ONSRA [MALEOC]

[CHAPTER 25]

SEASON 3, EP. 7
Fresh Blood (FINAL PART)

The light patter of feet skidded across the cement floor of the factory, hushed whispers fell between the three men as they continued to search for the woman they heard over the phone just an hour before.

Quietly shuffling into a room, Beau's stiffly looked around, his eyes searching in the dark for any sign of the girl or potentially, Gordon. "Is anybody in here?" Beau made sure to keep his voice down to a whisper when he called out to find the woman.

"I'm here," the soft sound of a woman's voice whispered through the room just loud enough for him to hear.

Beau took out his flashlight, that he had refused to use otherwise because he didn't want to draw attention to himself, and shone it at the direction of the voice and saw a woman sitting there tied up.

"Dean, Sam. I got her." Beau raised his voice just enough for the two to hear him and quickly heard them shuffling towards his location.

The three quickly untie her and help her stand, Beau was holding her close to him to keep her steady on her feet, " hey, I got you, we're not gonna let anything get you. You're okay."

The woman broke down with tears, now falling down her face and onto the floor. Her legs sometimes giving out from underneath her, causing Beau's grip to tighten around her.

Sam and Dean guarded the two as they slowly made their way around. Dean was in front, leading them while Sam guarded from behind. "Sam, Beau, stay close."

Beau's body shuddered, trying to control any temptation at turning. Ever since he had stepped foot near the factory, his body had been running haywire. He knew Gordon was near. He just couldn't see him.

Sam follows the three closely, not straying too far but not walking directly behind either. His body shifting uncomfortably, his eyes searching for anything unusual.

The four suddenly stop when they hear a small creaking sound coming from above them. A loud slam! Sounded out. A mechanized door had slid down, cutting Sam off from the others.

Dean rushes to the door and pounds and kicks at it, "Sam!" But to no avail, the door made no indication that it was moving at any moment. "Damn it, Sam!"

Sam pounds the door one last time in frustration, then turns and walks away from it, eyes darting around the darkness in weariness.

From his side of the door, Dean yells out to him, "Sam, be careful!"

The lights go out around them, all three men immediately bringing our their machetes on both sides of the door. Sam creeping around blindly with one of his hands held out, "Gordon! You got me where you want me. You might as well come out and fight!"

On the other side of the door, Dean is hacking away at it with his machete while Beau is tending to the woman who was now trembling. He was trying to keep himself occupied enough to not focus on war his body was putting against himself. "Beau! Come help me!"

"Everything's gonna be okay, alright? We'll get you out of here." Beau assured the girl as he set her down and quickly ran to aid Dean in getting the door to open.

"Dean, it's not gonna work!" Beau stopped after a while of not even putting a dent in the door.

Dean tosses the machete away in frustration, raking his mind for any ideas of how to get his brother back to him.

From beside him, Beau was thrown directly into the door, a loud thud ringing throughout the room. Dean spun around just fast enough to see the girl they had saved was now vamped out, her teeth pointed into a snarl, and her eyes bloodshot. She jumps on him and knocks him down and tries to attack him, but Dean pulls the Colt out of his pocket and fires a single bullet into her forehead.