HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Forty four.

Later in the motel room, Dean was sharpening his machete on a whetstone whilst Sam cleaned a gun beside Sierra. "That vampire's still out there, guys."

"First things first." Dean hummed in agreement.

"Gordon." Sam finished sternly.

"Hate that bastard." Sierra seethed.

"About that." Dean paused, mainly looking at Sam for his reaction. "When we find him, or if he finds us... Well I'm just saying he's not leaving us a whole lot of options." 

Sam understood, unbothered about the thought of having to kill him. "Yah, I know. We've got to kill him." He calmly said.

"Really? Just like that? I thought you would have been like," Dean continued in a mock-whiny voice, "No, we can't, he's human, it's wrong."

"No, I'm done. I mean, Gordon's not gonna stop until we're dead... or till he is." Sam shrugged, then went back to clean his gun. "Plus, he shot Sierra twice, Dean."

Sierra clicked her fingers, "Exactamente!"

Dean raised a brow, but then his cell phone rang. He looked at it with a scowl, "Bela." Before he could answer it, Sierra snatched the phone from him and answered it herself, "Hey-!"

"Sh!" Sierra put a finger against his lips, then answered the call, "Bela! How nice of you to call." She sarcastically spoke.

"Sierra. I could've sworn I called Dean and not you." Bela mused, Sierra could hear that she was driving.

Sierra let out a false laugh again, just smiling at Dean as he frowned, "What do you want, you bitch?"

"Well that's not nice. Anyway, I don't like it when people hold grudges against me, and more to the point, I'd rather that boyfriend of yours not kill me, so I went ahead and found Gordon's exact location for you." 

"You're a hundred miles away. How could you-"

"Hello?" Bela pointed out as if it was obvious, "Purveyor of powerful occult objects? I used a talking board to contact the other side, sweetie."

"Oh yeah?" Sierra snickered. "What did your only friends tell you then, huh?"

"Warehouse. Two stories, riverfront, neon sign outside." Bela told her, Sierra repeated it so Sam and Dean could hear too. "And one more thing. The spirit had a message for you. 'Leave town, run like hell, and whatever you do, don't go after Gordon.' For whatever that's worth."

Bela ended the call, Sierra gave Dean the phone back whilst in thought. "What did she say?" Dean questioned.

"She knows where Gordon is." The brothers exchanged a certain look. "So we better get moving."

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The trio crept down the stairs into the warehouse in which Bela told them where Gordon was held in. Only to discover, Dixon on his knees in front of two headless women, hanging from the ceiling. Dean got his knife out ready and crept up behind Dixon.

"Go ahead. Do it. Kill me." Dixon weakly begged, tears streaming down his face.

Sam paused, looking at the bloodied place. "What happened here?"

"Gordon Walker. I never should have brought a hunter here. Never." Dixon shook his head, standing up to face them. "I just... I just wanted some kind of revenge. Stupid... exposing him to my family."

Sierra glanced at the headless women whilst speaking up to Dixon, "If you've heard of Gordon Walker, you should obviously know he has no sympathy for any kind of anything."