I walked out after my little breakdown to see Sam and Dean sitting on the couch and sharpening their machetes.

"Hey, are you okay?" Sam asked referring no doubt to my tearstained face.

"I'm fine." I quickly said wiping my face. I had heard Dean tell Sam the whole story. Of course, he had asked me first, if it was okay, and not wanting to tell it again, I gave him permission.

"Good, cause we have one stubborn ass vampire hunter to gank." Dean said with a hidden seriousness to it. "Or are you against that, Sammy?"

"No, I am with you." Sam said surprising me.

"Really just like that?" Dean asked surprised. "I thought you would be like, no we can't, he is human." Only finding the last part slightly offensive.

"He is not gonna stop before we are dead, or he is."

"That bitch." Suddenly, Dean realized something and picked up his phone.

"Bela?" He started angrily.

I chose to tune out the conversation and instead focusing on sharpening my machete. I didn't care, what Dean said. I wanted to do this hunt, and he sure as hell could keep me from doing so. The anger and guilt from my parents' death had resurfaced after telling Dean the story, and I had to deal with it the only way I knew how to.

"Bela, if we make it out of here, I swear I will kill you." I heard Dean say.

A small pause was there before he answered with: "Listen to my voice and tell me if I am serious."

We continued sharpening our machetes and getting ready as Dean hung up the phone. That was before his phone rang once more.

"What?" Dean yelled with a rage that didn't leave room for confusion as to who he was talking to. Bela.

I didn't want to listen to Bela not after she sold us out like that.

"You are a hundred miles away, how did yo-"

He was cut off.

"And?" - "thanks." He looked puzzled at his phone as the call ended.

"The spirits of the people, Gordon killed, have a message for us." Dean said catching my attention once again. "Leave town, run like hell, and whatever you do, don't go after Gordon."

"Comforting but we gotta put that sucker down." I said and tested if the machete was sharp enough.

"You aren't going." Dean stated sternly.

"Yes, I am, and you are not stopping me." I stated clearly leaving no room for discussion.

"Okay, so we should probably find Dixon first, since Gordon would have gone after him." Sam sighed.

"So, find the alpha and then the nest." I said coldly.

"Bela said, he was at a warehouse in town, so let's go and find it." Dean grabbed the keys and his machete. He knew, he couldn't talk me out of it.

We drove for a little while, before we found the warehouse, Bela or the spirits had talked about. Right as I got out of the car, I could smell the foul smell of blood.

"There is definitely blood here." I whispered as we made our way to the entrance. We snuck inside the building to find a vampire cradled on the floor next to two female bodies with their heads chopped off.

"He is the vampire." I assured them. "I can smell him."

"And I, you." He said in a sad voice and looked at me. "Hunting your own kind. What a hypocrite."

"I can live with being called that, when it comes from a guy, who tricks innocent girls into becoming killers." I growled with an unmistakeable coldness. "Besides you are not my kind."

"Then go ahead, do it." You could hear the sadness in his voice. "Kill me.

"What happened here?" Sam asked cutting the tension and actually getting an answer from the guy.

"Gordon Walker. I never should brought a hunter here. Never, I just..." He rose to his feet and faced us with tears streaming from his eyes. "I just wanted some kind of revenge. They were my family, and he killed them." The guy cried.

"Oh yeah, cause you are such a family man." Dean snarked.

"You don't understand." Dixon looked at Dean.

"We don't wanna understand." I growled back.

"I was desperate. You ever felt desperate?" I felt a pang in my chest. "I have lost everyone, I ever loved. I am staring down eternity alone. Can you think of a worse hell?"

"Well, there is hell." Dean shot back hiding the pain in his voice.

"I wasn't thinking. I just..." He paused. "I didn't care anymore. Do you know what that's like?" He moved closer to us, especially me. "When you just don't give a damn? It's like being dead already. So just go ahead. Do it."

"Dean, Leona," Sam called from where the bodies were hanging. "Their heads weren't cut off. They were ripped off. With someone's bare hands." Sam looked over at him. "Dixon? What did you do to Gordon?"

"You turned him, didn't you?" I stated.

"I wanted him to become the thing, he hated the most." The leader said.

"So now we don't only have to track down Gordon, a very skilled hunter, but also a supercharged vampire?" Dean sighed in defeat. "Wonderful."

"Well, then let's get to it then." I said clearly with a double meaning. I started to draw my machete back, but Dean beat me to it, chopping the guy's head off.

"We will talk about that later." Dean mouthed giving me a stern look, as we got out to the car once again on our way to find Gordon.

"You are not going after Gordon alone!" Sam yelled at his brother's outrageous idea.

"Sam, I don't need you to sign a permission slip. Okay?" Dean took a gun. "He is after you, not me and he is turbocharged. I want you to stay out of harms way, you included Leona. I will take care of it."

"Dean, you are not going by yourself." I started.

"You're gonna get yourself killed." Sam finished.

"Just another day at the office." Dean shrugged. "A massively dangerous day at the office."

"So what, you are the guy with nothing to lose now huh?" Sam got more upset with every word. "Oh wait let me guess. Because you are already dead?"

"If the shoe fits." Dean brushed it off.

"Dude, I am sick and tired of your stupid kamikaze trip." Sam raged.

"Woah kamikaze?" Dean chuckled slightly. "It's more like a ninja."

"It's not funny." I interjected.

"It's a little funny." Dean corrected.

"No it's not." Sam and I said in sync.

"What do you want me to do Sam huh?" Dean rose from his seat. "Sit around all day, writing sad poems about how I'm gonna die?" He walked over to Sam. "You know what? I got one. See, what rhymes with 'shut up, Sam'?"

"Dude." Sam threw a paper out of Dean's hand. "Drop the attitude. Quit turning everything into a punchline. And you know something else? Stop trying act like you are not afraid."

"I am not." He sternly replied.

"You are lying and you might as well drop it cause I can see right through you." Sam shot back.

"I don't know what you are talking about." Dean dismissed.

"Leona." Sam said trying to contain the frustration, he was about to unleash on his brother. "Can you go wait outside? I need to talk with my brother. Alone."

Clearly, understanding the seriousness in his voice, I nodded, took my jacket and went outside the motel room. I didn't want to listen in on the conversation. Especially not after I heard; "I have been looking up to you, since I was 4, Dean. Studying you, trying to be just like my big brother, so yeah I know you. Better than anyone else in the entire world." It wasn't my place to listen in on.

"Leona, he wants to talk to you." Sam said as he came outside with glassy eyes. We swapped places. I knew exactly, what Dean wants to talk about and quite frankly, I didn't feel like talking about it with anyone.

"You wanted to talk?" I closed the door behind me.

"Yeah, sit down." He gestured to a chair at the table. I sat down, and Dean sat down in the chair from across. "What the hell?"

"What do you mean?" I frowned.

"Cut the crap," Dean eyed me seriously. "You know exactly, what I mean. You are a kid, not a coldblooded killer."

"I know that." I chimed in.

"Do you?" Dean frowned at me. "Cause the Leona, I have gotten to know, the Leona we found bleeding at Bobby's, would not have been prepared to chop that guy's head off. And yet, you were."

I looked down in slight shame. This wasn't me, and I knew it, but it was just too much. It was all too much.

"So would you like to tell me, what is going on?" Dean more demanded then asked. I hesitated and Dean saw it. "Does it have anything to do with, what you told me earlier?"

I nodded slightly, fighting back tears. I had cried enough in front of those two, and I rarely cried usually, but everything that had happened over the last few months. It got to me.

"Leona." He took my hand and looked me in the eyes with a brotherly kindness. No doubt, one he had used many times on Sam. "Talk to me."

"It just- I have just always pushed my feelings away." I sighed. "What happened to my parents, what happened to me. I push them away, and they bottle up inside, and I-" I hesitated. "It just feels good to let that anger out on something else. Someone else."

"I know, how you feel." Dean exhaled deeply. "But you can't do that. It's not healthy. Trust me, I have tried being angry at everyone and everything, but that anger. It is gonna eat you up inside."

I stayed quiet, processing what he had just told me. "I know, but that's easier said then done."

"And I know that." Dean agreed kindly. "But right now you have to find out, what works for you. And that might take some time, but you are gonna find it. Okay?"

I nodded and gave Dean a quick hug.

"Now should we get Sam and wait the night out here?" Dean chuckled.

"Most definitely." I chuckled in response, and Dean went outside to get Sam.