The Road So Far (Supernatural RP) [Closed]

[Pendragon]

Dean Winchester


"I keep it organized because maybe I want a specific typ-," Dean stopped himself. Now probably wasn't the best time to discuss his porn habits. "Never mind. Don't act like you don't look at it from time to time too," he muttered under his breath. He pulled his own bag out of the trunk and slung it over his shoulder.


Althea Reid


"Yeah, I'll be fine. I don't watch a lot of TV, but the books should be enough to keep me busy." Althea saw the look of guilt on Sam's face. "You two don't have to worry about me, I swear. I mean, what are the chances of anything coming to attack me anyway? I'm an innocent girl who isn't a threat to anyone." At least, she hoped so. "And before you say it again, I already know: Don't leave the motel, don't answer the door for anyone except for you two, yadda yadda."


"See Sammy, she'll be just fine. Now let's head inside, and set up all the wards." He turned away from Sam and Althea and began walking away. "I want to get this show on the road."


(I hope you don't mind the way I broke up the perspectives. I just found it easier to write it this way for the situation. If you have to, when Lena comes in, you can do the same thing. In your next post, you can do the time-skip to the station if you would like). 

 

[Euonia]

Sam Winchester


"I don't." Sam muttered.


 "I'll go grab us some rooms then." He walked inside the motel and towards the clerk; he couldn't have been more than sixteen and was siting there with a bored expression. He barely looked at Sam when he tossed over a card and booked two rooms. Sam rolled his eyes and grinned when he looked at the name attached to the card 'Jimmy Page' So it was probably one of Dean's aliases then. He signed the guestbook making it so you could barely read the writing but the clerk didn't even look at what he had written, he handed Sam the two keycards and went back to whatever he had been doing when Sam walked up.


Sam eyed up the inside of the motel as he walked back to Al and Dean, the walls were covered in a small layer of grime and dirt and the red-carpet wasn't very good at hiding the mud and dirt. But Sam didn't care that much, hopefully they would only be there for a day or two and then it was onto the next joint. He gave Althea a mock-bow when he handed her the card for her room "You're palace awaits." 


-Time Jump to the next day - Sheriff's office - Sorry if I shouldn't have jumped.


The Sheriff cleared his throat and looked the the two 'reporters' "The murder investigation is ongoing, and that's all I can share with the press at this time."
Sam shared a look with Dean before putting on his usual smile, "Sure, sure, we understand that, but just for the record, you found the first, uh, head last week, correct?" he asked smoothly ignoring the bored expression of the Sheriff. "Mm-hmm." The Sheriff replied. Sam wrote some notes into his notepad before looking back up at the Sheriff, "Okay, and the other, a uh, Christina Flanigan-" he began but was interrupted by a knock at the door, a woman walked in and gestured to her watch.

 

[Pendragon]

(Don't worry about jumping at the "wrong" time. Honestly, I don't want to be completely in control of Aall of this, because I want this to be run by the both of us, so if you think it is a good time to time-skip, then go ahead  )


Dean Winchester


"So the cattle...," Dean quickly jumped in. "They were split open and drained of their blood. Have you seen anything like it before?" The sheriff gave Dean an impatient look. "There have been cases like it in the past. Over a dozen, in fact. The severed heads and the drained cattle sounds like ritual stuff to me." Dean glanced at Sam before continuing. "Like satanic ritual stuff?" The sheriff laughed at Dean's question, but stopped once he saw the serious looks on both Sam and Dean's faces. "Look boys, if a cow tips over and stays in the sun for 48 hours, it'll split open and it'll be so clean that it looks almost surgical." The sheriff furrowed his brow. "What paper did you guys say you work for again?" Dean cleared his throat. "World Weekly News".

 

[Euonia]

Sam Winchester


"Weekly World News." Sam replied at the same time as Dean, he gave Dean an apologetic shrug, "Week-World Weekly News...I'm new."  The Sheriff glared at them and muttered, "Get out." he pointed at the door, Sam followed Dean out. "Well that didn't work, try the Morgue?" 

Jump to the Morgue 
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Dean and Sam enter the morgue, still wearing their shirts and ties from the Sheriff's office but with lab coats on top of them. There's a intern in the room already looking at the body Sam shares an uncertain look with Dean. He looked at the interns name-tag which read "J. Manners" he gave the intern his usual easy-smile "John?" The intern frowned and corrected him "Jeff." Mentally Sam cursed his luck, "Jeff. I know that." he paused unsure of what to say next, "Dr. Dworkin needs to see you in his office right away." "But Dr. Dworkin's on vacation." The intern eyed Sam and Dean suspiciously. Sam looked at Dean for help, annoyed that he had to get his brother to bail him out of the mess he'd made, he knew that if they couldn't get the intern to leave they wouldn't be able to check the body
 


(Sorry that I kind of stole Dean's line there but otherwise I would have done a super-shot post and I felt like that wouldn't be fair on you.)

 

[Pendragon]

Dean Winchester


"Dr. Dworkin's back and he's pissed. If I were you, I would go look for him. He's screaming for you out there." Dean watched as the intern left the room hurriedly in search of Dr. Dworkin. "What would you do without me, Sammy?" Dean asked in an angelic tone. He walked a bit further into the room, glancing around the morgue. He pulled the lab coat closer to himself and turned towards Sam, a mischievous look appearing in his eyes. "Dr. Sexy is in." Dean winked at Sam and waggled his eyebrows for emphasis. He stopped when he saw Sam's unimpressed look. He coughed as a serious expression took over his face. "So, uh, did the satanists in Florida mark their victims?"


(Don't worry about taking some of Dean's lines. Sometimes it has to happen, so I don't mind. Sorry I responded so late, my browser keeps crashing).

 

[Euonia]

Sam Winchester


Sam rolled his eyes at Dean, "Yeah, reversed pentacle on the forehead." Sam gestured to his forehead as he explained, he raised his eyebrows "Crap happens in Florida." Sam handed Dean a pair of latex gloves and put on a pair of his own; Sam opened the compartment and wheeled out a corpse. He grabbed the box between its legs and placed it on a table, he shared a look with Dean and grimaced as he imagined what was inside the box. Sam was okay with guts and blood, he could be around them but still after years of hunting the sight of something gory made him want to throw up. 


"You going to open it?" He gave Dean a angelic smile silently begging his brother to handle this one. 

 

[Pendragon]

Dean Winchester


Dean let out a sigh. When Sam gave him a look like that, he couldn't say no. He decided to do his brother a favor, since gory sights didn't affect him as much. It was something you grew used to after hunting for so long. But Dean knew that Sam wasn't like him. Sam was a softy who could never stand to see people get hurt, even if those "people" were actually monsters. It was something that he could appreciate his brother, his ability to sympathize with others. "You're such a wuss." Dean rolled his eyes, but stepped closer to the table. He popped open the lid on the box, and scrunched up his nose. He examined the forehead of the decapitated head, but no markings were apparent. "Maybe we should look in the mouth. Maybe the killer shoved something down her throat."

 

[Euonia]

Sam Winchester


Sam cringed, "Yeah here go ah-" he cut himself off when he looked at Dean's face and sighed. He supposed it was fair enough considering how many times he had played the 'younger brother' card in the past twenty-two years. He looked at Dean's face and started muttering "Right, yeah, I'm the wuss, huh? Whatever." he steadied himself and put his fingers in her mouth, he visibly paled and retched "Dean...get me a bucket." he closed his eyes for a second, "I'm going to puke." 


(Sorry that it's so short)

 

[Pendragon]

Dean Winchester


"Yeah we don't need you puking all over the morgue." Dean scanned the room for a bucket. When he couldn't find one, settled for the small trash can shoved into the corner. He quickly moved towards it, picked it up and placed it in front of Sam. "Just let it all out," he said while patting Sam's back. "Just don't get any on it- uh, her." He gave Sam a sympathetic smile, but Dean still refused to switch places with Sam. He had no desire to shove his fingers down the throat of a dead woman.


(Just write what you can! ugh these emojis are creepy)

 

[Euonia]

(I agree xD Ghost did a good job on them but I prefer the default ones.)


Sam Winchester


Al is so lucky she isn't here right now. Sam gave Dean a small smile, "I'm good....thanks...." He ignore the taste of bile sneaking up this throat, Sam had never thrown up in a Morgue before and he didn't want to now, as he was pretty sure if it did happen Dean would probably never let it go. He tried to ignore the fact he was shoving his fingers into some poor girls mouth. "Wait...Dean did you see that?" He pulled back the lip revealing a hole above her tooth. "What is that..?" 

 

[Pendragon]

Dean Winchester


"What's what?" Dean sidled up to Sam and looked at what Sam's finger was pointing to. There was a small hole in the girl's gums. "I really hope this isn't what I think it is." Dean stuck out his finger and prodded near the hole. Out popped a single fang. "Shit. Retractable vampire fangs." Dean sighed and gave Sam a look. "This changes everything. Maybe we should head out of here before that intern comes back. We can ask around town for information. Preferably at a bar. I could really use a drink right now."

 

[Euonia]

Sam Winchester


Sam stared at the gi-no vampire, he tore his gaze away from it and nodded at Dean "Likewise, and if it's a hunter then the first place they'll be is the bar." In a weird way it was oddly reassuring that it was a vampire: it meant that he was right when something felt off about this case and it was something they knew how to deal with instead of potentially being something new, Vampires were easy to deal with, just chop off their heads and if you want to make sure you burn the body. But this time someone had beat them to it, it was kind of strange imagining that maybe after one of their hunts a hunter had showed up and cleaned up their mess for them.

 
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~Time-skip to the bar - Night~
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The bar was full of people, Sam couldn't tell who was a hunter and who wasn't. He quickly scanned the crowd trying to see if anyone stood out, he and Dean headed over to the bar. "Two beers please." He gave the bartender a friendly nod before looking around to check no one was watching them, satisfied no one was listening in he leaned closer to the barman. "So we're looking for some people." The bartender looked up and smirked "Sure, Hard to be lonely." Sam grimaced "Yeah...um" he rolled his eyes when he realized Dean would probably be laughing at him right now "That's not what I meant." Sam pulled out a fifty and dropped it on the bar, the bartender eyed Sam for a minute before taking it "Right. So these, these people, they would have moved here about six months ago, probably pretty rowdy, like to drink..." 

 

[Pendragon]

Dean Winchester


Dean snickered at the bartender's comment. He couldn't help himself. Seeing his brother in an uncomfortable situation never failed to make him laugh. Although, he had to admit that part of him wanted to just find a new woman to talk to after his chances with Lena were ruined by Al. He looked around the bar lazily, hoping to spot someone to talk to. Instead, Dean saw a dark-skinned man sitting in the corner of the bar, staring at him instead. Dean furrowed his brow, but the man simply looked away. Dean shook his head to focus himself back on the task at hand just in time to catch the last part of Sam's statement. Dean spoke up, following Sam's lead chorusing his description. "...sleep all day, party all night. Seen anyone around here that's like that? The bartender nodded his head. "Yeah, I've seen some people like that. Noisy drinkers, they are. Might've come in here once or twice."


Dean thanked the bartender, and turned away. He once again scanned the bar, but he man he had locked eyes with earlier was gone. Dean gave Sam a look. "Someone was just watching us," his voice was low and cautious. "I think we should leave, and follow the guy. If he doesn't confront us, then we confront him."


(Finally got around to posting this, sorry it's late).

 

[Euonia]

Sam Winchester


Sam nodded minutely anyone but Dean would have missed it. "Back exit?" They leave their half-finished beers on the table and leave the bar, Sam looks around the alleyway behind the bar and notices someone following behind them, he muttered under his breath only loud enough for Dean to here "He's following us. Go round the corner to loose him and then jump him?" He hurried around the corner and headed behind the dumpster. When the person who had watching them came round the corner Sam smirked at his confusion, 1...2....3... he jumped out and pinned the man against the wall. "What?" Gordon glared at them both, struggling slightly against Sam and Dean's grip. 


"Show us those pearly whites." Sam demanded, whilst Dean held a knife to his throat. "Oh, for the love of -- you want to stick that thing someplace else? I'm not a vampire." The man muttered and rolled his eyes "Yeah that's right I heard you guys in there." he replied when he noticed Sam's frown."What do you know about vampires?" Sam pressed, unsure of who the man was.
 


(It's fine it didn't take long and wasn't lat  Don't worry about it.)

 

[Pendragon]

Dean Winchester


"I know how to kill them. You have to chop those bastards' heads off." Gordon showed them his teeth for good measure. Dean hesitated and looked at Sam before tilting his head to indicate for Sam to let the man go.  "And who are you guys? I don't think you should be allowed to almost kill me without at least giving me that." Dean shifted, thinking about whether he should tell the truth or not. "I'm Dean and that's Sam." Gordon's eyes widened in shock. Sam and Dean Winchester...man, you know I met your old man once," Gordon said with a chuckle. "A real great hunter, and hell of a guy. I heard he passed, I'm sorry." Dean couldn't help but be irritated by how friendly this guy was acting. "How do you know so much about our family?" "Word travels fast. You know how hunters talk," he said casually. "Actually, I don't."

 

[Euonia]

Sam Winchester


Sam noticed that Dean was getting irritated and Sam knew why. They had always been told to keep their lives private, don't let other people know and apparently all the hunters in America knew about them and their lives. Gordon eyed them up and let out a small chuckle "I guess there's a lot your dad never told you, huh?" Sam bristled at the mans condescending tone and clenched his fists to try and keep himself calm, the man didn't know anything about himself or their dad and it was taking all of his will-power to not snap and punch the man. He plastered on a small smile "So, um, so those two vampires? They were yours right?" He nodded "Yep, been here two weeks." "Did you check out the farm?" "It's a bust. Just a bunch of hippie freaks. Though they could kill you with that patchouli smell alone." 
 

 

[Pendragon]

Dean Winchester


Dean was still unsure as to whether or not he actually liked Gordon. He decided it would be best to team up with him instead of making him an enemy. God knew he didn't need any more of those. He hoped that Gordon would be willing to give up the information, so he tried his luck. "Do you know where the vamp nest is?" Gordon gave Dean a knowing smile. "I've got this one covered. You two don't worry about it.Tracked a vamp that I found in Austin all the way here. I've been here for two weeks. Dean shifted uncomfortably. He was looking forward to this hunt, and he needed it. "We can help. I've been itching for a hunt and-" Gordon shook his head. "You know, there was a Chupacabra around here, you can try and look for it." Gordon got in his car, but before leaving, he spoke again, "It was nice meeting the two of you. I'll buy you a drink on the flipside." Dean watched expressionless as Gordon drove away.

 

[Euonia]

Sam Winchester


He clenched his fists when Gordon basically told them to clear off, he knew Dean needed this hunt and to be honest Sam knew he needed it as well. Since Jess died the one thing that kept him sane and now that Dad was dead he needed to hunt, it was the one time he didn't have to think about Jess or Stanford or his Dad or any of the messed up crap in their lives he focused on the hunt: interviewing witnesses, research, killing the thing, salting and burning, following leads, pretending to be FBI or journalists or basically anything or anyone with a badge. 


Sam watched Gordon leave with a slight grimace, he didn't know why but he didn't trust Gordon. He would have teamed up with him to get the hunt done but he didn't trust him, Sam didn't like the fact that people knew about himself and Dean and he just didn't like the man. "Why do I feel like this isn't going to end well?" 


(In the episode I think it skips to them saving Gordon so I skipped to that.) Time-skip to the mill - Later that night.


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 and tries to escape from Gordon, they start to struggle next to a electrical saw, the vampire starts to win the struggle and picks up the electrical saw and pins Gordon to a table. Giving Gordon a playful smirk he turns the saw on and starts to attack Gordon with it.
 


"Crap." Sam muttered from outside the mill, he was looking in through a small window with Dean next to him, he had known something like this was going to happen. He shared a look with Dean before bursting in, he let Dean go for the vamp and headed straight for Gordon pulling him to safety. 

 

[Pendragon]

Dean Winchester


He couldn't help but smirk. Dean finally got his chance to hunt again. Dean sprinted towards the vampire, but it turned to him just in time to catch Dean's fist mid-punch. He hit the vamp in its stomach with his knee, causing it to release Dean's fist. He tossed another punch in the vampire's direction, nailing him right in the face. The vamp doubled back, but quickly recovered, charging Dean once more. He jumped to the side and grabbed a nearby rake and hit the vamp in the head with the blunt end. It fell to the ground with a thud. Using the same end of the rake, Dean stabbed it through the heart. "For good measure," he growled as he picked up the saw and swiftly cut off the vampire's head.


(I'm not very good at writing combat so I greatly apologize for this scene).


Dean looked back at Sam, and gave him a grin and a thumbs up. "I don't think this one is coming back to life anytime soon." Gordon regarded Dean with an impressed look. "You really saved my ass, didn't you? I guess I gotta buy you that drink now."


(Time skip to the bar)


Dean sat with Gordon and Sam around a small table in the bar. He could still feel some adrenaline pumping through his veins. This was a bonding experience between him, his brother and Gordon, so Dean was unsure as to why Sam seemed to be so uncomfortable. Gordon raised his glass towards Dean before taking a sip of his own beer and speaking. "You did a hell of a job killing that vamp today." Dean raised his glass at Gordon and responded, "Thanks, it feels damn good to kill again." He looked at Sam once more. "You okay, Sam?"

 

[Euonia]

(It's okay neither am I. It wasn't even bad.)


Sam Winchester


"I'm fine." Sam muttered, "Well, lighten up a little, Sammy." Gordon called out with a smirk as he took another swig of beer. "Sam looked up and glared at Gordon before inclining his head towards Dean "He's the only one who gets to call me that." He raised his hands in mock-surrender "Okay. No offense meant. Just celebrating a little job well done."  "Right. Well, decapitations aren't my idea of a good time, I guess." Sam shrugged. "Oh, come one, man, it's not like it was human. You've gotta have a little more fun with your job." Sam clenched his fists under the table and closed his eyes for a second to keep himself calm, he looked at Dean confused as to how Dean could even like this guy. Oh..Dad. Gordon's as much as an asshole as Dad and that's why Dean likes him. He rolled his eyes at Gordon and Dean "Look, I'm not gonna bring you guys down. I'm just gonna go back to the motel." he muttered awkwardly feeling more uncomfortable by the second around Gordon.

 

[Pendragon]

Dean Winchester


"Sam, you'll need these," he tossed the motel keys over to Sam. "If you want to get back into the room." He watched as Sam left the bar. Dean wasn't sure as to why Sam was acting so coldly to Gordon. He seemed like a great hunter, even if he was a bit arrogant. Dean took another sip of his cold beer, as Gordon spoke up. "Was it something I said?" Gordon looked just as confused as Dean felt. "Nah, it's not you. Sam just gets that way sometimes." Sometimes Dean felt that he would never fully be able to understand his younger brother. He shook his head, a small smile on his face.


"You know, the first time I ever killed a monster was when I was sixteen..." Dean quickly wanted to change the subject away from Sam's odd behavior. Dean had just made a friend, and he wasn't going to let Sam's sour attitude get in the way of things for him. As Dean talked, Gordon nodded and laughed, making small comments here and there. It felt nice for Dean to bond with someone other than his brother for once. "So I picked up the crossbow," he continued. "And I hit that ugly sucker with a silver-tipped arrow. Straight in the heart. Sammy was waiting in the car, and me and my Dad take the thing into the woods and burn it to a crisp. I was sitting there, staring into the fire and thinking 'I'm sixteen years old. Kids my age are worried about prom dates and pimples, yet hear I am, seein' things they'll never know about. Never even dream of.' I guess that's when I..." Gordon cut in. "Embraced the life?" Dean nodded. "So...how did you get started?"


"Well, for me...I saw my first vamp when I was eighteen. I was home alone with my sis, and it went into her room. I ran to get my dad's gun. When I got back, I tried to pull it off of her. Too late. So I ended up trying to shoot the thing, which is about as useful as snapping it with a rubber band." He laughed. "It threw me across the room, and I was knocked out cold. When I woke up, both the vamp and my sister were gone. I left home, and began to research how to kill them. And then I found it." He shook his head, as the memories came flooding back. "It was my first kill." Dean frowned. "I'm sorry about your sister." Dean could only imagine how awful it would be to lose Sam. He wouldn't even know how to feel. "Yeah...but it was a long time ago, so don't worry about it. You know...your dad--it's gotta be rough." Dean nodded in agreement. "Yeah, he was one of those guys who went through some terrible things, but never gave up. You grow up around someone like that, and you're always thinking, 'He's indestructible. He'll always be around. Nothing can kill my Dad. And then just like that-," Dean snapped his fingers for emphasis, "-he's gone." Dean found the words hard to speak. By speaking them, he would make the reality more apparent to himself. Truthfully, he was in denial.


"I can't say this to Sammy--I have to keep my game face on for him--but I'm not handling his death too well. I feel like I have this...uh." Dean stopped, looking for the words to say. "This hole inside of you? And it just gets bigger and darker and darker? That's good," he said with a knowing smile. "You can use it. Trust me. There are plenty of monsters out there that need killing. That darkness will help you kill them. Dean--it's not a crime to need your job to survive."


(Okay, so this was a long scene, so don't worry writing the same number of paragraphs).

 

[Euonia]

Sam Winchester


Sam nodded his thanks at Dean and walked out of the bar, he walked through the streets and along a dirt path to the motel. He was thankful for the fact it was a small town otherwise he probably would have had to walk for a little while, especially since the bar was quite out of the way. 


He let out a small breath he didn't know he had been holding out when he stumbled into the motel room. He tapped the floor of the room nervously as he paced around the room, unable to get rid of the feeling in his gut that something wasn't right he grabbed his cell and rung Ellen.


The roadhouse was crowded and Ellen was working behind the bar, she frowned when he heard the phone and picked up "Hello?" "Hey Ellen...uh...Sam Winchester." He answered her unspoken question of 'who's there' he felt bad for bothering Ellen but he needed to check to see if Gordon was trouble and Ellen was one of the few people he knew that knew most of the hunting community and she would be honest with him if Gordon was bad news "Sam it's good to hear from you. You boys are okay, aren't you?" she asked with concern. Sam smiled to himself, happy that Ellen seemed to care about himself and Dean "Yeah. Yeah, everything's fine. Got a question." "Yeah, shoot." "You guys ever come across a guy named Gordon Walker?" he asked, hoping that he was wrong. "Yeah I know Gordon." She replied shortly, Sam waited for her to elaborate and when she didn't he pressed further "And?" Ellen paused as if trying to work out what to say, "Well, he's a real good hunter, why you asking sweetie?"  "Well, we ran into him on a job and we're kinda working with him, I guess." he explained.  "Don't do that, Sam." Ellen replied immediately. 
 


Shit. Sam frowned  "I - I thought you said he was a good hunter." he questioned, if Ellen had just given the guy the 'all-clear' and now she was warning him away from him.  "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." Ellen warned them, the concern for the boys evident in her tone. "Ellen -" Sam started but Ellen cut him off "No, Sam? You -- just listen to what I'm telling you, okay?"

"Right, okay." Sam sighed and ran his hand through his hair hoping that Dean was okay back at the bar. He knew his brother could hold his own but if the guy was bad news then Sam didn't like he or his brother being around the guy.


(Would have done the kidnap scene but this ended up longer than I expected and I didn't want to a super long post as the kidnapping/interview scene would have been super long if it was with this.) 
 

 

[Pendragon]

Dean Winchester


Dean had to admit that it was fairly relaxing to just sit down in a bar and talk with another hunter. He trusted Gordon. He seemed to be the type of guy that could completely understand Dean. As much as Dean loved Sam, sometimes he felt that Sam didn't understand where he was coming from when it came to his love for hunting. "You know, the thing I love about this life is how it's just black and white. There's no maybe. You find the bad thing, and you kill it." He waved his hand around for emphasis. "You see, most people spend their lives in shades of grey, but not hunters. Not us." Dean offered Gordon a wistful smile. "I don't think Sam would agree with you." "I don't think Sam is much like us. Look, I'm not saying he's wrong. Just different. But you and me? We were born to do this. It's in our blood." Dean was unsure as to if what Gordon was saying was completely true. Part of him believed it, but the other part of him felt as if nothing was ever truly black or white.

 

[Euonia]

Sam Winchester


Sam headed out of the motel room and towards the vending machine, he was thankful that the motel had one that worked considering the state of the rest of the motel. He bought a soda from the machine and after having a sip he headed back to the motel room. Sam frowned as what he liked to call his 'Hunter-senses' went off, something felt wrong. He looked around cautiously waiting for something to happen, when nothing did he sighed and headed back to his room. He leant against the wooden door the day catching up with him, Suddenly a dark figure jumps him from behind. He knocks his first attacker down, then the second; the first attacker rises up behind him and slams a heavy telephone into the back of his head, knocking him out. 

Timejump to once Sam arrives at the Farmhouse where the nest is.
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Sam opened his eyes and tried looked around but all he could see was darkness, after a couple more seconds he realized he had something covering his head, he felt restraints against his wrist he struggled against them trying to get free when the bag is pulled off of his head by the bartender from the bar. He hissed and bared his fangs, advancing on Sam who started to struggle. 


A voice called out from the door "Wait! Step back, Eli." The man who Sam now assumed was called Eli scowled and retracted his fangs,the woman walked over and puled off Sam's gag. She raised her hands in the universal 'I'm not going to hurt you' sign and calmly spoke "My name's Lenore. I'm not going to hurt you. We just need to talk." Sam scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Talk? Yeah, okay, but I might have a tough time paying attention to much besides Eli's teeth." he snarled, using his head to gesture to Eli. Lenor sighed "He won't hurt you either. You have my word." Sam rolled his eyes and muttered sarcastically "Your word? Oh yeah, great, thanks." he stiffened and his tone became more serious "Listen lady, no offense but you're not the first vampire I've met."  "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." Sam raised his eyebrows, starting to get annoyed that he wasn't getting his throat ripped out - which wasn't something he had ever expected to feel "What is this, some kind of joke?" Lenore started to grow impatient "Notice you're still alive." Sam frowned "Okay, uh, correct me if I'm wrong here, but shouldn't you be starving to death?" Lenore shrugged "We've found other ways. Cattle blood." "You're telling me you're responsible for all the --" Lenore cut him off  "It's not ideal, in fact it's disgusting. But -- it allows us to get by." Sam couldn't believe what he was hearing "Okay, uh, why?"


"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." She replied, sounding slightly bitter at the last part.


Eli snarled and lunged forwards "Why are we explaining ourselves to this killer?" Lenore glared "Eli!" Eli ignored her and glared daggers at Sam "We choke on cow's blood so that none of them suffer. Tonight they murdered Conrad and they celebrated."


Lenore sighed "Eli, that's enough."


Sam smirked and echoed smugly "Yeah, Eli, that's enough."



"What's done is done. We're leaving this town tonight." Lenore told Sam. Sam frowned "Then why did you bring me here? Why are you even talking to me?" Lenore scoffed "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." Sam spoke slowly "So you're asking us not to follow you." "We have a right to live. We're not hurting anyone." She protested. "Right, so you keep saying, but give me one good reason why I should believe you." Sam replied dryly. Lenore sighed clearly frustrated "Fine." she snarled and got closer to him, "You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to let you go." Sam looked at her clearly startled and surprised by the turn in events, never thought I would be somewhat disappointed when vampires didn't tear my head off.


"Take him back, Not a mark on him." Lenore ordered. Two vampires led Sam back into the truck, once he was inside they shoved the bag back over his head and tied restraints around his hands.

 

[Pendragon]

Dean Winchester


"God damn it! I can't believe those bastards got to Sammy." Dean was hunched over a desk set aside in the corner of the motel room. His hands were propped on the desk to hold the map in place. He could feel Gordon peering over his shoulder. Part of Dean was glad that he wasn't alone in this. He admitted that he often was a bit too proud to ask for help, but he knew that he needed it this time. If the vamps could take down someone as well-trained as Sam, then he would certainly have problems on his own. "Relax, Dean. We'll find Sam, and in the process, we'll also be able to wipe out that entire nest. We got this. You just have to stay calm for him." Gordon gave Dean a pat on the back and smiled, even though the other man couldn't see him. Dean scowled. He didn't need to be told to calm down. This was his little brother that they were talking about. There was no calming down when he was in danger. But he knew Gordon was right. He nodded and relaxed his shoulders. He had to clear his head. He wouldn't be able to go after Sam in this state. He had to keep calm. Dean suddenly remembered that Althea was in the other room. He contemplated telling her where he was going, but he knew that wouldn't help in the slightest. She would be too eager and would also want to go along with him. He was about to speak once more when the door opened. He immediately jumped up, Gordon doing the same. He brought his hand to this gun, when he stopped himself, finally seeing how had just walked in. "Sammy?"