CHAPTER SIX:
BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER.

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A HOWLING STORM raged over Sioux Falls. Thunder and lightning rumbled from the blackened sky that had washed over southern South Dakota, making the house shudder with each growl of the sky. Rumsfeld was sleeping soundly on the sofa in front of the windows, perfectly at ease as the rain pelted against the windows. Birdie was comfortably seated at Bobby's desk in front of the smoldering fireplace, her head lazily leaned back with her eyes peacefully closed as she basked in the contentment of doing absolutely nothing.

A book was lazily tossed on the desk, the woman still unable to get through the first page of The Great Gatsby no matter how hard she tried to get into it the words written by F. Scott Fitzgerald so many years ago. An old radio that was placed in the far corner of the room was giving the local weather report for the next couple of hours so Sioux Falls residents were being kept aware of the changing weather conditions, but Birdie paid no attention to it as she focused on the sound of the pitter-pattering rain.

It was only a few days after she and the brothers had saved Bela's life, Birdie having parted ways with them in order to get her motorcycle from Bobby's. She needed her own way of getting around for when she went on solo hunts or had somewhere to be. And with her bike back in driving condition, it seemed like it was only fitting for her to get back on it——with the promise she'd be more careful on it. And thankfully, during that time, she hadn't had to deal with any more nightmares. She still wasn't sleeping a whole lot, but being at Bobby's and having Rumsfeld to sleep right by her side was comforting.

Her eyes slowly peeled open when she heard another rumble, a content sigh escaping her lips as she looked around at the empty house. Bobby was on a hunt himself, chasing down a ghoul somewhere in southern Missouri. Sam and Dean were already after a vampire who seemed to have a specific taste for blondes, figuring they'd be done with it in just a couple of days. Birdie would have tagged along with Bobby, but with him taking on a case, he'd asked her to look after Rumsfeld since the usual woman he normally asked was taking care of her sick kid. Birdie didn't mind, rather happy that she'd have his house all to herself and was free to do whatever she wanted while Rumsfeld kept her company.

"Rumsfeld," Birdie suddenly said, tilting her head towards the dog. He poked his head up at the sound of his name, looking over at the woman, tail faintly wagging back and forth. "Do you know if Bobby bought any snacks?" Rumsfeld simply stared at her. She nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders and stood up, heading into the kitchen to see for herself. "I'll take that as a maybe."

Birdie swiftly made her way into the kitchen, Rumsfeld simply watching her move as he lounged on the couch. She let out a sigh as she opened up the fridge, huffing when she saw a carton of expired milk, two beer cans, and a carton of eggs. She shook her head and stood up straight, closing the fridge with disappointment. She glanced over at the counter, a gasp escaping her lips when she spotted a carton of Oreos hidden behind some dusty old cookbooks.

She hurried over, letting out an excited giggle as she pulled the carton out. It'd yet to be open, meaning it was either still brand new or it'd been forgotten about——either way, Birdie decided to help herself to the cookies.

She stepped over to the table, placing the carton on the surface to pry it open. Her grin remained on her lips as she started to open it, but it quickly fell when one of the phones hung up on the wall started to ring.

"You gotta be kiddin' me," she muttered in annoyance, leaning in close to the phones; how Bobby kept track of them all, she still couldn't understand. But, knowing someone was expecting help if one of those phones were ringing, she sucked in a deep breath and picked up the one labeled FBI. "Hello?"

"Hey, Boss," she heard Dean's voice say, something hidden within his tone as if discreetly making sure she knew to play along.

Birdie made a face, but a small smirk started to appear on her lips. "Hey, fella," she cheerfully greeted him. "Need some help?"

Dean cleared his throat, no doubt in Birdie's mind that he was refraining from rolling his eyes at Birdie's obvious enjoyment. "Yeah, we got a little problem here. Local badge here needs confirmation that we're supposed to be here——how the word came down from DC."

"Okay, but which names are you going by this time?" Birdie asked, wanting to make sure that if asked, she'd call them by the right names and not blow their cover right then and there.

"He's right here, Agent Portman."

Birdie breathed out a faint laugh at his response, shaking her head as she sat down at the table. She casually leaned back in the chair, propping her feet up on the table; this time, Bobby wasn't there to yell at her for it. She heard some shuffling on the other end, figuring Dean was handing the phone over to the person challenging their authority.

"Hello?" A gruff voice asked. "Who am I speaking with?"

"Special Agent Portman," Birdie firmly said, a southern accent coming out stronger than usual. "Now who am I speaking with?"

The man on the other end scoffed. "Yeah, okay, very funny, sweetheart. How about you give the phone to the real boss?"

Birdie clenched her jaw, tilting her head. "Excuse me?"

"C'mon, babe," the man laughed. "You don't really expect me to believe that you're in charge, do you?"

Birdie stood up, making her way back over to the desk with relief that it was one of the cordless phones. Her computer was pushed off to the side, tucking the phone under her ear as she opened it up before sitting at the desk. "Who am I speaking with?" Birdie repeated.

"I am Agent Eric Semore, babe," he answered.

"Agent Semore, huh?" Birdie asked with a hum, a flirty tone in her voice as she narrowed her eyes in thought while typing up his name.

"You say it so nicely."

Birdie simply hummed again, smirking as she pulled up his profile along with his bank records for the past few months. Her eyes raked over his expenses, brows raising as she saw quite an enormous amount being paid to a woman who was not his wife. "You really think so?" she giggled, trying to hide her disgust as she googled the woman who was getting paid the strange amount only to find that it was the wife of his best friend. Birdie smugly smirked and leaned back in the chair, letting out a sigh. "I bet Tonya Wilmington says it much better than me, though."

There was a brief moment of silence and Birdie knew she had him in the palm of her hand. "How the hell do you know that name?"

"Because I'm fucking Special Agent Portman," Birdie seethed. "Now, underestimating women and thinking they're all beneath you because it makes you feel better about yourself and that your marriage isn't about to crumble because you're screwing your best friends wife and she's pregnant with your kid, but I promise you——there will be hell to pay if you question my authority again and not let two of my best agents do their fucking job. Now are we clear, Agent Semore?"

"I, uh——yes, ma'am, uh, I mean Special Agent Portman," Agent Semore stammered.

"Good," Birdie said. "Now be a good little agent and hand the phone over to Agent Christensen."

"But Agent McGr——"

"Did I stutter?"

"No, Special Agent Portman."

There was some more shuffling, Birdie glancing to the window as the storm raged on outside. "Bird?" Sam softly asked, the sound of Dean speaking was briefly heard until it stopped as if he was walking away now that they'd been given confirmation for being there. "What the hell did you say to him? He looked like he was about shit himself."

Birdie giggled, closing her laptop with a content sigh. "I just told him that I know about his affair with his best friends' wife that she's pregnant with his child——which also meant I know he's payin' her to keep it a secret."

"Wow, that's——wow."

"I know," Birdie heavily sighed, shaking her head. At that same moment, thunder rumbled in the sky.

"You sure you're okay there by yourself there?" Sam questioned.

Birdie chuckled, a small smile etched on her lips. "But I'm not by myself, Sam. I got Rumsfeld keepin' me company."

Sam breathed out a laugh at her response. "Alright, fair enough. Are we still goin' to the movies once we finish up this case?"

"Um, of course," Birdie replied. "I think we all deserve that much."

"Do you have one in mind?"

"Not really, but I'll say right now that I am not watching anything with puppets, dolls, or vampires——I deal with them enough as it is," she said. Sam snickered, causing Birdie to scoff at him finding her serious response humorous. "Maybe they'll be playing a special edition of IT, Sam. Does that sound good to you, Sammy?"

Sam stammered, clearly not expecting Birdie to bring up the 1990 film he'd never seen nor ever planned on watching in his lifetime. "Wha——I don't. . .I'm-I'm sure there's a better movie——"

"Sam, you know I'm just fuckin' with you right?" she snorted, fiddling with a pen that was laid on the desk.

"How'd you. . .know?"

"Sam, I love you, but you're not the most subtle person in the world," she truthfully told him, a grin still on her lips. "Well, sometimes you are, but when it comes to those things, I see right through you."

Sam let out a huff, wanting to claim that he didn't know what she was talking about, but he needed to get back to work; not that she would have even believed him if he tried denying it, anyways. "Okay, okay," he said, softly sighing. "No puppets, dolls, vamps, or. . .clowns. We'll think of something when we're done, okay?"

"Alright," Birdie said. "You and Dean stay safe, okay? And hey, if you need anything——"

"We'll give you a call," Sam finished for her, causing her smile to widen. "Talk to you later, Bird."

"Bye, Sam."

Birdie pulled the phone away from her ear and hung up, letting out a sigh as she set her phone on the desk. Rumsfeld glanced over at her, head slightly tilted as his eyes closed once again. Birdie softly smiled, her eyes flickering towards the window. The curtains were pulled back, allowing her a clear view of the rain that drenched Sioux Falls. Clouds covered the entire sky, only more and more rolling in as the heaviest part of the storm finally arrived.

A bright strike of lighting made her flinch as it flashed through the windows, lighting up the entire room for a brief second. Rumsfeld let out a bark at the sound, seeming more annoyed than frightened that the rain was only worsening. Birdie wasn't sure how much longer it was going to go on, the radio having crackled off during the phone call and had yet to return.

But, she didn't mind simply listening to it.

It was the most peace she'd felt in a while.

After a while, she picked up her phone, flicking it open as she continued to munch on some more Oreos——she'd eaten almost over half the bag. She'd readjusted to radio and changed the station, landing on one that was playing 80's pop hits as other background noise as rain speckled against the roof still. She aimlessly scrolled through her contacts, a small smile appearing on her lips as her gazed landed on Kaiya's name. But, before she could click on it, a number she didn't recognize began to call her.

She let out a huff and answered, glancing over at Rumsfeld. "Hello? Who is this?"

"Is that any way to talk to a friend?"

"Friend my fuckin' ass," Birdie harshly snapped. "How'd you get my number?"

"Quite easy, actually," Bela Talbot cheekily replied.

Birdie mimicked the British woman under her breath, shaking her head. "What do you want, Bela?"

"Sam and Dean are in trouble," Bela said.

Birdie's eyes slightly widened before they sharply narrowed. "And if they were, why would you call to tell me?"

"Sam's dear old friend Gordon's escaped from prison and is on his way to kill him," Bela explained.

"What?!" Birdie nearly shrieked.

"I tried to warn them not to go after him and get out while they still could, but you and I both know those boys aren't going to listen to me."

Birdie made a face. "I wonder why. . ."

"Can you put your hatred aside for me aside for five minutes and just listen to what I have to say?" Bela snapped, causing Birdie's lips to smack closed at the harshness in her tone. "Your boyfriend and his brother are about to get themselves killed. I don't think they can take Gordon and his friend on by themselves."

"His friend?" Birdie repeated with a frown.

"Dean said there were two of them," Bela said.

Birdie thought for a moment, a gasp escaping her lips as she abruptly stood up. "That motherfucker."

"I take it you know who his friend is?"

"I do," Birdie gritted out. 

"Well, now that we're even——"

"Hang on," Birdie interjected, starting to try and collect her belongings. Rumsfeld watched, head perked up as he watched her quickly move around the house. "Why are you telling me this? I highly doubt you care whether we live or die."

"I don't, but Dean threatened me after he found out I told Gordon where him and Sam were——"

"You did what?"

"We can discuss that later. For right now, you need to get to Sam and Dean. Maybe you can talk some sense into them."

"Bela, I've been trying to do that for years," Birdie said.

"Then I guess you will just have to try harder tonight."

Birdie let out a sigh, glancing towards the windows again. The storm was still going strong, but Birdie had to leave now if she wanted to make it to Sam and Dean in time. "I guess so," she said. She picked up her bag and sat it on the end of the couch beside Rumsfeld, twisting her lips. "Uh, Bela. . .I, um. . ."

"Don't strain yourself."

"Screw you," Birdie huffed.

"Ciao, Birdie."

Bela then hung up, causing Birdie to scoff. She stuffed her phone in her back pocket, looking down at Rumsfeld. "Wanna go on a road trip with me, bud?"

"Hey, don't look at me like that. I brought you along. Isn't that enough?"

Rumsfeld whimpered, gazing up at Birdie as she started to make her way towards the door of the motel room she'd gotten for the night——mostly as a place to put Rumsfeld so he wasn't put in harm's way by chance.

She had attempted to get a hold of both Sam and Dean on the way, but apparently their numbers were no longer working anymore. Birdie wasn't sure why exactly, but she had a bad feeling about it when she called Dean again and it said that number was no longer in service.

She shook her head, putting a smile on her lips as she ruffled some fur on Rumsfeld's head, kneeling in front of him as he laid on the full sized bed. "I'll be back before you know it, okay, Rum?" she softly assured him. "And I'll have two of your best friends with me, too."

Rumsfeld let out a sound of approval, causing Birdie to lightly giggle. She leaned forward and pecked the top of his head, slipping a duffel bag over her shoulder. She wasn't sure if she'd run into both Gordon and his friend or only one of them, but she wanted to be prepared either way; not to mention Sam and Dean were meant to be hunting a vampire in that same area and she didn't want to be left defenseless to both humans and monsters——which were one in the same sometimes.

She let out a sigh and zipped up her jacket, feeling the weather getting colder and colder as it got closer to Christmas time. There was still over a month before the holiday, but the entire year had been going by a lot faster than usual.

Birdie hated to think of why time was passing by so fast, but she found it hard not to think that in May, she would lose one of her best friends.

She huffed and locked the motel door as she stepped out into the bitter cold, instantly feeling the wind begin to nip at her exposed flesh. She twisted her lips and turned around, beginning to make her way towards the truck she'd taken from Bobby's. He hardly ever used it, usually only using it if he had to transport something that needed to be tossed in the back or leaving it as a spare for him or a fellow hunter to use. Then she quickly opened up the door, letting the bag fall down her shoulder. She tossed it inside and then climbed into the driver's seat. She pushed some hair out of her face and put the key in the ignition, ready to try and track the brothers down. She turned the key, frowning when it didn't start.

"Not again," she grumbled, rather annoyed with all the trouble the car had given her on the way there. "Just work, please."

It stalled again.

She let out an annoyed sigh and climbed out of the truck, slamming the door shut. She headed to the front, propping open the hood to see if she could find out what was wrong. She barely knew anything about cars and trucks aside from how to start or parallel park them, but she could tell if something was wrong if there was a flimsy wire not hooked to anything or there was some smoke rolling out of a place it wasn't meant to——both of which were never good signs.

She squinted and reached into her pocket, pulling out a flashlight to make all of the parts easier to see. She shined it all over the place, stopping when she spotted a severed wire. She frowned and reached forward, carefully holding it on her fingers. She didn't know much, but there was no way that wire did that on it's own.

Someone had tampered with it.

Birdie's eyes widened with horror, whirling around with her other hand going to reach inside her pocket, but there was already a man standing behind her.

She'd never met Gordon Walker before, but when she made it to the motel, she looked him up to find out what he looked like and how he managed to escape prison.

It was undoubtedly him.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she took in his appearance, eyes wide as she stared at the dark skinned man. He appeared to be sweating, breathing ragged, but that wasn't what caught her attention——what caught her attention was the red and yellow inside his eyes.

"Well, if it isn't my lucky day," he darkly said, taking a small step closer to her. "Or, it would be if I didn't already know you were comin' here."

Birdie clenched her jaw, discreetly sliding her hand towards her back pocket where a pocket knife was stashed. "Oh, is that so?" she curiously asked, eyes flickering to the side as she looked for his blond friend she'd encounter just not too long ago. "How'd you know I'd be here?"

"Remember getting a phone call the other night?" Birdie's eyes slightly widened. She'd thought that was a mistake. "You weren't with the Winchesters when I found you yesterday, but turns out you came to help them just when I lost track of them. Lucky me."

"You're not lucky," Birdie sneered, jaw clenched. "You and your friend are gonna be killed by the same man you stupidly believe is the Antichrist."

Gordon faintly shook his head. "Actually, I took care of my friend myself, and now I'm going to take care of Sam once and for all," he said, snarling at her.

Birdie moved back, body pressed against the front of the truck when she saw his teeth turn into sharp fangs. "No you're not."

"Oh, but I am," Gordon replied, towering over Birdie. "Because I have something both the Winchesters love, and I'm gonna take that away from them."

"No!"

Birdie grabbed her knife and swung, but Gordon harshly struck her across the jaw. She tumbled to the ground, eyes fluttering shut.

Rumsfeld angrily barked as he stared out of a crack in the window to see what Birdie was doing, but Gordon paid no attention to the dog. He kept his focus on the younger woman, a proud smirk appearing on his lips as he took in Birdie's unconscious figure.

"I've got you now, Sam Winchester."

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Birdie was incredibly cold.

She sucked in a shaky breath, groaning at the pain she felt searing through her jaw from where Gordon had struck her. If she hadn't seen his eyes or his newfound fangs moments before, she would've been impressed that he'd left that kind of pain resonating in her body. She already knew he'd been an impressive hunter, mostly chasing down vampires, but that was until he started to believe that Sam would somehow be the one to cause the end of the world.

Birdie's eyes slowly opened up as she started to gain consciousness once again, brows furrowing together as she stared down at the concrete floor.

The world swayed for Birdie, making her close her eyes again as a wave of nausea washed over her. She took in a few deep breaths through her nose, opening her eyes as she tried to take in her stingy surroundings. The smell was what hit the woman first, recognizing the pungent scent of mildew, rot, and blood. She tried to turn her body, ignoring the protest of her aching wrists as they supported her weight. Birdie was hung from the ceiling, feet barely dangling off the ground. When she shifted slightly, the sound of metal clanking against itself echoed over the dripping of water.

She could tell she was chained to the ceiling, causing a low groan to escape her lips. "Fuck me," she murmured. "Again?"

She tried to make sense of her surroundings, noticing the pipes built into the wall and the flickering light bulbs overhead. The walls were made out of a dark wood, looking half-rotten from water damage that came from the leaking pipes. Looking to the side, Birdie noticed a hunched-over figure, but it was hard to make out their features in the dim light. Yet, she could tell it was a younger woman with dark blonde, stringy hair that stuck to her pale skin. She shivered slightly, but didn't seem to be conscious as she took shallow breaths. The woman's arms were raised, tied to the pipes behind her as she laid in a rather uncomfortable position.

Birdie's senses were overtaken when she heard movement come from behind her, causing the woman to flinch as she tried to turn to see who it was. But, in the back of her mind, she already knew who it was——Gordon.

"Aren't you known for killing vampires?" Birdie grunted, voice hoarse. Gordon slowly came around, darkened eyes narrowed. Birdie shook her head, slightly wincing. "That's kinda ironic."

"You won't think so in a few minutes," he shortly replied. Birdie's brows furrowed together, visibly confused. Gordon sent her a wicked smirk, looking aside at the younger woman who was off to the side.

Birdie sucked in angered breath, narrowing her eyes towards Gordon. "You touch her and I swear——"

"Calm down," Gordon said, standing in front of her with his arms folded over his chest. "All I want is Sam."

"Yeah, by using me and that poor girl?" Birdie scoffed, hatefully twisting her lips. "That's not how being a hunter works. You know that."

"No, but see——I'm not a hunter anymore," Gordon said, taking a few steps closer to the woman. "I'm a monster."

Birdie faintly tilted her head, eyeing the man. "Then you know what happens next, right?"

"I do," Gordon nodded.

He made his way over to the girl, causing Birdie's eyes to widen in horror. The girl whimpered as he got closer as she'd awoken a few moments again, trying to scoot away, but Birdie could tell she was close to passing out at any moment.

"No, Gordon. Don't," Birdie breathed out, helplessly shaking her head. "If. . .if you're gonna hurt someone, hurt me——not her. She doesn't deserve that."

Gordon kneeled in front of the girl, smirking towards Birdie. "Don't worry, Birdie. You're next."

Gordon reached forward and grabbed one of the girl's arms, holding it out for Birdie to see. Then he pulled up the sleeve of her jacket, shushing the girl when she whimpered at the faint touch. Birdie clenched her teeth together, ignoring the sharp pain in her jaw. Gordon moved the girl's arm, letting Birdie see a cut in her arm where blood was smeared around the wound.

Oh, fuck.

"You fuckin' dick," Birdie sneered.

"I'm doing what I have to do," Gordon said, rolling the girls sleeve down before he stood back up. Hereturned to Birdie, slowly reaching into his back pocket. "You of all people should understand why I'm doing this."

"Understand why——wait, what do you mean by me of all people?"

"You and Sam," Gordon said. "Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about."

Birdie groaned, giving him an incredulous look. "I-I. . .not that I don't exactly mind the assumptions, but why does everyone assume Sam and I are a thing?"

"Is that really what you're worried about right now?"

Birdie softly huffed, sucking in a pained breath. "I'm not worried. I'm just curious. And hey, fucker, you're the one who decided to abduct me——it's not my fault you picked someone who's chatty. . .on occasion. And, you know what, the least you can do is answer one damn question."

Gordon shook his head, pulling out the knife. "You do talk too much."

"Gordon, wait, you don't wanna do this——"

Gordon simply continued to walk closer, but Birdie lifted her legs, kicking him backwards. He grunted as he was knocked to the ground, anger spiking inside his body.

Birdie looked up, trying to pull on the restraints, but they didn't budge. She tried harder to break free despite the pain, halting when Gordon got up and stormed over to her with his lips turned into a sneer. She gritted her teeth together and went to lift her feet again when he got close enough, but Gordon was faster. He struck her in the lower stomach, causing her to loudly gasp. She felt like all of the air in her lungs had been sucked out, deep breaths following suit as she attempted to reel in from the harsh blow.

Gordon didn't waste any time and made a lengthy cut in his arm. He then grabbed a tight hold of Birdie's jaw, an evil smirk appearing on his lips as he held his arm above her mouth as she attempted to regain her breath. She struggled to break free, trying to keep her head away or at least close her mouth. Gordon simply tightened his grip on her jaw, causing her to whimper as he held her head in place so she was unable to move. He rubbed his arm across her mouth, the blood seeping into Birdie's parted lips.

"Don't worry, little bird," Gordon said as he lowered his hand, noticing the distressed look that appeared on the woman's lips. "I'm sure you'll do the right thing and take care of yourself just like I will once I kill Sam."

Dean had just finished boarding up his and Sam's motel room, making sure that his and Sam's scents were covered so Gordon wouldn't be able to track them by using their scent. It struck them by surprise to find out Gordon had been turned, but it also gave them even more issues as Gordon was still dead set on killing Sam no matter what it took and his supposed friend was found dead near the edge of town. Though, they'd managed to find the vampire who was taking blonde women and turning them into vampires without their knowledge. But there, they found out that the vampire had abducted Gordon in hopes of getting his revenge on the man responsible for so many vampire deaths. As a result, he turned Gordon into a vampire as an ultimate form of payback. However, it hadn't gone as he planned.

Gordon broke free of his restraints and tore off the heads of the other vampires with his bare hands, sporting an increased strength along with a bloodlust that couldn't be tamed, making him even more dangerous now. But, together, they were certain they could've taken him on.

Dean sat in a chair of the stingy motel room, his and Sam's new phones——which they'd gotten so Gordon couldn't track them and had yet to give the new numbers to anyone——stuffed in their pockets. Sam was in the corner of the room, lighting some sage as an extra precaution. He tightly gripped a machete, him and Dean letting the hours tick by as they waited to see if Gordon would find them.

It wasn't until about two and a half hours later that Dean's phone started to ring.

Sam jumped at the sound, turning his gaze away from the window he was peeking out of to look at Dean. "You've had that phone two hours, Dean. Who'd you give the number to?"

Dean shifted in the chair, carefully holding his own machete. "Nobody," he answered, fishing his phone out of his pocket. Sam grabbed a nearby chair, quickly pulling it over so he could sit near his brother to hear the call. "Hello?"

"Dean."

Dean shifted, instantly recognizing Gordon's voice. Dean briefly looked over at Sam, silently letting him know who it was. "How'd you get this number?"

"Your scent's all over the cellphone store. Of course, I can't smell you now. Where are you?"

"Well, I guess you'll just have to find us, won't you?"

"I'd rather you come to me."

"What's the matter, Gordo?" Dean wondered, sitting up in the chair with his arm propped up on his knee. "You're not afraid of us, are you? We're just sitting here. Bring it on!"

"I don't think so."

Birdie watched Gordon move the phone, holding it up to the trembling girl. "Please. Please."

Dean's face fell at the sound of the woman's voice.

Gordon shushed the girl as he pulled the phone away. "Factory on riverside off the turnpike. Be here in 20 minutes or the girl dies."

"Gordon, let the girl go."

"And if the girl isn't enough for you, I heard from a little bird there's someone else. . ." Gordon stood up, making his way over to Birdie. Birdie hatefully narrowed her eyes, closely watching him. He expectantly looked at her, holding the phone up to her as he stood to the side of her. She didn't say a single word. "C'mon now, don't get shy on me now."

Birdie tilted her head, something popping into her head. "It's a trap! The gi——"

Gordon swung a fist, his clenched hand colliding with Birdie's face once more. Her head lulled to the side, a low groan escaping her lips. It wasn't enough to knock her out this time, but part of her wished it was.

"Bye, Dean."

"Gordon! Don't do this. You don't kill innocent people. You're still a hunter."

"No, I'm a monster."

Sam and Dean arrived within twenty minutes, fearing for both the girl and Birdie. They quietly made their way through the empty factory, constantly looking around for any sign of Gordon, or Birdie and the girl.

They tightly gripped their machetes as they walked through the grimy building, making their way to the lower floor with their hearts starting to race.

They walked past some dusty shelves, heading for a corner when they heard a muffled sound off to the side of them. They turned their heads at the sound, spotting the girl Gordon had taken. They hurried over to her, holstering their machetes so they could untie her. They spotted Birdie strung up near the wall, blood trailing down from her mouth with her eyes peacefully closed.

"Hey, we got you. Don't worry. We're gonna get you out of here," Sam told the girl, kneeling in front of her, beginning to untie her.

"I got her," Dean told Sam, nudging his head towards Birdie. "You go check on Bird."

Sam hurried over to Birdie, eyes full of concern as he took in the blood and the dark bruise he could see beginning to form on her jaw. He gently touched her cheek, frowning. "Birdie," he softly said, reaching up to start untying her. "Birdie, come on. Not again."

Birdie still didn't move.

Sam went to place his hand on her neck, but then he saw her chest moving——she was still alive at least.

Dean quickly helped the other girl onto her feet, helping her take the gag out of her mouth. "Get up. Watch your head," he softly said, the lowered ceiling they had to creep under to get to them making them have to duck their heads to exit the small room. "Watch your head."

Sam frantically untied Birdie, easing her into his arms. He cradled her close to his chest, heart racing with fear, panic, and especially anger.

The girl was sobbing, barely able to walk as Dean ushered away. Dean helped her to the side, swiftly slinging one of her arm's over his shoulder as he picked her up.

"Sam, stay close," Dean firmly instructed, glancing back to make sure he was behind him.

Sam closely followed Dean, but apparently it wasn't close enough.

A door that Dean had just walked under suddenly slid down in front of Sam and Birdie, separating them from Dean and the girl. 

Dean hastily sat the girl down, her chest rapidly rising and falling as Dean stared at the metal door with wide eyes. "Sam!"

Sam kicked at the door, him and Dean trying to get it to let up but to no avail. "Dean!"

"Damn it, Sam!"

Sam kicked the door in one last time in frustration, tightening his grip on Birdie as his eyes darted around the room for another escape.

"Sam, be careful!" Dean shouted, but his voice was mostly muffled by the door.

The lights went out only seconds later, making it pitch black on the side Sam and Birdie were trapped on.

Sam froze, eyes widening with an uneasiness bubbling inside. He stole a glance down at Birdie, letting out a sigh. He stepped to the side, sucking in a deep breath as he gently sat her on the ground near a desk that could've kept her out of harm's way. "Bird?" he tried again, but the woman's eyes remained closed.

He clenched his jaw as he stood up, pulling out his machete as he started to creep around the factory. Gordon wasn't after her——he was after Sam; Birdie was safest away from Sam.

He held his other arm out in front of him, blindly guiding him through the darkness.

"Gordon! You got me where you want me. You might as well come out and fight!"

Gordon suddenly appeared behind him. "I'm right here, Sam." Sam whirled around, swinging his machete. It swished through the air, but Gordon was already gone almost as soon as he appeared. Gordon darkly chuckled from a different part of the room. "What's the matter, Sammy?"

"So, this is really the way you want to do it, huh?"

"Damn right I do."

Gordon easily watched Sam move through the room with his enhanced vision, waiting for the perfect moment to strike on his tense prey. Sam continued to feel his way through the cold darkness, unable to see anything as his heart raced and his breathing became uneven.

"You have no idea what I faced. . .to get here," Gordon said. "I lost everything——my life. But it's worth it, 'cause I'm finally gonna kill the most dangerous thing I ever hunted. You're not human, Sam."

"Look who's talking," Sam retorted. He swung the machete to the side, just barely missing Gordon.

"You're right," Gordon said, slowly closing in on Sam. "I'm a bloodthirsty killer."

"Don't talk about it like you don't have a choice."

"I don't."

"Yes you do, Gordon," Sam said. "You didn't kill that girl, or Bird."

"No, I didn't. I did something much, much worse."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the door Dean was still attempting to get the door to open. As he tossed a pipe to the side in frustration, the girl suddenly attacked him, knocking him to the ground without warning. Dean quickly dug into his pocket, pulling out the Colt as she went to lunge at him.

He fired a single shot, shooting her in the head. Her body convulsed, sliding down the door with her eyes wide open and lips still parted with her fangs showing.

Sam was still feeling around in the other room, Gordon taunting him.

"I got to hand it to you, Sam. You got a lot of people fooled——especially the one you call Bird. But see, I know the truth. I know what it's like. We're the same now, you and me. I know how it is walking around with something evil inside you. It's just too bad you won't do the right thing and kill yourself. I'm gonna. . .as soon as I'm done with you. Two last good deeds——killing you, and killing myself."

While Gordon had been droning on and on, Sam had unintentionally backed himself into a corner, directly facing Gordon.

Gordon let out a low growl, his fangs starting to creep out. He then ran at Sam, sending them both flying through a wall that separated them from Dean.

The impact knocked the machete out of Sam's hand, sliding off to the side. Sam attempted to grab it, but Gordon reached over him and tossed it across the room where it was out of Sam's reach. He grabbed the collar of Sam's shirt, slamming him against the wall behind them. Then he flung Sam across the room before he could catch a breath, his body roughly colliding with a metal shelf, knocking off some of the items as it tumbled to ground along with him.

Dean came up from behind Gordon and pointed the Colt at him, but Gordon was quicker. He twisted Dean around, grabbing the gun and tossing him across the room just like he'd done so with Sam. He hurried back over to him and picked him up off the ground, shoving him against the wall so that he couldn't get out of his firm grip.

Instantly, he sunk his teeth into Dean's neck just as Sam lifted his head.

"NO!"

Sam hastily got to his feet, charging at Gordon. He clenched his hands together and whacked the vampire on his back, grunting as he did so. Dean sunk to the ground as Gordon let go of him, eyes shut as crimson blood trickled from the bite mark.

Gordon spun around and Sam went to punch him, but Gordon ducked the swing. He countered it, punching Sam in his stomach. Sam let out a pained yell, hunching over from the agonizing blow. Gordon swung his leg around, knocking Sam back a few steps. Sam stumbled to the side, helplessly grabbing at some of the items on the nearby workbenches. Gordon roughly grabbed him before he could get his hands on anything, slamming Sam's head against one of the tables. Blood tricked down Sam's nose, an agonizing expression on his face.

"Say your final goodbye, Sammy."

"Think again, motherfucker."

Gordon turned his head, suddenly flying backwards from a harsh blow. His hands dropped from Sam, causing the younger man to crumble on the ground with his face clenched together as agony soared throughout his entire body.

Gordon lowly grunted, looking up just as Birdie reached him with a dangerous snarl etched on her features. She roughly grabbed him by the collar of his jacket with a ferocious look swirly in her dark brown eyes, slamming her fist against his jaw again and again. She kicked him to the ground after a few more blows, harshly slamming her foot down on his face. Then she turned her head in search for a weapon, her eyes falling on Sam's machete that Gordon had tossed aside.

She sprinted over to it, snatching it up from the ground. Gordon picked himself up off the ground as her back was turned to him, shouting as he stared at her.

"Bring it, bitch!" Birdie taunted, facing him with her knuckles white as she gripped the sharp weapon.

Gordon snarled and ran at the woman. Birdie clenched her teeth together and sliced the machete through the air where she stood, slicing his head clean off even as he attempted to duck——Birdie was simply quicker.

She let out a heavy pant as his head plopped to the ground while his body toppled down, his discolored eyes still open and mouth turned into a snarl with his fangs on clear display. She slowly glanced down at the machete, seeing the crimson blood dripping from it. She huffed, looking at Sam and Dean who were starting to pick themselves up off the ground as she tried to regain her breath, adrenaline still coursing through her veins.

Her eyes unintentionally fell on the blood coming down from Sam's nose as he tried wiping it away, seeing some drops had landed on the ground near his feet.

Dean staggered to his feet, groaning and coughing as he clutched his neck in pain. He picked up the Colt, holding it close while he tried to regain his breath. He looked down in surprise at the headless Gordon, then back up at Birdie.

She quickly blinked away from Sam, looking over at Dean. "No, that's okay. Don't thank me all at once," she heavily sighed, stepping over Gordon's headless body with her hand thrown out to the side. "Just Buffy savin' the day again."

"Damn, Bird," Dean panted, nodding with impressment. He looked over at Sam, raising his brows as he and Birdie started to make their way towards the oldest Winchester. "She just charged a super-vamped-out Gordon and baited him without movin'. Now that's reckless, don't you think, Sammy?"

Birdie scoffed in disbelief. "Fuck you, Dean."

Dean chuckled, softly grunting as he headed towards an exit. Sam and Birdie followed suit, the three starting to head out of the room. Birdie turned her head, catching sight of a sign that read there were no accidents there in 183 days. She breathed out a chuckle, reaching forward and smacking away the numbers. Dean snickered at her actions, Sam breathing out a laugh as he walked behind her——at least Birdie seemed perfectly fine.

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Something was wrong——terribly wrong.

The entire car ride back to the motel, Birdie felt off, and she knew exactly why.

Yet, she couldn't bring herself to tell Sam or Dean.

She couldn't tell two of her best friends that their lives were in danger, and that she was the danger.

But, Sam had heard Gordon, and knowing what he'd done to the other girl. . .he couldn't help but wonder if he'd done the same to Birdie——he was a monster, why wouldn't he have done it to her, too? It was possible he'd only said that to get inside Sam's head, or that maybe Gordon only thought he had, but Birdie appeared to be the same as before.

She sat in the back of the Impala, silently looking out of the window, claiming she was so quiet because it'd been a rough day; the brothers couldn't have agreed more——why would they think there was something else going on?

Birdie never felt so relieved when they pulled into the parking lot of the motel. But, it was short lived as the sound of the radio suddenly became too loud, making her cover her ears to try and quiet the sounds. She clenched her eyes shut as a street lamp flashed inside the car, shining right in her eyes. The entire car ride her senses had been intensifying, but now they were becoming almost unbearable.

'No, please,' Birdie thought, deeply frowning. 'No. . .it couldn't have worked. . .'

As soon as Dean parked the car outside his and Sam's motel room, Birdie was stumbling out of the back, causing Dean to deeply frown. "Woah, take it easy," Dean said, quickly reaching out to catch her before she could fall to the ground.

Birdie instantly pulled away, quickly shaking her head at him. He stood up straight at her actions, Sam frowning as well while he watched over the roof of the car. Birdie stammered, face slightly scrunched up as more noise began to fill her ears, even the slightest bit of light making her squint despite how dark it already was outside. "I, um, I'm sorry. . .rough night," she softly said.

"You could say that again," Dean said. "C'mon let's get you inside."

Birdie quickly trailed behind the brothers, flinching when someone shouted in a nearby motel room, though, it felt like they'd screamed directly into her ears. Sadly, Sam noticed it as Dean unlocked the door.

"Bird, are you sure you're——"

Birdie hurried inside the room, wincing when Sam flicked on the light switch. She whirled around on her heel, giving him a dirty glare as she turned it off. She shook her head, face scrunched as she moved over to a lamp in the corner, hastily unplugging it from the wall——and accidentally ripping the cord from the lamp in the process.

"Uh, Birdie——"

Birdie sucked in a deep breath as she'd realized what she'd just done, hearing their heart rates start to pick up from how different she was acting. Birdie deeply frowned, turning towards them with sorrow in her eyes. "I'm-I'm sorry," she quickly said, heading straight for the bathroom.

"Birdie, wait——!"

Birdie hastily slammed the door shut, firmly pressing her back up against it to make sure they wouldn't be able to get inside. She groaned when a police siren cried out a few streets away as if taunting her of what she'd unwillingly been turned into. She let out a faint whimper as she covered her ears, sinking to the floor and curling into herself more and more.

She hissed when one of the brothers knocked on the door, her bottom lip wobbling as she felt her world beginning to crumble all around her. "Birdie, please, open the door," Sam pleaded. "Just talk to us."

Tears brewed in her eyes, already starting to fall as she thought about Sam and Dean——about Kaiya and Bobby; she wouldn't get to say goodbye to them. She was a monster; she knew how the rest of her story would go. "Oh, god," Birdie softly cried. "Bobby. . .Kaiya."

"Birdie, don't make me break down this damn door," Dean threatened, making her eyes widen. "C'mon, Bird. You know I'll do it."

"We-we can work this out," Sam hopefully added, giving Birdie the impression that he knew what was happening.

Birdie still didn't respond.

"Bird," Dean softly said, "At least let us say goodbye."

Birdie sniffled, angrily wiping at her eyes.

She couldn't believe she was going to go out as a vampire.

However, Birdie remained still on the tiled floor, crying into her trembling hands.

She easily heard the sound of the lock being picked, causing her to let out an exhausted sigh. She shakily pushed herself up, gingerly wiping at her eyes. She stole a glance at her reflection, seeing the redness in her eyes and the wet trails from her tears that had cascaded down her cheeks. A frown was prominent on her lips, some blood still smeared on the corner of her mouth. She shook her head, facing the door again.

She slowly started to unlock it, sucking in a deep breath as she did so. She heard the lockpick being taken out, shoved back into one of Dean's pockets. She reluctantly opened up the door, unable to hide her tear stained face from the brothers who were staring at her with fear and concern.

"That motherfucker," Dean breathed out, eyes raking over her distraught appearance.

Birdie winced again, seeing the lights had been turned back on. She faintly shook her head when they tried talking to her again, unable to look at either of them as she brushed through them with her head lowered. She made her way to another lamp that was turned on, hastily shoving it on the ground. It crashed to the floor, the lightbulb shattering across the surface.

Everything was just too much.

"I'm. . . I'm sorry," Birdie said as she moved and sat in one of the chairs, feeling her face fall when she heard their hearts were beating incredibly fast, thumping around in their chests.

They knew as much as she did that she was going to die.

Birdie let out a sniffle, finally turning her head to look at them. "So much for no time to die, huh?"

"No, don't say that," Sam firmly told her, frowning as he sat in the other chair, facing her; she could tell he was just as afraid as she was but he was doing his best not to show it. "We-there has to be a way to fix this."

"Sam, there isn't one," Birdie said, tears already forming in her eyes again. "We all know that."

Dean ran a hand along his face, shaking his head in disbelief. "Bird, I. . ." Dean said, turning to face Sam and Birdie. "I don't. . ."

"No, I'm not gonna ask you to. . .to do it," Birdie softly said, looking from one brother to the other. "I wouldn't ask either of you."

"Birdie, no——"

"Sam, I'm already dead," Birdie firmly told him, gazing into his panic-ridden eyes. His heart was beating like crazy; he refused to lose his brother and his best friend. "I mean, I knew it'd happen eventually, but I. . .I don't know. I thought I'd go out a cooler way."

"A cooler way?" Dean repeated her words, giving her a look of disbelief.

Birdie ignored him, trying to blink back her tears. "I won't even get to see the Iron Man movie."

"I think this is a little more pressing than that," Sam softly told her, giving her a sharp look.

"That makes two of us," Dean said. "Just my luck it comes out the day I'm checkin' out."

Birdie gave him a look, sniffling a few seconds later. "Hey, this isn't about you dying right now. This is about me dying, thank you very much."

"Unbelievable," Sam sharply snapped. He stood up from the chair, throwing his arm out at his side. "You're both willing to just give up? Not even look for another way to fix this?"

"What do you want me to do, Sam?" Birdie snapped back, standing up along with him with her hands thrown out at her sides. "Please. Tell me how I can fix this because I don't have any fucking idea how."

"We-we can find something, another way," he answered. But, they all knew there was no way to save her now. It was only a matter of time before her time on earth came to an end. The time to say goodbye had come upon them whether they liked it or not. If they waited too much longer—— "Bird. . .I can't lose you, too."

Birdie glanced down at Sam's words, feeling her tears starting to fall again. She didn't want to leave them, but she had to before she finally turned into the monster Gordon had infected her with. "I'm sorry, Sammy. I. . .I. . ."

Birdie simply shook her head, unable to think of how to say goodbye to him; it was silly, she knew, but she'd just thought they would've had more time together. She heavily sighed and threw her arms around his broad shoulders, catching him off guard at first by the sudden movement. He hugged her back a few seconds later, holding her tight as tears brewed in his dimmed eyes. Dean glanced down at the ground as he stood off to the side of them, trying to blink away the tears that he felt starting to make his vision become blurry.

They took their time with the hug, Birdie's tears still falling as she took in the fact that that was the last time she would ever hug Sam Winchester; the last time she'd hug one of her best friends. She took a small step back, smiling up at his slightly taller figure. She placed a gentle hand on his cheek, feeling her lip bottom wobble as he stared down at her through his pained tears. "Sam, promise me you'll take care of yourself," she whispered.

Sam sniffled, nodding his head. "I-I will."

She let out a shaky breath and stepped closer, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. Sam clenched his eyes shut, her kiss lingering on his skin as she moved away from him.

Birdie looked aside at Dean, giving him a sad smile as she walked over to him. He quickly wiped at his eyes, closing them when Birdie wrapped her arms around him just like she'd done with Sam. "Dean. . .please promise me you'll take better care of yourself," she murmured, sniffling a few seconds later. "You can't leave——not until it's time."

"I. . .I promise, Bird." he softly replied.

Birdie closed her eyes and tightened her grip on him, clutching his jacket in her hands. "And hey, you better get your ass an early ticket for Iron Man 'cause one of us'll be seeing it."

Dean breathed out a forced laugh. "Sure thing."

Birdie gave him a sad smile as she finally let go of him. She gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek as she did so, eyes still shimmering with tears and unspoken words that she didn't know how to properly phrase even in her last moments.

She took a few steps to the side, looking from one brother to the other. It was time. "I, uh, Rumsfeld. . .he's at a motel a few blocks away, There's a green sign in the front—room 2B, okay?" she said, wanting to make sure they found him and returned him to Bobby. "Oh, and uh, I ate the rest of Bobby's Oreos, but don't tell him at least until a week from now. And uh, Kaiya. . .I have. . ." Birdie faintly frowned, feeling something strange bubbling in her stomach.

"Birdie?" Sam softly asked, hastily wiping his tears away.

It disappeared a few seconds later, making her shake her head; it was probably nothing. "Uh, there's——"

Birdie suddenly groaned, sinking to her knees in agony.

"Birdie!?"

Birdie started to cough, hunching over as something viciously tore at her insides. She felt a pair of hands grab her shoulders, the person trying to speak to her but she couldn't focus on anything except the increasing pain.

"——hex bag?"

"I don't know!"

Birdie only continued to cough more and more like her body was punishing itself for what Gordon did to her, a blackened liquid starting to pour from her mouth seconds later. She gripped her stomach, eyes shut as she had no control over what was going on or even knew what was happening to her.

Was it death?

Or was it something completely different?

"I can't find anything!"

The hands suddenly left her shoulders, hastily going to help Dean try and see if someone had put a hex bag in their motel room. It was an incredibly long shot, but it seemed to be the only reasonable explanation for what was happening to Birdie.

Nearly a minute later of searching, the room grew silent.

Sam and Dean instantly looked to Birdie, seeing her fallen on her side with her eyes closed and the black liquid still dripping from the side of her mouth. Her lips were slightly turned blue, body still.

"Birdie," Sam breathlessly whispered, rushing to her side along with Dean.

He sat her up slightly, placing his hand on her neck as he partially laid her in his lap. "Sam. . ."

"Vamps don't have pulses," Sam told Dean.

Dean helplessly looked at Sam. "It's not——"

Sam reached over without a word, snatching up his brother's hand. He placed it on Birdie's neck, watching his expression change to shock when he felt a pulse, seeing her chest beginning to rise and fall at a surprisingly steady pace. "How the fuck is this possible?"

Sam shook his head, stunned into silence. He had no idea what happened.

But, it seemed Birdie would live to see another day, and to hopefully see Iron Man.

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OKAY BUT HOW COULD I NOT POST ON SAM WINCHESTER DAY???? SO, HERE IS CHAPTER SIX HEHE.

Thank you to latte-to-go for once again writing some of this for me 🥺😭💖. Literally so much of this story wouldn't even exist without her, so, thank you so much Amara! ALSO she posted a Dean Winchester fic called Savior Complex that y'all should seriously check out! It also features Birdie, and her main oc, Isla Carters will make appearances in my book as well heheh! (Tho, the books aren't connected as some character details have been changed on both sides!) 🥰

And hhaha, yes, a cliffhanger 😌 But, thankfully the next chapter is written and just needs to be edited one last time, so, it shouldn't take too long for me to post it, and it will also (mostly) explain what happened :) I'm trying not to do a lot of cliffhangers since I know they can become annoying if they're frequent, but I thought this one was fitting 😈

Anyways, please don't forget to leave your feedback in the comments and I hope y'all enjoyed!