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( Fresh Blood )
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WHEN THEY CAME UPON the warehouse, the vampire stood in the middle of the room, staring at the two women he took and changed, be hung in the air and a pool of blood underneath them.
Dean went for the knife whereas Sam stayed behind Dixon and Allison walked around the side. "Go ahead . . ." he spoke quietly, "Do it. Kill me."
"What happened here?" Sam asks.
"Gordon Walker. I never should have brought a hunter here. Never. I just — I just wanted some kind of revenge. Stupid — exposing him to my family." Dixon says, turning to face them.
"Oh, yeah, you're such a family man." Dean says.
"You don't understand."
"I don't want to understand, you son —"
"I was desperate. You ever felt desperate? I've lost everyone I ever loved. I'm staring down eternity alone. Can you think of a worse hell?"
"Well, there's hell."
"I wasn't thinking. I just . . . I didn't care anymore. Do you know what it's like . . . when you just don't give a damn? It's like . . . it's like being dead already. So just go ahead . . . do it," Dixon says, glancing down at the knife in Deans hand.
Sam had made his way over to one of the newly made vampires bodies, realizing something. "Dean," he says, gaining his brothers attention, "Head wasn't cut off, it was ripped off . . . with someone's bare hands. Dixon, what did you do to Gordon?"
Dixon stayed quiet.
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IN THE RV, Kubrick sat loading his gun and at the sound of a dog barking, it made him look out the window. He had been waiting for his. partner to return, but there had been no sign.
When Kubrick turns back around, Gordon stood in the middle of the RV and Kubrick stood up, placing the gun down, "Gordon. You okay?" He could tell that there was something wrong, especially by looking at his eyes.
"Not even close." Gordon replies.
"I thought maybe you were dead," Kubrick says, making the hunter scoff and look at the ground, "What is it?"
"Something . . . happened."
"What?"
"They turned me."
"Those fangs?" Kubrick questions and Gordon looks away, confirming his question. "I'm sorry. You know what this means."
Gordon looks up at him, "It means you have to kill me . . . but not yet."
"What do you mean?"
"You have to let me do one last thing first."
"What?"
"Kill Sam Winchester and Allison Argent."
"Gordon."
"It's the only — it is the one good thing to come out of this nightmare. I'm stronger, Im faster — I can finish him." Gordon claims.
"Gordon . . . I'm sorry. You know I can't let you walk out of here." He says.
"Listen," Gordon grabs Kubrick by the shoulders, making him gasp, "There is nothing more important. Please."
Gordon walks away and looks at the cross on the wall, "I can do one last good thing for the world."
"Yeah, I hear you," Kubrick says, turning around. Gordon listens to his heartbeat, "You know, Gordon . . . You're right. One last good thing," Kubrick says, grabbing a knife and tip toeing toward Gordon as his back was turned to him. Before Kubrick could attack him, Gordon turned and shoved his hand into his chest.
Gordon listened to his heart stop as Kubrick collapsed against him. "I'm sorry."
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ALLISON AND DEAN ENTERED the motel room to find Sam sitting at a table, looking over blue prints. "Man, we must have checked three dozen motels, empty buildings, warehouses." Says Dean, throwing his coach onto the bed.
"Yeah, me too. Big city." Sam says.
"It's like a giant haystack and Gordon's the deadly needle. We're running out of daylight and won't have the sun slowing him down." Allison pipes in, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.
"Yeah, he'll be unstoppable. Hey, give me your phone." Sam turns to Dean who was drying his face after cupping water in his hands and throwing it in his face. "What for?"
"Well, if Gordon knows our cell numbers," Sam starts to take apart Deans phone, "he'll be able to use the satellite to track our us."
"Oh, yeah. Thanks." Dean says and walks away. Sam tears apart Allison's phone as well and then places them on the floor and begins to stomp on them. "Sammy, Allison, stay here." Says Dean.
"What? Where are you going now?" Bek asks, standing from the bed. "I'm going after Gordon." He replies.
"What?"
"You heard me."
"Not alone you're not." Sam scoffs.
"Sam, I don't need you to sign a permission slip for me. He's after you, not me, and he's turbocharged. I want the both of you to stay out of harms way. I'll take care of it," Dean says, loading his gun.
"Dean, you're not going by yourself. You're gonna get killed." Allison refuses.
"Just another day at the office. It's a massively dangerous day at the office." Dean says, looking up at her.
"So you're the guy with nothing to lose now, huh? Oh wait, let me guess, it's because you're already dead, right?" Sam says. Allison knew this was about to turn ugly and so she took a seat on the bed.
"If the shoe fits."
"You know what, man? I'm sick and tired of your stupid kamikaze trip."
"Woah, woah. Kamikaze? I'm more like a ninja."
"That's not funny."
"It's a little funny."
"No, it's not."
"What do you want me to do, Sam? Huh? Sit around all day writing sad poems about how I'm gonna die?" Dean says, standing up, "You know what? I got one. Let's see . . . what rhymes with shut up, Sam?"
"Dude . . . drop the attitude, Dean. Quit turning everything into a punch line. And you know something else? Stop trying to act like you're not afraid." Says Allison who stands up from her seat on the bed and walks up to him.
"I'm not."
"You may as well drop it, 'cause we can see right through you." Allison says.
"You have no idea what you're talking about." Dean looks away from her. She scoffs, "I do, Dean. You're scared because your year is running out and you're still going to Hell and you're freaked."
Sam steps back, allowing them to hash it out. "And how do you know that?"
"Because I know you!"
"Really? You don't know anything about me, Allison."
"You're so stubborn," she says and grows frustrated.
"And I do not care." Dean spats. Allison clenches her jaw and turns, walking out of the room. Sam and Dean stayed quiet for a moment. "What?" Dean asks Sam.
"I wish you would drop the show and be my brother again, 'cause . . . just 'cause. And Allison's right. She is always right." Sam says.
"Alright . . . we'll hole up. Cover our scent so he can't track us and wait the night out here. Find Allison." Dean says.
By night time, they were all prepared until Deans phone rang, "Dean, you've had that phone for two hours. Who'd you give your number too?"
"Nobody." Dean pulls out his phone and answers the call. "Hello."
"Dean." Deans face drops and he looks over at Sam and Allison. "How'd you get this number?"
"Your scents all over the cellphone store. Of course, I can't smell you now. Where are you?"
"I guess you'll just have to find us."
"I'd rather you come to me."
"What's the matter, Gordo? You're not afraid of us, are you? We're just sitting here. Bring it on!"
"I don't think so," Gordon says, "Please." It was a woman's voice this time. "Factory on Riverside off the turnpike. Be here in twenty minutes or the girl dies."
"Gordon, let the girl go."
"Bye, Dean."
"Gordon! Don't do this. You don't kill innocent people. You're still a hunter."
"No . . . I'm a monster."
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SAM, DEAN, AND ALLISON are seen in the factory where Gordon told them to be. They hear the woman's cries and follows them to a girl tied to a chair.
They ran to her, "Hey, we got you. Don't worry. We're gonna get you out of here." They untied her and helped her up. She was about to collapse until Dean picked her up bridal style.
"Sam, Allison, stay close." And that's exactly what they did until a metal gate divided them. "Sam! Allison!" Dean shouts from the other side.
"Dean!"
Sam and Allison share a worried look. "Damn it!" Dean shouts. "Guys, be careful!"
That's when the lights went out and they froze. "Stay close," Sam whispers holding up his machete as Allison held up a wire that could burn straight through skin, "Gordon! You got us where you want us. You might as well come out and fight."
"I'm right here." Gordon says and he was close, but they couldn't see him. He chuckles at how pathetic they looked, twisting and turning in fear. "What's the matter?"
"So," Allison speaks up, "this is really the way you want to do it, huh?"
"Damn right I do. You have no idea what I faced . . . to get here. I lost everything . . . my life. But it's worth it 'cause I'm finally gonna kill the most dangerous things I've ever hunted. You're not human . . . neither one of you." Gordon claims.
"Look who's talking," Sam retorts.
"You're right. I'm a bloodthirsty killer." Says Gordon.
"Don't talk like you don't have a choice, Gordon." Allison speaks up as she stands behind Sam to insisted she stayed behind him. "I don't."
"Yes, you do, Gordon. You didn't kill that girl." Sam says.
"No, I didn't. I did something much, much worse."
Dean is still on the other side of the metal door, trying to break the chain to raise it back up. The girl approaches him and throws him across the room. She goes to attack him again but he pulls out a gun and shoots her in the head and she falls backwards, lighting up a blue color. Dean breathes heavily as he stares at her.
"You know, Sam . . . Allison, you got a lot of people fooled, but, see, I know the truth. I know what it's like. We're the same now, all of us. I know how it is, walking around with something evil inside you. It's just too bad you won't do the right thing and kill yourselves. I'm gonna . . . as soon as I'm done with you. Two last good deeds . . . killing you and killing myself."
Sam backed them into a wall and then suddenly, they were thrown through it. Allison rolled a little bit always from Sam who had Gordon on top of him. He was then suddenly thrown into a shelf. Allison stared up at Gordon holding herself up. He looks down at her and within a second she was in his grasp and a punch was thrown across her face, "That was for the abandoned house," he says, watching the blood drip from her mouth.
Dean appeared behind Gordon with a gun but Gordon dropped Allison and threw Dean before he could pull the trigger. He pins Dean onto a wall and begins to suck his blood. "No!" Sam shouts and elbows Gordon in the side of the neck, making him release Dean.
He kicks Sam in the face, knocking him into a table. Sam grabs something before his head was slammed off the table two times and that's when he wrapped a wire around Gordon's neck and began to pull as hard as he could until Gordon's head came clean off.
Dean groans and stands up, placing a hand on his neck, revealing the blood to himself and he helped Allison to her feet and they walked over to Sam, noticing the body and the head of Gordon Walker was separated.
"You just charged a super-vamped-out Gordon with no weapon. That's a little reckless, don't you think?" Dean asks as they walk away from Gordon.
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THEY SAT ON THE side of the road, Dean was under the hood of his car. Sam pulled out three bottles of beer, handing one to Allison and Dean. "Figure out what's making that rattle?" Allison asks.
"Not yet. Give me a box wrench, would you?" Dean asks and Sam nods, handing it over. Dean stands there for a moment, "Sam."
"Wrong one?"
"No, come here for a second," Sam stands up and Allison takes his spot, staring at the brothers, "This rattle could be a couple of things. I'm thinking it's an out-of-tune car."
"Okay." Sam says, confused as to why he was standing with Dean. "Alright, see this thing? It's a valve cover, inside are all the parts that are on the head. Hand me that socket wrench," Sam does as told, "Alright, you with me so far?"
"Yeah, uh, the valve cover covers the heads."
"Very good. This is your intake manifold, and on top of it?"
"It's, uh, a carburetor."
"Carburetor. Very good."
"What's with the auto shop?" Bek speaks up, taking a drink from the bottle in her hands. Dean hands over the tools to Sam and Sam's eyes widen a little, "No, you don't want me —"
"I do. You fix it." Dean looks over at him. Allison smiled to herself. There was something in Dean that changed and maybe it was the talk they had in the motel the previous night before they faced off Gordon. "Dean, you barely let me drive this thing."
"Well, it's time. You need to know how to fix it. You're gonna need to know these things for the future." Sam takes the tools from his hand and sighs softly, "And, besides, that's my job, right? Show my little brother the ropes."
Dean walks around Sam and sits on Allison, making her laugh and push him off her. "Get off me, you're big."
"Never. Put your shoulder into it." Dean tells Sam and sits on Allison once again. This time she didn't fight it but instead she placed her head against Deans back and closed her eyes. She cherished moments like these because you never know when it will her your last.
edited on june 20th of 2022