Gordon Walker

"Jane's going to meet us in New York."

Sam had known Dean was missing his wife, who had left after the Hans Dumm incident royally pissed off. Sam hadn't been there for the fight, he had… been busy that night while they were sleeping, but he had arrived in time to see her telling Dean just what he could go do with himself as she gathered her things.

They had met Bobby and left her in the older man's capable hands. That had been a month ago. Dean's moods varied between happy and chipper and then angry and suicidally reckless. He had finally caved and called her. Sam had no idea how to conversation had gone, but apparently it was decent enough to get her to come up.

"For a visit or…"

"We'll see." Dean turned up the music, banging his head in time. "Smile Sammy, it's a good day!"


Gordon Walker was out of jail. Between him, his buddy, and the vampire issue they were dealing with, Dean forgot all about Jane coming. It was one thing for the vampire aspect, adding psycho Gordon to the mix was just… sucky. When the hell had he gotten out of jail? He was going to murder Bela… he was going to wrap his hands around her scrawny neck and wring.

The one thing that could possibly be worse than Gordon Walker was Gordon Walker the vampire, who thought Sam was the Antichrist, had a healthy dislike for Dean, and the inability to walk away from what he thought was his 'duty'. Which was exterminating Sam from the earth.

Jane was the very last thing on his mind right now.


"How'd you get this number?"

"Your scent is all over the cell phone store." Gordon's eyes never left his hostage. "I can't smell you now. Where are you?"

Jane snorted at that, knowing damn well Dean wasn't going to reveal that information. She glared at her kidnapper. Gordon Walker. She had never had the pleasure, but she had heard plenty about him. What she had been told, wasn't pretty, but from her understanding, he had gone to jail or prison. Prison to vampire was a bit of a leap.

How he had known her was beyond her, but he had. She had just arrived via her own new –read: used- car, parked at the motel Dean had told her to meet them at and bam. Now she was here, wherever here was. Gordon had introduced himself, explained how he had a new lifestyle, and her purpose for being there.

The last time Jane had been with her husband, she wound up pregnant from a wish. This time she had been on her way to see him, she wound up kidnapped by a vampire/hunter. She was moving to Tibet and taking a vow against men.

"I don't think so."

Gordon was now holding the phone out to her and she blinked, wondering just what the hell he wanted her to do with it. There was just no way she was going to say something and get Dean to come here. She wasn't about to bring him, or Sam, into a trap.

"Say hello to your husband, Jane."

She shook her head, pursing her lips together tightly. She would admit it, she was terrified. Gordon could probably hear how fast her heart was beating, see the way she was trying not to tremble.

He put the phone on speaker.

"You don't have her. Tell me another one."

Dean, and for all his bravado, sounded just a hint worried. Jane felt a tear slipping from beneath her now closed eyelids. The next time she seen Dean, he was probably going to have to cut her head off or something, if she wasn't already dead. There was just no way she was getting out of here alive. Not if Gordon had gone off the deep end of the deep end.

"Say hello to Dean, Jane." Gordon instructed again, reaching out to press his hand against her cheek.

"Jane?"

"I'm sorry Dean, I-"

"Let her go, you son of a bitch!"

"Factory on riverside off the turnpike. Be here in twenty minutes or your wife dies."

"Jane!"

Sam nearly flinched at the look in his brother's eyes when the call was abruptly ended, swallowing hard. "You know it's a trap." He said, stating the overly obvious.

"He has Jane, Sam." Dean growled, clenching and unclenching his fists as he struggled to maintain a semblance of calm. "I'm not asking you to come, but I'm not leaving her there with him. I'm not leaving her."


"Dean, we got to help her."

Dean nodded, staring down at the woman who was not Jane. Gordon had taken more than one hostage, and God help him, this was not the face he wanted to see. He couldn't bring himself to care about this woman, not when he knew his wife was in here somewhere. "Yeah, I got her." He eased his arm around the woman that wasn't Jane. "Stay close."

Sam nodded, falling into step behind them.

And a wall came down, separating them.


"Don't you dare cut off my head. I'm not a vampire."

Dean stared at Jane, wishing he could say something but even rasping out that sarcastic comment to Sam had cost him. Everything hurt right now, and she had just brought up a thought he wish he didn't have. What if Gordon had done to her what he had done to the woman Dean had had to waste? He didn't think he could put a bullet through Jane's head.

Hell, he should put one through his own head. He had called her and talked her into coming here, to meet with him. He had wanted to talk to her, apologize for the crap he had said after the fairy tale incident. He had panicked and he knew it. He wanted her safe, but he wanted her with him, they needed to find some sort of middle ground. Then this had happened... she hadn't been safe, and it was his fault.

She was staring right back at him, her eyes taking in how beaten up both he and Sam were, the way Dean was clutching at his throat. "Dean? Sam? One of you untie me?" The pole she had been tied to was not doing her any favors and if she could've, she'd of tried to sit to relieve the pain in her legs.

Sighing, Sam walked over to her, slowly, limping. "Open up."

She opened her mouth, letting him do a fang check. "Satisfied?"

He untied her.

She shook out her limbs, trying to regain some feeling other than pins or needles and waited until she was sure she was steady before approaching Dean. Once relatively close, she threw her arms around, not thinking twice about how it probably hurt him.

Regardless of how bad it hurt, he held her to him with his free arm, burying his face in her hair. "Did he hurt you?" He whispered, feeling relief washing through him when she shook her head no. "And you didn't drink any of his blood?"

"No. He turned another woman, but not me…" She whispered harshly against his shoulder, not bothering to try understanding Gordon's motivations. "Is she...?"

He just nodded.