Things finally felt more normal than they have in weeks. Dean was driving the Impala blasting classic rock on the radio, while Sam was looking at newspapers for any new cases. Meanwhile, you sat in the backseat enjoying the scenery as it flew by. The Impala was all fixed up and it looked even better than when you first met the boys. "Whoo!" Dean rejoiced as he smiled widely without a care in the world. "Listen to her purr. Have you guys ever heard anything so sweet?"
"You know, if you two want to get a room, just let us know, Dean." Sam joked.
"Oh, don't listen to him, baby. He doesn't understand us." Dean cooed at the car.
"Well, I'm glad to see you in such a good mood." You commented.
"Yeah, why shouldn't I be? I got my car, got a case. Things are looking up." Dean beamed.
"Wow. You hear of a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows, and you're Mr. Sunshine." Sam observed as Dean chuckled.
"So, how long till we get to Red Lodge?" You asked.
"Uh, about another three-hundred miles." Sam answered.
"Good, I can take a nap then." You decided as you laid down in the backseat feeling at home again. Dean sped up as he cruised down the road. You guys got there quicker than you expected since Dean was speeding most of the way there.
Once you got to Red Lodge you found a motel got dressed and went down to the sheriff's office to ask questions."The murder investigation is ongoing, and that's all I can share with the press at this time." The sheriff explained as you guys talked with him in his office. This time you were posing as reporters from a fake newspaper.
"Sure, sure, we understand that. But just for the record, you found the first head last week, correct?" Sam asked him with a pen and paper ready to write notes down.
"Mm-hmm." The sheriff nodded his head.
"And the other, a Chrstina Flannigan-" You began.
"That was two days ago." The sheriff interrupted as a woman knocked on the open door and pointed to her watch. "Sorry, boys, miss, time's up. We're done here."
"One last question." Sam said.
"What about the cattle?" Dean asked him.
"Excuse me?" The sheriff asked with a confused look on his face.
"You know, the cows found dead, split open, drained-over a dozen cases." Dean went on.
"What about them?" The sheriff wondered.
"Do you think there could be a connection?" You asked him.
"Connection with..." The sheriff began trying to figure out where you guys were going with this.
"First cattle mutilations, now two murders?" Sam questioned. "Kind of sounds like ritual stuff."
"You know, like satanic cult ritual stuff." Dean added as the sheriff laughed, but stopped when he realized you guys weren't laughing.
"You're not kidding." The sheriff realized.
"No." Dean shook his head.
"Those cows aren't being mutilated. You want to know how I know?" The sheriff asked.
"How?" You wondered.
"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, get soaked up, 'cause that's what gravity does." The sheriff explained. "But, hey, it could be Satan. What newspaper did you say you worked for?
"World Weekly News." Dean answered.
"Weekly World News." Sam corrected Dean.
"World-Weekly World. I'm new." Dean stuttered as they tried to get their story straight.
"Get out of my office." The sheriff ordered.
After you guys left the sheriff's office you stopped by the county hospital to look at the body. You switched to doctor disguises on your way there. When you walked into the coroners office an assistant was sitting at the desk and you noticed his badge read J. Manners."John." Dean began.
"Jeff." The assistant corrected Dean.
"Jeff, I know that." Dean chuckled as he walked up to Jeff. "Dr. Dorkin needs to see you in his office right away."
"But Dr. Dorkin's on vacation." Jeff shared.
"Well, he's back, and he's pissed and he's screaming for you." Dean lied. "So, if I were you, I would-"
"Okay." Jeff panicked as he ran out of the office.
"Okay." Dean whistled as you guys watched him leave and Sam closed the door.
"Hey, those satanist in Florida, they marked their victims, didn't they?" Dean asked Sam.
"Yeah, reverse pentacle on the forehead." Sam replied.
"So much F'ed up crap happens in Florida." Dean mumbled as he handed you and Sam a pair of latex gloves. Sam opened the cabinet that held the dead body and pulled the tray out, while you and Dean put your gloves on."All right. Open it." Dean told Sam.
"You open it." Sam retorted back.
"No." Dean scoffed.
"Fine, I'll open it you bunch of wusses." You huffed as you grabbed the box and carried it to the table. You opened it up and winced as you found the head of the second victim.
"Well, no pentagram." Dean observed as he and Sam looked at the head.
"Wow. Poor girl." Sam mumbled.
"Maybe we should, uh, look in her mouth, see if this wacko stuffed anything down her throat, You know, kind of like the moth in "Silence of the Lambs."" Dean suggested.
"Yeah, yeah, go ahead." Sam said as he pushed the box towards Dean.
"No, you go ahead." Dean denied as he pushed it back towards Sam.
"You two are being so immature right now. I'll do it before Jeff comes back." You growled as you took the box from them and forced her mouth open and tried to stick your fingers down into her throat, but you couldn't find anything so you pulled your fingers out.
"Wait a sec, lift her lip up again." Dean told you.
"Really?" You questioned.
"No, I think I saw something." Dean explained as he lifted her up to reveal a hole in her gums. "Ugh."
"Is that a hole?" You wondered as you looked closely at her tooth. Dean pushed on her gums and a fang descended out of the hole.
"It's a tooth." Sam stated.
"That's a fang." Dean corrected. "Retractable set of vampire fangs. You got to be kidding me."
"So, the vic's a vampire, but who killed her? Another hunter?" You wondered.
"Probably." Dean figured. You guys put the body away and returned to the motel and changed into casual clothes.
Then you decided to have dinner at the local pub, besides the boys figured it would be the best place to look for a Hunter or vampires. As you guys walked in you looked around, but no one stood out to you. "How's it going?" Dean asked the bartender as he and Sam walked up to the bar while you sat at the counter. The plan was for Sam and Dean to ask some questions while you keep an eye out for anyone suspicious. You watched Sam and Dean talk to the bartender.
"Living the dream. What can I get for you?" He asked you guys.
"Two beers, please." Dean ordered.
"So, we're looking for some people." Sam began, as the bartender got the beers for you guys.
"Sure. It's hard to be lonely." He agreed.
"Yeah, but, um, that's not what I meant." Sam clarified as someone came up and sat next to you at the bar. A man sat down next to you and leaned in close to you. He was dark-skinned, wore an old flannel, and looked a little beat up. Something but him rubbed you the wrong way.
"Hey there." He greeted you, but you ignored him. "Come on, don't be rude." He smiled as he started to invade your personal space.
"Not interested, I'm waiting for someone." You stated as you felt his hand on your butt. You turned away from him and rolled your eyes. You didn't want to make a scene but Sam and Dean were taking too long with the bartender.
"I'm sure we could get to know each other in the meantime." He smiled as he grabbed your butt.
"Fine, why don't we take this outside." You decided as you got and walked outside. He followed you out into the alley next to the pub, and pushed you against the wall and leaned down to kiss you while feeling you up. You gathered a fist and punched him in the chin causing him to reel backwards and rub his jaw.
"You b*tch!" He shouted as he came at you and forced you against the brick wall and held you by your neck. Suddenly Sam and Dean came out of nowhere and ripped him away from you and pinned him against the wall with a knife to his neck. You stepped behind Sam and Dean to get away from that a*s-hole.
"How dare you lay a finger on her!" Dean seethed as he pushed the knife against the guy's neck.
"Y/N, Are you okay?" Sam asked as he looked back at you.
"Yeah, you guys came just in time." You smiled relieved to see them.
"Now smile." Dean ordered the guy.
"What?" The guy wondered, with a confused look on his face.
"Show us those pearly whites." Dean growled.
"Oh for the love of-You want to stick that thing someplace else?" The guy asked. "I'm not a vampire. Yeah, that's right. I heard you two in there while I was talking to her."
"What do you know about vampires?" Sam asked him.
"How to kill them. Now, seriously, bro, I'm sorry 'bout your girl, but that knife's making me itch." The guy stated as he tried to move.
"Hey!" Sam shouted as he pushed him against the wall again.
"Whoa. Easy there, chachi." The guy said as he lifted his lip to show his teeth. "See? Fangless. Happy?" He asked as Sam and Dean let go of him.
"He's still a dick." You hissed as you glared at him.
"Now, who the hell are you?" He asked you guys. He led you three back to his car and you found out his name was Gordon, but you kept your distance you didn't trust this guy. "Sam and Dean 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 them-Great trackers, good in a tight spot."
"You seem to know a lot about our family." Dean pointed out.
"Word travels fast. You know how Hunters talk." Gordon explained.
"No, we don't." Dean shared.
"I guess there's a lot your dad never told you, huh?" Gordon questioned.
"So, um...So, those two vampires, they were yours, huh?" Sam asked him.
"Yep. Been here two weeks." Gordon answered.
"Did you check out that Barker Farm?" Dean asked him.
"It's a bust. A bunch of hippie freaks. Though they could kill you with that patchouli smell alone." Gordon shared.
"Where's the nest, then?" Dean wondered.
"I got this one covered." Gordon smiled at Dean. "Look, don't get me wrong. It's a really pleasure meeting you fellas, but I've been on this thing for over a year. I killed a fang back in Austin, tracked the nest all the way up here. I'll finish it. Besides, I don't think your friend over there is too keen on working with me."
"We could help." Dean voiced.
"Thanks, but, uh, I'm kind of a go-it-alone type of guy." Gordon told them.
"Well, man, I've been itching for a hunt." Dean shared.
"Sorry. But, hey, I hear there's a chupacabra two states over. Go ahead and knock yourselves out." Gordon informed them before getting in his car. "It was real good meeting you, though. I'll buy you a drink on the flip side."
"Oh thank God he is gone!" You rejoiced as you walked over to Sam and Dean.
"Oh come on, he wasn't that bad." Dean disagreed with you.
"Really? After what he did to me?" You questioned.
"Eh, I'm sure it was a misunderstanding." Dean speculated.
"Yeah, right." You grumbled while Sam and Dean gave each other a look. "Let me guess you two wanna follow him don't you. Fine whatever let's go." You sighed as you followed them back to the car.
You guys tracked Gordon to a plant at the docks where you three found a vampire trying to cut his head off with a huge chainsaw. Sam and Dean ran over to save him, Sam pulled him out from under the saw while Dean impaled the vampire under the saw with a fishing spear and punched it viciously before cutting it's head off with the saw. He looked back at you guys with his face covered in blood."So, uh, I guess I got to buy you that drink." Gordon laughed as you and the brother gave each other a look.
So you and the boys returned to the pub with Gordon so he could buy you all a round of drinks. Dean was about to pull out some cash to pay, but Gordon stopped him. "No, no, I got it." Gordon offered.
"Come on." Dean said.
"I insist." Gordon insisted. "Thank you, sweetie." As he handed the waitress some money. "Another one bites the dust."
"That's right." Dean agreed as he and Gordon clinked their glasses together. You refused to participate, but you weren't sure why Sam didn't join in.
"Dean. You gave the big-a*s fang one hell of a haircut, my friend. That was beautiful, absolutely beautiful." Gordon smiled and laughed.
"Yep." Dean agreed as he sipped his beer."You two all right, over there?"
"Yeah, fine." Sam answered.
"Just peachy." You stated not even touching your beer.
"Aw, you're just gonna let that beer go to waste?" Dean asked you.
"If you're so worried you drink it then." You suggested as you nudged the glass over to Dean.
"Aw, lighten up a little, Y/N/N." Gordon cooed at you.
"Don't call me that." You growled at Gordon.
"Okay. No offense meant." Gordon apologized. "Just celebrating a little-job well done."
"Yeah, well. Decapitations really aren't the highlights of my day." You scoffed.
"Oh, come on, gurl. It's not like it was human. You gotta have more fun with the job." Gordon argued.
"See, that's what I've been trying to tell them." Dean agreed with Gordon. "You could learn a thing or two from this guy."
"That's it." You huffed as you got up and grabbed your jacket.
"Where're you going, Y/N?" Dean asked you.
"I'm going back to the motel." You growled as you left the bar. You knew you couldn't trust that guy, and it wasn't just because of how he treated you. You had a nagging feel in the back of your head, but Dean was so chummy with the guy you knew he wouldn't listen to you, Sam might though.
As you were walking down the dimly lit road you noticed a pair of head lights coming up from behind you. That's when you turned around to notice Sam pulling up next to you in the Impala and rolled down the window. "What are you doing here?" You asked.
"I couldn't let you walk home all by yourself. Besides that party was a bit of a bore anyways." Sam explained. Knowing he cared enough to come after you put a smile on your face. You ran over to the passenger of the car and got in.
Then you and Sam returned to the motel. Sam decided to do some research on his laptop about vampires in the area, while you took a shower. Once you got out of the shower and dried your hair you noticed Sam had fallen asleep at the table so you covered him with a blanket and went to the diner next door to the motel to grab a coffee and do some research of your own. You sat in one of the booths in the back of the diner. "Hi, what can I get ya?" The cute little waitress asked as she smiled at you.
"I'll have a coffee with some cream and a little bit of sugar." You ordered.
"Would you like to try our seasonal pie? They're half off right now." The waitress informed you.
"Eww, no thanks." You told her as you looked at the little display stand advertising different desserts. "I think I'll try your double chocolate cake, though."
"Alright, I get that right up for you." She smiled as she walked away to get your coffee and cake. While she was gone you decided to call Ellen, you figured since she has hunters in her bar a lot she might have heard something about Gordon, and whether or not you can trust him.
"Hardrails Roadhouse." Ellen answered as she picked up the phone.
"Hi, Ellen-It's Y/N, Y/N L/N." You greeted her.
"Y/N, it's good to hear from you. You and those boys are okay, aren't you?" Ellen asked you.
"Yeah, everything is going good, for the most part. I was wondering about something, though." You mentioned.
"Yeah, shoot." Ellen went on.
"Have you ever heard of a guy by the name of Gordon Walker?" You asked her.
"Yeah, I know Gordon." Ellen answered.
"Okay, and?" You urged her to continue.
"He's a real good hunter. Why are you asking?" Ellen wondered.
"Well, we ran into him on a job, I hate and distrust the guy, but Dean wants to work with him." You explained.
"Oh, you don't wanna do that, Y/N." Ellen warned you.
"So there is something up with him." You figured.
"Yeah he is a good hunter, but then again Hannibal Lecter was a good psychiatrist. Look he is dangerous to everyone and everything around him. If he's working on a job, let him handle it and move on." Ellen explained.
"But Dean-" You began.
"No, Y/N, you just listen to what I'm telling you, okay? You have got to make Dean listen to you." Ellen stated.
Once you got off the phone with Ellen you ate your cake and paid then you decided to head back to the motel room. As you were walking back you kept getting the feeling that someone or something was watching you. You stopped looking around, but didn't see anything. Then as you walked past the dark corner of the motel building someone suddenly into the shadows. You quickly threw your remaining coffee at your attacker making him flinch. Then you punched him in the face pushing him back, but you didn't notice someone else was behind you until they cracked something hard against the back of your head knocking you unconscious.
When you woke up your head was covered by a black bag, but you could feel that you were bound to a chair and you had cloth tied around your mouth to keep you quiet. Then the bag was pulled off your head to reveal the bartender from the pub standing in front of you. He bared his teeth at you and vampire teeth extended from his gums. You struggled as he came closer to you. "Wait. Step back, Eli." A woman ordered as she walked into the room. Thankfully Eli listened to her as he stepped back and retracted his fangs. "My name's Lenore. I'm not gonna hurt you." She said as she walked over to you and removed your gag. "We just need to talk."
"I'd love to talk, but Eli's teeth are a little distracting." You quipped as you looked between them.
"He won't hurt you, either. You have my word." Lenore promised.
"Yeah, forgive me if I don't believe you. The last vampires I met weren't exactly concerned for my safety." You scoffed.
"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 explained, but you couldn't tell if she was lying or not.
"Really?" You questioned.
"Notice you're still alive." Lenore pointed out.
"You're drinking cattle blood! You guys are the ones responsible for the cattle deaths around here." You realized.
"Bingo, glad to see that some of you have brains and not just brawn. It's not ideal. In fact, it's disgusting. But it allows us to get by." Lenore went on.
"Okay, why?" You wondered.
"Survival. No deaths, no missing locals, no reason for people like you to come looking for people like us. And we blend in. Our kind is practically extinct. It turns out, we weren't quite as high up on the food chain as we imagined." Lenore continued as she paced around the room.
"Why are we explaining ourselves to this killer?" Eli growled.
"Eli." Lenore stated as she looked over at him.
"We choke on cow's blood so that none of them suffer. Tonight, they murdered Conrad, and they celebrated." Eli seethed.
"I had nothing to do with that, and trust me I want nothing to do with Gordon." You argued.
"You didn't try to stop it either, so you're just as guilty." Eli argued back.
"Eli, that's enough." Lenore growled at him. "What's done is done. We're leaving this town tonight."
"Okay, then why am I here? Why are we talking?" You asked her.
"Believe me, I'd rather not. But I know your kind. Once you have the scent, you'll keep on tracking us. It doesn't matter where we go. Hunters will find us." Lenore replied.
"Oh, so you're asking us to not follow you." You responded back.
"We have a right to live. We're not hurting anyone." Lenore pleaded.
"All right, show me proof and I might believe you." You told her.
"Fine." Lenore whispered as she got in your face. "You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to let you go. Take her back. Not a mark on her." So Eli put the bag back on your face and they forced you out to their truck and drove you back to the motel.
Once they got there, they tossed you out and drove off as quickly as they came. Once they were gone you threw the bag off of you and went back to the room to see Dean and Gordon in there with Sam. You opened the door and walked in as the three of them stared at you. "Where have you been?" Dean asked as he looked at you.
"Sam, Dean can I talk to you two alone." You requested as you gestured outside.
"Sure." Sam nodded as he got up off the bed.
"You mind chilling out for a couple of minutes?" Dean asked Gordon as they sat at the table. You led Sam and Dean outside away from Gordon's prying eyes. He could not find out about the vampires, not yet anyways.
"Guys, I don't think we should do this hunt." You began.
"What are you talking about? Where were you?" Dean questioned.
"In their nest." You sighed as you looked around.
"You found it?" Sam asked.
"They found me." You stated.
"How did you get out? How many did you kill?" Dean wondered.
"None." You answered.
"Come on, Y/N, they didn't just let you go." Dean scoffed.
"That's what they did." You went on.
"All right, well, where is it?" Dean asked you.
"They blindfolded me, so I don't know." You answered.
"You got to know something." Dean spoke gruffly.
"I know we went over the bridge outside of town, but we can't go after them." You warned them.
"Why not?" Sam wondered.
"They're not like other vampires. They're not killing people." You explained.
"You're joking." Dean began as you stared hard at him. "Then, how do they stay alive or undead or whatever the hell they are?"
"They drink the blood of cattle and other animals." You tried to explain.
"And you believed them?" Dean scoffed at you.
"It makes sense, there have been no victims besides the vampires that Gordon killed. Only cattle deaths." You argued. "I mean, look at me, they let me go without harming a hair on my head."
"Wait, so you're saying-" Sam began.
"No, man. No way." Dean denied. "I don't know why they let you go. I don't really care. We find them, and we waste them."
"Why?" You asked as Dean started to walk away from you.
"What part of vampires don't you understand, Y/N?" Dean questioned. "If it's supernatural, we kill it, end of story. That's our job."
"Well, I thought our job was saving people, hunting evil, you know the family business. It's not all black and white." You argued. "If they aren't killing people, then we have no reason to kill them."
"Of course, they're killing people. That's what they do. They're all the same, Y/N. They're not human, okay? We have to exterminate every last one of them." Dean shouted.
"No we don't, not this time." You shouted back.
"Gordon's been on those vamps for a year. He knows." Dean argued as he pointed towards the motel room.
"Are you really taking Gordon's word over mine!?" You cried.
"Y/N." Sam called trying to step between you and Dean.
"That's right." Dean nodded.
"He is bad news, even Ellen said so." You shared.
"You called Ellen?" Dean questioned. "And I'm supposed to listen to her? We barely know her, Y/N. No thanks. I'll go with Gordon."
"Well, you barely know Gordon!" You pointed out. "I get it."
"What are you talking about?" Dean questioned.
"You're trying to use Gordon to fill the gap that John's death left behind." You explained.
"Oh, that's rich coming from you." Dean snapped.
"Dean!" Sam called again trying to defuse the fight.
"Excuse me?" You scoffed.
"The only reason you hitched a ride with me and Sam was to fill that hole left behind by your family, but trust me that hole can never be filled!" Dean growled. Hearing him say those words brought back memories of your family. You squeezed your hand into a fist to try and contain the anger, but before you knew it your fist had already connected with Dean's jaw. Sam and Dean both looked at you with shock on their faces as Dean was pushed backwards slightly from the force.
"Whoa, Y/N!" Sam cried as he stepped in-between you and Dean.
"Hope that made you feel better, cause I'm going to that nest. You don't want to tell me where it is. Fine. I'll find it myself." Dean stated as he went back to the motel room.
"D*mmit! You gotta help me stop him." You begged Sam.
"Dean." Sam called as he followed after Dean. You decided to wait outside so you could try and cool off. A couple minutes later Sam and Dean came running out and Dean started to hot-wire the Impala.
"What happened?" You asked as you joined them in the car.
"Gordon snaked the keys, he's going after the vampires." Sam shared.
"I told yo-" You began.
"Not another word." Dean stated. "We'll see what happens."
"So, is there anything you remember besides the bridge?" Sam asked you.
"You got a map up there?" You asked as Sam handed you the map of the area. "Okay, the bridge was four and a half minutes from their farm." You mumbled as you traced the roads on the map.
"How do you know?" Dean wondered.
"I counted." You answered, earning a surprised look from Dean. "We took a left out of the farm, then turned right onto a dirt road, followed that for two minutes slightly uphill then took another quick right, and we hit the bridge."
"Gotta admit, you're good." Dean nodded in approval. "You're a pain in the a*s...but you're our pain in the a*s." Dean smiled as he pulled onto the road.
The trip to the nest was pretty quiet Sam and Dean passed a few glances like they were having a silent conversation. You just stared out the car window hoping you three would get there in time to stop Gordon. By the time you got there Gordon's car was already parked, so you three ran into the run-down house with Dean leading the way. You guys walked in the room to see Lenore tied to a chair with Gordon cutting her arms and chest. Sam and Dean looked at the scene with shock on their faces, but you actually weren't that surprised."Sam, Dean, Come on in." Gordon greeted them in a casual and friendly manner. "Y/N." Gordon stated with a displeased look directed at you. You had to admit the feeling was mutual.
"Gordon, what's going on?" Dean questioned.
"Just poisoning Lenore here with some dead man's blood." Gordon answered calmly. "She's gonna tell us where all her friends are, aren't you?" Gordon smiled down at Lenore, while Dean still looked confused, but you and Sam glared at him. You decided to be patient. Dean needed to see how Gordon was really like for his own eyes, you trusted that they would stop him when it came to that. "Want to help?" Gordon asked Sam and Dean.
"Look, man-" Dean began as he stepped a bit closer to Gordon.
"Grab a knife." Gordon suggested. "I was just about to start in on the fingers." As Gordon sliced her skin open she just stared at him with a hazy glaze over her eyes as the dead man's blood took its toll on her body.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, let's all just chill out, huh?" Dean asked Gordon.
"I'm completely chill." Gordon stated as he looked back at you three.
"Gordon!" You growled.
"Gordon, put the knife down." Sam growled as he tried to move closer to Gordon but Dean stopped him.
"It sounds like it's Sam and Y/N who need to chill." Gordon commented.
"Just step away from her, all right?" Sam asked Gordon.
"You're right." Gordon agreed as he glanced at Lenore who was barely breathing and threw his knife on the table. "I'm wasting my time here. This b*tch will never talk. Might as well put her out of her misery." Gordon decided as he unsheathed his machete. "I just sharpened it, so it's completely humane."
"Gordon, I'm letting her go." Sam told him as he walked over to Gordon and Lenore.
"You're not doing a d*mn thing." Gordon threatened Sam as he pointed the machete at Sam's chest.
"Hey, hey. Gordon, let's talk about this." Dean asked Gordon.
"What's there to talk about?" Gordon questioned. "It's like I said, Dean-No shades of gray."
"Yeah, I hear you." Dean nodded his head. "And I know how you feel."
"Do you?" Gordon wondered.
"The vampire that killed your sister deserved to die, but-" Dean began as Gordon started to chuckle.
"Killed my sister. That filthy fang didn't kill my sister. It turned her, made her one of them. So I hunted her down, and I killed her myself." Gordon revealed.
"You did what?" Dean questioned.
"It wasn't my sister anymore. It wasn't human." Gordon argued. "I didn't blink. And neither would you."
"I can't believe it! You knew the vampires weren't killing anyone. You knew about the cattle too, but you didn't care." You realized. "I thought you were just crazy at first, but you are bat-sh*t insane."
"What's there to care about?" Gordon wondered. "A nest of vampires suddenly acting nice, taking a little time out from sucking innocent people? You were just stupid enough to buy that. Trust me. It doesn't change what they are. And I can prove it." Gordon suddenly grabbed Sam cut his arm then put the knife up against his throat.
"Let him go." Dean ordered as he aimed his pistol at Gordon. "Now!"
"Relax." Gordon spoke calmly. "If I wanted to kill him, he'd be on the floor. Just making a little point." Gordon held Sam's arm over Lenore's mouth and squeezed hard forcing the blood to drip on Lenore's face. She gasped and began to hiss as her fangs extended.
"Hey!" Dean shouted at Gordon.
"Think she's so different?" Gordon asked Dean and Sam. "Still want to save her? Look at her. They're all the same-evil, bloodthirsty." Gordon stated as Lenore's fangs retracted back into her gums.
"No. No." Lenore repeated as she tilted her head down away from Sam's arm.
"You hear her, Gordon?" Sam asked him as Gordon relaxed his grip on Sam giving Sam a chance to step away from Gordon. "We're done here."
"Sam, get her out of here." Dean told Sam.
"Yeah." Sam agreed as he gently picked up Lenore and carried her outside.
"Unh-Unh. Unh-Unh." Dean pointed his gun back at Gordon as Gordon made a move towards Sam and Lenore. "Gordon, I think you and I got some things to talk about." Dean and Gordon stared intensely at each other waiting for the other to make the first move.
"Get out of my way." Gordon ordered Dean. You stayed in the doorway behind Dean with your hand on your pistol in case Dean needed back up.
"Sorry." Dean shrugged.
"You're not serious." Gordon scoffed.
"I'm having a hard time believing it, too, but I know what I saw. If you want those vampires, you got to go through me." Dean warned.
"Me too." You agreed as you glared at Gordon.
"Fine." Gordon spoke as he stabbed his knife into the table.
"Y/N go check on Sam." Dean told you as he emptied the magazine out of his pistol.
"But Dea-" You started to protest.
"That's not a suggestion." Dean warned you as he glanced back at you.
"Fine." You grumbled as you stowed your gun and ran out of the house to hear a lot of noise and crashing from inside the house.
You helped Sam make sure that Lenore and her friends were able to escape without being followed. Once you were done seeing them off you two returned to the house where Dean kept a close eye on Gordon. As you followed Sam into the house you gazed at the rising sun admiring the beautiful scene as it cast a warm glow on your surroundings. You two walked into the room to find Gordon tied to a chair and Dean standing a few feet away from him. "We miss anything?" Sam asked as he rolled up his sleeves.
"Eh, not much." Dean shrugged. "Lenore get out okay?"
"Yep, they're all long gone by now." You replied as Gordon glared at you three silently.
"Then, I guess our work here is done. How are you doing, Gordie?" Dean asked. "Got to tinkle yet? All right. Well, get comfy. We'll call someone in two or three days, have them come out and untie you." Dean told him as he walked over and stabbed Gordon's knife into the table.
"Ready to go, Dean?" Sam asked him.
"Not yet. I guess this is goodbye. Well, it's-it's been real." Dean quipped as he punched Gordon in the jaw so hard the chair fell so Gordon was on his back unconscious. "Okay. I'm good now. We can go."
As you three walked down the front porch towards the car Dean stopped you. "Y/N, clock me one." Dean insisted.
"I'm sorry, what?" You wondered. "Once wasn't enough?"
"Come on. I promise I won't hit you back. Let's go." Dean offered.
"No, I shouldn't have even hit you earlier." You shared.
"It's okay, I probably deserve it. Hit me. Come on." Dean repeated.
"I don't honestly like hitting people I care about." You expressed.
"Well, you were right about Gordon and you were right about how everything isn't in black and white, no matter how I wish it could be." Dean admitted.
"I didn't want to be right, I wish Gordon wasn't so messed up in the head." You sighed.
"I wish we never took this job. It just jacked everything up. I think about all the hunts we went on, our whole lives. We might have killed things that didn't deserve killing. You know? I mean, with the way dad raised me and Sam." Dean explained.
"Yeah, but after what happened to Mary and my own family, we've all been doing the best we could." You voiced.
"I know." Dean agreed. "But maybe dad wasn't perfect. And the way he raised us, to hate those things-And, man, I hate them. I do. When I killed that vampire at the mill, I didn't even think about it. Hell, I even enjoyed it. And I didn't listen to you when I should have."
"But you saved Lenore." You pointed out.
"No, but every instinct told me to. I was gonna kill her. I was gonna kill them all." Dean spat.
"Yeah, but you chose not to, and if you're ever not sure what to do me and Sam will be there to help you or knock some sense into you." You expressed.
"Yeah." Dean muttered as you and him walked towards the Impala where Sam was waiting for you. "I was wrong about why you joined us. I'm glad you asked to come with us, I can't imagine it without you. You're family, and I should start trusting you like family." Dean admitted as he held the keys to the Impala out to you.
"No way, haha, really!?" You smiled as you grabbed the keys from him.
"I need some rest anyways, but you still need to be careful with her." Dean warned you.
"Yeah, I got ya." You smiled brightly as you ran over to the car. Sam shook his head and smiled at your excitement. "I said be take care of her!" Dean shouted as he walked over to the car.
"I heard you the first time." You quipped as you sat in the driver's seat. Sam was next to you up front while Dean was in the backseat. You put the key in the ignition and started the engine. Feeling the purr and rumble of the engine was the best, it felt like you were officially one of them now.
"Sam, keep an eye on her." Dean asked Sam as he laid down in the backseat to get some sleep. You put the car into drive and you guys drove off.
