Running with the wolves (Supernatural x Wolfblood) BOOK 1

Chapter 15

Dean and I blocked the door with bed frames, while Sam did some hoodoo to cover our scent.

You could feel the tension as we waited around for the night with our machetes ready.

Dean's new phone then rang and it startled all of us.

"You have had that phone like two hours." Sam asked puzzled. "Who did you give the number to?"

"No one." He picked up the phone. "Hallo?"

"Dean." The voice on the other end sent shivers down my spine.

"How did you get this number?"

"Your scent was all over the cell phone store." The voice, presumably Gordon, answered. "Of course, I can't smell you or your rapid dog now." I growled quietly in offense. "Where are you?"

"I guess you will have to find us yourself, won't you?" Dean replied.

"No, I would rather you come to me."

"What's the matter, Gordo? You are not afraid of us, are you? We are just sitting here, bring it on."

"I don't think so." That was when I heard crying at the other end of the line.

"Guys, he has a hostage." I whispered.

"Very good for a monster." Gordon answered making my eyes shift. "The factory on Riverside off the turn plate. Be here in 20 minutes or the girl dies."

"Gordon, let the girl go." Dean tried to no avail.

"Bring the dog." Gordon said at last. "Bye, Dean."

"Gordon! Don't do this!" Dean yelled. "You don't kill innocent people. You are still a hunter." I couldn't help but cringe at that statement.

"No." He stated in his eerily calm voice. "I am a monster." He then hung up the phone.

"Damnit." He cursed.

"Well let's get going then." I said and went to grab my jacket.

"No." Dean looked at me very serious. "We are not bringing you."

"Dean, that girl may die if you don't. Gordon sounded pretty strict." I reasoned. "And besides I can take care of myself no matter what you believe." I held on to my machete and walked out to the car.

"She is a stubborn one." Dean sighed.

"Wonder who she takes after?" Sam teased and followed me out to the car.

We had gotten to Gordon's location.

"What is it with creepy guys and old buildings?" I mumbled over my breath.

We looked around as we entered the factory. I could hear the footsteps but too far away to pinpoint.

As well as the smell. The blood. I hated that smell.

"Guys." I whispered. "He is definitely here. I can hear him."

"Can you find him?" Dean asked back.

I was about to answer, when I was interrupted. "Working with not only one, but two monsters?" The sound of Gordon's wicked laugh echoed throughout the whole building. "That's a whole new low. Even for you, Dean."

"Who are you calling a monster?" I yelled back with anger consuming me. I wasn't a monster. Was I? "I didn't kill all those people. Hell, I haven't even killed anyone."

"Language." Dean mumbled.

"Seriously? Now?" Unbelievable, Dean Winchester. Unbelievable.

"So what?" Gordon yelled back. "You will." I could feel my heart beating faster, and my claws came out to hold the machete. "They always will."