Trying to pump out parts as I have a loooong way to go. DEDICATION!!!!!!!!!!

Plus I have three weeks till I graduate and I'm done with school forever!!! *does an awful death drop*

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Episode: Season 2 Episode 3

Part: 4

Key:

(M/n) = Male Name

(D/n) = Demon Name

WARNING: Death, swearing, boy x boy, some triggering stuff. This is Supernatural, everything happens in this show/fandom.

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~Farmhouse~

Gordon dips the knife into a jar of blood. Lenore was tied to a chair nearby, covered in cuts, pale and sickly. He circles around her, slices the bloody knife across her chest. She groans. Sam, Dean, and (M/n) walk in.

"Sam, Dean, (M/n). Come on in."

"Hey, Gordon. What's 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? Wanna help?" Gordon said a little to happy.

"Like hell she will." (M/n) growled.

"Look, man-" Dean tried to say.

"Grab a knife. I was just about to start in on the fingers." He dragged the knife across her arm, veins trace away from the cut.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, let's all just chill out."

"I'm completely chill."

"Gordon, put the knife down." Sam told the man, he steps towards Gordon, but is stopped by his brother.

"Sounds like it's Sam here needs to chill."

"Just step away from her, all right?"

"You're right. I'm wasting my time here. This bitch will never talk. Might as well put her out of her misery." He pulls out a larger knife. "I just sharpened it, so it's completely humane." He turned towards the girl in the chair, (M/n) steps to block him.

"Gordon, we're letting her go."

The man points the knife at the boy's chest, stopping him.

"You're not doing a damn thing. Don't think I wont cut your head off too." Gordon warned, only warning a chuckle.

"Is that a promise? Cuz it's been awhile since I got to play with a human." At that point, Dean realized the demon was willing to break his promise and kill another human. And the Winchester could see murder in the others eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey, Gordon, let's talk about this."

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

"Yeah, I hear ya. And I know how you feel."

"Do you?"

"That vampire that killed your sister deserved to die, but this one..."

Gordon laughed. "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?"

"It wasn't my sister anymore, it wasn't human. I didn't blink. And neither would you."

"So you knew all along, then? You knew about the vampires, you knew they weren't killing anyone. You knew about the cattle. And you just didn't care." Sam said slowly.

"Care about what? A nest of vampires suddenly acting nice? Taking a little time out from sucking innocent people? And we're supposed to but that? Trust me. Doesn't change what they are. And I can prove it." He grabbed Sam's arm, slices the knife across it, then lays the knife against his throat, dragging him towards Lenore. Dean pulled out his gun.

"Let him go. Now!"

"Relax. If I wanted to kill him, he'd already be on the floor. Just making a little point."

Gordon holds the cut on Sam's arm over the girl, so the blood drips on her face. She hisses, fangs extended.

"Hey!"

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

Lenore controls herself, retracting her fangs, and turns her face away. "No. No."

"You hear her, Gordon?" (M/n) said.

"No! No!"

Sam pushed the knife away from his throat, and pushes Gordon away.

"We're done here."

"Sam, get her out of here."

"Yeah."

Sam picks up Lenore in his arms, Gordon takes a step towards him, but Dean still has the gun trained on him. And (M/n)'s eyes were trained on the male.

"Uh-uh. Uh-uh! Gordon, I think you and I've got some things to talk about."

"Get out of my way."

"Sorry."

"You're not serious."

"I'm having a hard time believing it too, but I know what I saw,. If you want those vampires, you gotta go through me." Gordon nods. He looks at his knife, then jams it into the table.

"Fine."

Dean looks at the knife, looks at his gun. He pulls the clips out of the gun and sets it aside. Gordon punches him, they start fighting. Gordon grabs the knife again. Dean groans. They are fairly well matched.

"What are you doing, man? You doing this for a fang? Come on, Dean, we're on the same side here." Gordon taunted him.

"I don't think so, you sadistic bastard."

Gordon throws Dean across the room. "You're not like your brother. You're a killer. Like me." The demon showed up in front of the man, he grabbed his neck and slammed him in the floor. (M/n)'s eyes turned pitch black. Outside, Sam and Lenore noticed the wind picked up, blowing hard.

"I've tussled with more threatening beings then you." (M/n) grabbed Gordons shirt and threw him in the wall, and punched him hard in the face, knocking the man out. Then picked him up and slammed him in the chair and tied him to it.

"Remember that next time you wanna try and kill a knight of hell bitch." (M/n)'s eyes tuned normal and the wind outside died down.

Dean realized he didn't see (M/n) fight, but it was (D/n) fighting. And sadly, he knew that was him going easy on the man.

~Later~

Sam returns to find Gordon in the chair, tied. Dean was pacing. (M/n) was sitting on a desk, the knife in his hand, twirling it, Gordon and the boy staring each other down.

"Did I miss anything?" Sam asked.

"Nah, not much. Lenore get out okay?" Sam could tell his brother was a bit shaken up by what happened.

"Yeah. All of 'em did.."

"Then I guess our work here is done. How you doin', Gordy? Gotta tinkle yet?" Gordon looks at him. "All right. Well, get comfy. We'll call someone in two or three days, have them come out, untie you."

(M/n) got up and walked behind the man and jammed the knife into the table.

"Ready to go?" Sam asked.

"One second." The boy grabbed Gordon's face roughly. "If I ever see your face again, I will make you eat your own insides. Got me?" The man spit in the boys face. (M/n) punched him, knocking the chair to the floor. Sam cleared his throat. "Okay. I'm good now. We can go." The demon walked out, wiping his face.

They exit the farmhouse. (M/n) getting in the car.

"I wish we never took this job. It's jacked everything up."

"What do you mean?"

"Think about all the hunts we went on, Sammy, our whole lives."

"Okay."

"What if we killed things that didn't deserve killing? You know? I mean, the way dad raised us..."

"Dean, after what happened to mom, dad did the best he could."

"I know he did. But the man wasn't perfect. And the way he raised us, to hate those things, and man, I hate 'em. I do. But...I think we got something big on our hands."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"Ever heard of a Knight of Hell?"