ONSRA [MALEOC]

AUTHOR'S NOTE + [CHAPTER 23]

Author's Note:

Hey guys, I'm so sorry for the lack of updates, I'm taking summer classes right now, which was probably one of the stupidest decisions I've ever made, and I am pretty much swamped with work at the moment but i'm trying to update as often as I can. Updates will be very slow, but I'll try and keep it as consistent as possible, but when I'm done with my classes, you can look forward to the regular and more frequent updates.

Sorry for the inconvenience, but if you did read this, thank you for understanding. <3

SEASON 3, EP. 7
Fresh Blood (pt.2)

Sam paced around the motel room, one of his hands rubbing his chin in worry. Meanwhile, Beau sat on Dean's bed, holding his head in one of his hands and one of his legs shaking in worry and concern. His eyes stared straight ahead, his eyes glued to the wall in front of him.

The door opens, letting out a loud squeak from the unkempt hinges. Dean walks through the door with an unbothered look on his face.

Sam breathed a sigh of relief, his hand dropping from his face and his shoulders slumping over from their tense posture, "there you are!"

Beau immediately shot up from the bed, eyes narrowed on Dean's figure in front of him.

Dean looked at them, unconcerned, "yea. Sorry, I stopped for a slice."

Beau's jaw clenched, and his fists tightened. Choosing to keep his mouth shut, instead just staring at Dean with dead eyes. Sam looked at home with a concerned face, his eyes wide from concern and brimming with tears in distress. If Dean noticed the looks in their faces, he pretended not to.

Sam's jaw clenched his jaw, "nice move you pulled back there, Dean running right at the weapons!"

Dean gave a cheeky smirk, "well, what can I say. I'm a badass." He completely blew over Sam's statement and concerned look, "so, i guess Gordon's out of jail."

"Uh, yea, I guess so. You know, how the hell did he know where to find us?"

Dean stopped for a moment to think before his eyes widened in realization. "That bitch." Both Sam and Beau watch as Dean snatches his phone out of his pocket and angrily calling someone.

"Hi, Bela."

Beau's mood flattened even more at the woman's name, he let out an irritated huff as he watched an angry Dean talk to Bela.

"Question for you. When you called me yesterday, it wasn't to thank me for saving your ass, was it?"

Beau heard her voice from the other side of the phone, an unbashful tone in her voice, "No. Gordon Walker paid me to tell him where you were."

Dean blinked in mock confusion, his eyebrows furrowing. "Excuse me?"

Her throaty laugh flowed through the phone, "well, he had a gun on me. What else was I supposed to do?"

Dean gave an airy disbelieved laugh, his voice rising in anger the longer he talked to her, "I don't know, maybe pick up the phone and tell us that a raging psychopath was dropping by?"

"Ah. I did fully intend to call, I just got a bit sidetracked."

"He tried to kill us!"

She responded to him in a fake tone of voice, "I'm sorry. i didn't realize it was such a big deal. After all, there are three of you and one of him."

Dean's voice heightened again as his grip on the phone got harder, "there were two of them."

"....oh."