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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."

I walked forward, pushing past Dean's hand, "Gordon, I'm letting her go," I said. Gordon pointed the knife to my chest, "You're not doing a damn thing." I held my breath staring at the knife.

"Hey, hey, hey, Gordon, let's talk about this," Dean said, walking slowly around the room to stand on the other side while Sam slowly walked towards me and Gordon stood close by.

"What's there to talk about? It's like I said, Dean. No shades of gray," Gordon said.

"Yeah. I hear ya. And I know how you feel," Dean said. "Do you?"

"That vampire that killed your sister deserved to die," Dean agreed and then pointed at Lenore, "But this one…" He was cut off by Gordon letting out a small laugh. He licked his lips, "Killed my sister? That filthy fang didn't kill my sister. It turned her. It made her one of them. So I hunted her down, and I killed her myself."

"You did what?" Dean asked, shocked.

Gordon turned the knife away from me, as I started breathing again staring at the darkness behind him, "It wasn't sister anymore, it wasn't human. I didn't blink. And neither would you." With that he turned the knife back to my chest.

"So you knew all along, then?" I said, glaring at him. "You knew they weren't killing anyone. You knew about the cattle, you just didn't care."

"Care about what, pretty girl?" He asked as I noticed a pair a yellow cat eyes appeared behind him as he continued, "A nest of vampires suddenly acting nice? Taking a little time out from sucking innocent people? And we're supposed to buy that? Trust me. Doesn't change what they are. And I can prove it."

Suddenly, he grabbed my arm, slicing along it. I winced at the pain, not getting a chance to pull away. He quickly put the knife to my throat, dragging me towards Lenore.

Dean and Sam pulled out their guns, holding them at Gordon. "Let her go," Sam ordered but Gordon didn't moved. "Gordon, let her go," Dean ordered. "Now!"

"Relax, boys. If I wanted to kill her she'd already be on the floor. Just making a little point," Gordon said and held my arm above Lenore, "Your point is shit," I cursed as the blood slowly dripped down my arm and onto her face. She flinched as she was looking up and looked at the blood. She hissed, her fangs extending.

"Hey!" Dean called.

"You think she's so different? Still want to save her? Look at her. They're all the same. Evil, bloodthirsty," Gordon said.

"No, she's stronger than this," I snapped ignoring the knife getting deeper to my throat, wishing Salem would hurry.

Suddenly, Lenore's fangs retracted and she turned her face away, closing her eyes tightly, "No. No."

"You heard her, Gordon," I growled as he stared own at her in confusion.

"No! No!" Lenore said with more conviction in her voice. Salem, who looked like me, pushed the knife away from my throat and pushed Gordon away before Sam pulled me behind him. "We're done here," Sam said.

"Sam, get her out of here," Dean said, signaling to Lenore. "Yeah, Salem help him please," I agreed looking at my doppelganger, who nodded and placed an arm around their neck as Sam did the same lifting her up.

Gordon made a move to stop him but Dean had his gun still pointing at him, "Uh-uh. Uh-uh!" He looked at me, "Carmen, get out." I glared at Gordon befods following Sam, Salem, and Lenore.

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Sam and I got Lenore and the others out of the place before the sun started to rise. I was holding my arm that Gordon cut while Sam was looking through the trunk of the car. 

"What are you looking for?" I asked finally breaking the silence.

"This," Sam replied, pulling out a first aid-kit. He grabbed my arm gently before wrapping a bandage around the cut. "We're gonna have to buy more of it and some type of spray," He comment, letting out a chuckle.

"Thanks, Bigfoot," I said smiling a bit.

"Okay," He said as he finished. "You good?" I nodded and towards the house before him, "Let's get Dean and get out of here." Be nodded in agreement as he shut the trunk before we headed back to the house.

We walked to the living room to see Gordon tied up on a chair, him and Dean stared at each other. I frowned, "You two want a bigger room?"

"Lenore get out okay?" Dean asked. "Yeah. All of 'em did,c Sam informed. "Then I guess our work here is done," Dean said, looking at Gordon. "How you doin', Gordy? Gotta tinkle yet?" The man just stared at him, not replying.

Dean smirked as he walked behind him, "Alright. Well, get comfy. We'll call someone in two or three days, have them come out, untie you." He slammed Gordon's knife onto the table behind him, far from him.

"You two ready to go?" Dean asked. 

"I wanna do one more thing." I replied walking over standing in front of Gordon. I smiled widely "Do you know what I do to stupid insane people?" I asked before kicking his chest, knocking his chair to the floor. 

I walked over and crouched down in front of him, "That's for manipulating my brother, going to kill innocent vampires, and cutting my arm." I said before leaning in a bit. "I would keep you mouth shut the keep the roaches out." 

I turned back towards my brother, "Okay, I'm good now. We can go." I said walking back to them, they were each smriking as I walked past them.

Sam threw his arm around my shoulder, "Arm, arm, arm," I said moving my arm away while Dean was grimacing with each step he took. We reached the bottom step before Dean stopped. "Hey, Daria." Sam and I stopped and turned to him as he unwrapped his arm from my shoulder.

Dean set his feet up like a boxer, "Clock me one."

"Huh?" I asked, frowning and looked back at Sam. He shrugged as I saw Salem pop his small head up through the window of the backseat of the Impala, shaking off one of my baseball caps off his head.

"Come on. I can take it. Let's go."

"No," I said, laughing a bit. "Hit him! Hit him! Hit him!" Salem cheered making me smile. He rolled his eyes, "Let's go, you get a freebie. Hit me, come on."

I smirked, "Fine, you want me to punch you-" With that, I punched him in the jaw like he did me, maybe a tiny bit harder, he stumbled. Sam gasped, covering his mouth taking a step back, "Wow."

Salem fell backwards laughing. Dean touched his jaw as if making sure it wasn't broken. "Damn," He mumbled before looking at me, "What was that?" I raised an eyebrow, "You wanted me to punch you, so I punched you." I said shrugging. "Come on."

Sam let out a chuck before he and Dean followed me. "Damn, our baby sis really knows how to punch," Dean said and I smirked, "Sad you just found out?"

Dean then let out a sigh, "I wish we never took this job. It's jacked everything up," He spoke seriously. We stopped at our doors and looked at each other over the roof.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

Dean looked away for a moment before at me and Sam, "Think about all the hunts we went on, guys, our whole lives. What if we killed things that didn't deserve killing? You know? I mean, the way Dad raised up…" Dean trailed off.

"Dean, after what happened to Mom, Dad did the best he could," Sam said. "I know he did. But then man wasn't perfect," Dean said. "And the way he raises us, to hate those things; and man" I hate 'em. I do. When I killed that vampire at the mill I didn't even think about it; hell, I even enjoyed it."

"You didn't kill Lenore," I pointed out.

"No, but every instinct told me to. I was gonna kill her. I was gonna kill 'em all," He confused. "Yeah, Dean, but you didn't. And that's what matters," I said.

"Yeah," He breathed out, looking away. "Well, 'cause you both a pain in my ass." Sam and I chuckled, "Guessed we might have to stick around to be a pain in the ass, then," Sam said and we both smirked at each other before he opened the passenger door.

"Thanks," Dean said, making Sam to pause. He looked at our older brother with a small smile, "Don't mention it." With that he got into the seat and I followed moving Salem. After a moment, Dean climbed into the driver's seat.

As he went to get his keys, I grabbed Salem and flipped him over to front seat. "I will always be a pain in your ass Dean," I said in a deep tone talking as Salem.

He huffed turning on the engine, "God your so weird," He said before driving away.