softened and she continued hoping he kept his calm demeanor. "Why don't you want to talk about how you're feeling about dad? I know you miss him."
"Still not over him." Dean said bluntly. "I mean it just doesn't seem fair that dad could help us, tell me to kill Sammy if he turned evil and then just die."
Christina looked up at her brother as she paused in her step. "Dad wanted you to kill Sam? Why would he go evil? What aren't you tell me, or Sam for that matter?"
Dean froze when he had let what his father had told him right before he left his hospital room slip from his mouth. "You can't repeat what I told you just barely." Dean said his voice full of desperation. "Sam won't understand what I have to do. He won't understand why I have to do this."
"But you still haven't told me why." Christina said not seeing the anger in his eyes starting to grow. She followed Dean as he turned and headed deeper into the cemetary.
"Drop this, Christina." Dean said his voice starting to get threatening. "It's better you don't know."
"Dean, you can't say, 'Dad told me to kill Sam if he turned evil,' and then not tell me why. Regardless if you meant to or not. Dean I promise I won't tell Sam. I will help you out in making sure Sam does not turn. But you got to trust me with things."
Dean sighed and was going tell his sister everything he was told, when he noticed something strange about a gravesite just a little ways away from them. The area, including a rather large oak tree was dead. "What in the hell..." Dean said as both of them walked up to the site.
Christina bent down and picked up a few blades of grass as Dean grabbed a couple of leaves from the tree. Both items crumbled beneath the pressure of their fingers. "Something evil happened here." Christina said and Dean nodded in agreement. "Conversion is on hold until we can get to the bottom of this, deal?"
"Deal." Dean said and he meant it. "I'm going to talk to a gardener and see if I can find a logical explanation."
"Okay. I'll stay here and see if I can see if I can find anything." Christina had turn around but saw that Dean had already left. Moving past Dean leaving, Christina knelt down and examined the dirt and found it dry. She noticed there weren't any worms on the dirt in the area of the dead plants. She went over to where the grass was actually alive, and searched the dirt there. The dirt was moist and she found an abundance of worms moving in the dirt. She looked closely at each of the samples she had pulled and tried to come up with reasons as to why one area was dead, while the other thrived. She had spent years helping Bobby with research but sometimes for her it was hard to file and sort all the information. She hoped Dean would come and give her something to go off with whether it be on the head or not even close to being right.