Chapter Six: My Seat

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6.

Leodora pulled into a parking spot at the place where Castiel had sent her. It looked like an abandoned factory.

Suspiciously, she turned the car off and slid out of the front seat. Leo tucked a hand gun into the back of her pants, a silver knife into her boot and armed herself with a machete. This seemed like the place a vampire would settle for a nest.

Leodora scouted around the building and when she deemed it was safe enough to enter. That was when a gun was fired and yells followed.

Leo kicked open a door and ran in. It was Sam and Dean fighting with someone. The man was sucking on Dean's neck and Sam was recovering from what seemed like a hard fall.

She grabbed the man's collar and ripped him away from the elder Winchester. Leo swung the machete at his head, but he knocked her hand away, causing her to drop the weapon. He swung at her, nicking her jaw. She hissed and punched him in the face. The man grabbed her by the neck and threw her across the room. Leodora landed with a crash.

Sam hit the vampire in the back of the head and slammed him against a worktable. He wrapped a piece of razor wire around his neck and pulled. He pulled until the man's head fell off.

Leodora walked over to the head, rubbing the back of hers. "Hey, is this Gordon Walker?" She glanced over her shoulder at the pair.

"Leo?" Dean called out, obviously surprised that she was here.

"Hmm?"

"How'd you find us?"

"I had a little help," she shrugged and straightened herself out again. Sam raised an eyebrow but she ignored it. She'd have time to explain later. Instead, Leo climbed through the hole she had previously created.

"You just charged a super-vamped-out Gordon with no weapon. That's a little reckless, don't you think?" Dean muttered to Sam who just ignored him.

"How'd you get here?" Sam asked Leo.

"Rental car, they'll find it eventually. I'm coming with you guys," Leodora told them, pulling out her bag of belongings and slung it over her shoulder.

"Who said you could come with us?" Dean looked at her like she was insane.

"An angel," she replied nonchalantly. There was no way they'd believe her, despite her telling the truth. Leo caught sight of Dean holding his neck. "I can take care of that. Let me see," she tugged at his fingers to inspect it further.

Dean pulled away from her. "No. Not here at least. C'mon, I guess we can trust you enough."

"Hey man, they don't call me the protector for nothing," she quipped before settling into the back seat of the Impala. "Nice car," she murmured, admiring the upholstery.

The three sat in an awkward silence as they drove back to the motel. Leo had once tried to drum up a conversation, but to no avail.

Once they reached the motel, Leo helped Dean to their room. Right away, she began to patch up his neck.

When she was finished, Dean had a gauze on his neck and all of his scratches and cuts had been disinfected. Sam was in a similar state, except he was holding ice to his forehead. All three of them were nursing a glass of whiskey.

Dean was dozing and Sam was reading a journal. Leo was staring out the window, similar to the way a guard dog would.

"Who are you?" Sam asked suddenly.

"Leo."

"Full name?"

"Leodora Colt. Why do you ask, Samuel Winchester?" Her attention turned from her guard position to Sam.

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