Supernatural Season Three: A Dean Winchester Love Story

Fresh Blood (3)

Fresh Blood (3)

Kylie's POV

"That vampire's still out there, Dean." Sam said softly as we took the time to prepare our weapons.

Dean was sharpening his machete on a whetstone, his brother cleaning his gun on the bed across from him. I sat in a wooden chair and sharpened the blade on my knife. My eyes were on the two brothers. Ever since Bella called the room had become thick with silence and wrath, sending the three of us to do different tasks until we could calm down.

"First things first." Dean nodded as he looked at the sharpened machete.

"Gordon." I said, picking up a cloth to clean the silver.

"About that." The green eyed hunter looked between Sam and I. "When we find him, or if he finds us . . . " He trailed, choosing his words carefully. "Well I'm just saying he's not leaving us a whole lot of options."

Sam let out a breath but remained calmed. "Yeah, I know. We've got to kill him."

I nodded in agreement. "We don't have a choice."

Dean blinked in surprise. "Really?" He asked. "Just like that?" He gave an amused smile. "I thought you would have been like, No, we can't, he's human, it's wrong."

I chuckled at Dean's whiny voice. I wasn't sure if it was supposed to be Sam or I, but it still made me smile.

Sam shrugged, his face pinched with anger. "No, I'm done. I mean, Gordon's not gonna stop until we're dead . . . or till he is."

I felt bad for Sam's morals but he was right. If we didn't stop Gordon we would be on an endless cycle of hunting each other. We would have to  constantly watch our backs and with this job we had enough worrying to do.

I put my knife down, ready to move on to my next dirty weapon, when my cellphone buzzed on the table beside me. Picking it up, I immediately scowled at the name on the screen.

"What?" I growled out, not giving a proper greeting.

"I don't like it when people hold grudges against me, and more to the point, I'd rather you didn't kill me, so I went ahead and found Gordon's exact location for you." Bella greeted, worry waving in her voice.

I scrunched up my brows in confusion. "You're a hundred miles away." I got to my feet, going to the window to peak out of the blinds. I didn't find any obvious expensive vehicles in the parking lot, so Bela wasn't watching us. "How the hell did you-"

"Hello? Purveyor of powerful occult objects?" She scoffed. "I used a talking board to contact the other side." 

If we weren't in such a serious situation, I would laugh at her tactics. "And?" I questioned, a brow raised.

"Warehouse. Two stories, riverfront, neon sign outside."

"Thanks." I replied coldly, ready to hang up the phone when Bela called out my name.

"One more thing. The spirit had a message for you." She sounded tense and a little shook up. "Leave tow, run like hell, and whatever you do, don't go after Gordon. For whatever that's worth."

With that Bela hung up the phone, leaving my to look at my phone thoughtfully. Two pairs of eyes on me for answers.

"You alright?" Sam had asked me later as we packed up our bags. 

I glanced over his shoulder, watching as Dean sat at one of those mini kitchen tables his hand moving quickly as he jotted down some words on a piece of paper. He had spent the rest of the day like this, quiet and isolated. It was worrying me.