─ 𝗜𝘁 𝗜𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗜𝗻 𝗠𝘆 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱
❝ help me, it's like the walls are caving in. sometimes I feel like giving up, no medicine is strong enough. someone help me. ❞
in which after the death
of their father they try and
figure out a way that they...
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3.3 Fangs, Fangs Go Away
The Impala sped down the road towards the farm trying to get there before Gordon could do any damage. I sighed, staring down the map and felt eyes on me but I didn't looked up.
"Hey, Carmen," Sam started softly as I finally looked up meeting his worried eyes. "Your jaw alright?" He asked. I looked back down at the map, "I've had worse," I muttered.
"I'm sorry."
I looked back up to Dean, who kept looking at the road. Sam looked at him as well as I frowned my eyebrows, "Huh?" I asked. I heard the mumble right I just wanted to mess with him.
"I said I'm sorry," He said, staring at the road.
"Heard you the first time, just wanted to hear you say it again." I said. Sam putting his arm on the door, placing a fist in his mouth, coughing. Dean gave me a look from the mirror before huffing as he looked back to the road. I gave him a small smile before looking back to the map.
Gordon's red car was already parked close by, when we stopped. I shared a nervous glance with my brothers before climbing out. My brothers followed after me and we quickly rushed to the stairs.
We went to the living room and saw Gordon was sitting on the table, Lenore was tied to a chair in front of him. She was covered in cuts, paler than normal.
Gordon got up as he saw us, "Carmen, Sam, Dean. Come on in," He said.
"Hey, Gordon. What's going on?" Dean asked, slightly surprised about what was going on.
"Just poisoning Lenore here with some dead man's blood. She's going to tell us where all her little friends are, aren't you?" Gordon said and looked at Lenore.
Dean took a step forward and Gordon looked back at him, "Wanna help?"
"Look, man-"
"Grab a knife," Gordon cut Dean off. "I was just about to start on the fingers." He dragged the knife across her arm, red veins tracing away from the cut. Lenore let out a breath full of pain as she looked like she was choking.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, let's all just chill out, huh?" Dean said as Gordon looked back at us.
"I'm completely chill,"
"Gordon, put the knife down," Sam said, taking a step towards him but Dean stopped him with a hand on his chest. "Sounds like it's Sam here needs to chill,"
"Just step away from her, alright?" Sam said, holding his hand out. Gordon stared at him for a moment and then looking at Lenore. "You're right." He agreed and dropped the knife to the table before reaching to his bag, "I'm wasting my time here. This bitch will never talk." He pulled out a larger knife, "Might as well put her out of her misery. I just sharpened it, so it's completely humane."
