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."

I picked up the scent of the hostage. "Dean," he looked at me. "The hostage is that way." We started moving towards the direction, I pointed. "But be careful. Something doesn't seem right."

We walked slowly towards the girl with Dean in front. As soon as he got a look of her, he sprinted to her us following close behind.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked as Sam and Dean freed her.

"Watch your head." Sam said as Dean supported and eventually carried the girl.

All of the sudden, a door fell down cutting Sam and I off from Dean and the girl.

"Dean!" I yelled ponding at the door, as I reached it, but it didn't botch.

"Damn it." He yelled kicking at the door on his side with Sam doing the same on our side.

"Sam, Leona, be careful." Dean yelled from his side. Suddenly, all of the lights went out.

"Stay close, Leona." Sam whispered, and I did as told.

"Gordon, you got us." Sam yelled into the darkness. "Might as well come out and fight."

Our machetes were held up in defense, while I desperately tried to pick up his scent.

"That won't work." Gordon almost sing sang. "You see, I have hunted your kind before. I know some of the tricks." Sam and I turned around quickly responding to where the sound came from. "What's the matter, Sammy?"

"So this is really how you wanna do it huh?" Sam yelled.

"You can bet, I do." Gordon responded. I tried to track him by sound, but there were way too much of an echo. "You have no idea, what I have faced to get here. I lost everything. My life."

"And what we are supposed to have sympathy for you?" I yelled getting tired of this whole game.

"But it's worth it. Cause I am finally gonna kill the most dangerous thing, I have ever hunted. And his little pet." He chuckled. "You are not human, Sam, and neither is she."

Sam protectively put his arm in front of me. "Look who is talking?"

"Oh I don't think so." I could hear him getting closer. "I am a bloodthirsty killer."

"You have a choice." I spoke up.

"No I don't."

"Yes, you do, Gordon." Sam added. "You didn't kill that girl."

"No I didn't." I could hear a punch coming. "I did something much much worse."

"You turned her!" I yelled. "The girl. You sicko!"

A gunshot ringed in the distance, after some commotion that I probably only heard.

"I gotta hand it to you, Sam. You got a lot of people fooled." His voice was closer by the second. "But see, I know the truth. I know what it is like. We are the same, you know. You, me and that freak." I felt the anger rise as high as the anxiety had been for a while. "I know what it feels like, walking around with something evil inside you."

"I think you had that way before you became a vampire." I argued.

"Too bad the two of you won't do the right thing and kill yourselves. I am gonna do it." He came even closer. "As soon as I am done with you. Two last good deeds: killing you and killing myself."

"Sam," I whispered. "He is close." We were pushed into a corner, while I heard a growl close by.

"Sam, look out!" I pushed him out of the way, making Gordon land on top of me instead.

"Oh hello." He looked at me like a maniac. A complete utter maniac.

"Argh!" I cried out in pain as he stabbed me. Luckily, I managed to get him off of me, so he missed any vital parts.

"Leona!" I heard Sam as Gordon threw both of them through a wall.

Then all hell broke loose. A fight between Sam and Gordon. Sam had lost his machete, and I could barely keep myself conscious.

But I had to. Just until my healing set in.

"Cub!" I heard a familiar voice yell, but before Dean could reach me and kill him, Gordon pinned him to a wall and started feeding off of him.

"No!" Sam and I yelled out in unison and got Gordon's attention.

Gordon ran over to Sam to finish him off, but before he could do so, Sam wrapped a barbed wire around his neck and started pulling. I could feel the struggle and the pain from doing so, until I no longer heard Gordon choking on his own blood. Instead, I just heard the sound of a head hitting the ground, followed by the body.

I sat up gaining more of my strength. I knew, it would take a little longer to heal, given that the new moon still had some of its effect.

Sam went over to Dean to check on him, while I tried to process the pain from my wound.

"Are you okay?" I heard Sam ask Dean.

"Yeah." He groaned like, it was just another day on the job, cause honestly it probably was. "What about you?"

"My hands hurt but other than that, I am fine." Sam answered.

"Still bleeding over here." I groaned sarcastic and stock my hand up.

"And you, Cub?" He looked over worryingly.

"I will be fine." I groaned as I tried to stand. "But I will probably have to get some stitches and bandages, when we get back."

Sam helped me out of the building, since Dean was good enough to stand on his own.

"You just charged a supervamped out Gordon with no weapon." Dean said. "A little reckless, don't you think?"

Not much was being said doing the car ride back to the motel.

"I think I will do the stitches this time." Dean said as we arrived. Sam had stayed outside probably thinking.

I was scared at first, but quickly realized it was probably for the best. I nodded and took my shirt off, revealing one of numerous sports bras.

"Argh!" I hissed as he cleaned the wound.

"Sorry." He said and continued to find the thread and needle. "This is gonna hurt like a bitch, but it will hurt less and be over sooner, if you lay still." I nodded and prepared for the worst.

"What kind of a gun was that?" I groaned through the pain.

"What gun?" He asked, as he kept his glare focused on the wound.

"The one, you used to kill the other vamp." I clarified. "I saw her on the way out. She had a gunshot wound in the head, and I heard a gunshot, before you arrived.

"Oh, that gun." He sighed. "It's called the Colt. It can kill pretty much anything."

"Anything?" Even through the pain I was still scared.

"Anything, we have ever encountered." He sensed my worry. "Of course, we won't use it on you."

"I didn't think so." I groaned. "Just always a little careful."

I clenched my teeth together to try and distance myself from the pain. It hurts so much, but I figured if I just got through it, it would be so much easier.

"And..." Dean said tying a knot and cutting the thread. "We are done."

"Finally." I breathed out.

"You are tough, I will give you that." He ruffled my hair and put the first aid kit away and walked to the door. "I think I need to go out and clean up Baby." I looked up with a guilty expression. "Will you be alright in here?"

I nodded and he went outside. After a little, Sam reentered the house. I think he needed to clear his head, after the rather macabre way, he killed Gordon earlier tonight.

A silence fell upon us, until I decided to break it. Something had been on my mind. "Do you think, I am a monster?"

Sam looked at me surprise and confusion. "No, of course not." He sat down next to me. "Why would you think that?"

I didn't answer. A sad look was enough.

"Is it because of what Gordon said?" I nodded. "Don't let him get to you." He hugged me. "He called me a monster too, if it makes you feel better."

I could feel tears pressing on. I hate when people call me a monster, as I said. "But you have saved so many people."

"We also didn't prevent the opening of the gates of hell." He said clearly with some regret and guilt.

"You tried your best." I gave a sad smile. "I haven't exactly done anything spectacular yet."

"Hey." He made me look up at him. "You have fought through everything, life has thrown at you." He smiled at me. "I would call that spectacular."

"Thanks, Sam." I hugged him again. "And for the record, I don't think you are a monster either."

"Thanks, Leona."

We had quickly packed our stuff and was driving the road again. A rattling sound kept coming from the engine so we pulled over, so Dean could take a look at it.

I grabbed a soda, since the guys were having a beer. Dean taught Sam about how to fix the Impala. He handed him a tool, making both me Sam look up in surprise.

"He is putting a lot of faith in you." I chuckled and went to watch the scene.

I knew why Dean was doing it but I didn't want it to ruin the sight in front of me.

It put a smile on my face, seeing the two brothers just do normal human stuff.

Dean sat down beside me and I rested my head on his shoulder, and him having his arm around me.

"Put your shoulder into it." Dean said rather loudly making me chuckle.