|Questions of The Chapter|: —Have you see Season 12? If yes, what's your favorite episode so far? Either "Keep Calm and Carry On" or "Celebrating the Life of Asa Fox" 

—Do you watch Brooklyn Nine-Nine? I've recently started watching it, and I instantly fell in love, and I'm in the middle of season 2, and I lowkey want to write a Jake Peralta fanfic...and if you don't watch the show, seriously do. If you're fans of shows like Parks & Recreation, The Office, The Mindy Project, you'd really like this show.

—How are you liking the new Lucifer? I don't like him. At all. I don't think he does a good job representing Lucifer's character.

—*SPOILER ALERT* Do you like Mary being back? I thought her being back was going to be pretty awesome, but then she decided to leave the boys. But I understand why she left, she had a valid reason to, but I just didn't like it.

Odessa was inwardly conflicted with blundering thoughts as the obscure, midnight sky twinkled with glimmering stars. The absolute spectacle was assuredly stunning, and the tranquil ambiance with faint howls of the wind eased the tension within her clouded mind. She wasn't certain if she wanted to remain elsewhere that wasn't alongside her boys. Their absence was affecting her whether she wanted to admit it or not. There wasn't anyone else she wanted to travel with, and she despised the concept of her requiring two men to properly function on a case. 

The hinges of the Impala's door creaked, disrupting the soothing atmosphere she'd created in backseat of the vehicle. She'd concluded she couldn't accurately think with Dean's slumbering figure inches from where she laid on the motel's itchy duvets. He'd been mumbling incoherent words, shuffling obnoxiously, and Odessa was somewhat uncomfortable with sleeping beside him if she was possibly leaving him hours from then. She gathered her pillow and blanket from her side of the bed, trudging outside and through the desolate parking lot and into the backseat.

Her clustering speculations were collected by the near-deafening creaks, craning her neck in the source's direction. She was greeted with gleaming verdant eyes, and she sighed. Of course it was Dean. He somehow always sensed if something was deviating from her typical behavior. She grabbed a portion of her blanket, scooting over as he seated himself beside her. He closed the door with a 'bang', and he breathed out heavily. His cheekbones appeared more defined in the shadows of the moonlight, and his irregularly pale. 

There was a brief moment of contented reticence exchanged between them, and the warmth radiated from his adjoining figure brought some form amenity. He opened his mouth to speak, then immediately pursed his lips together, exhaling sharply through his nose. She furrowed her eyebrows, lightly tilting her head as she indiscreetly examined him. She clutched his hand, nerveracking electricity surging through her skin. "Dean," She said, gathering his attention. "What's wrong?" 

His hardened eyes softened considerably as he faced her, softly shaking his head. "Nothing, don't worry about it," He said, "You know, what I said that night, I didn't mean it. You're not weak, you're the complete opposite. You're one of the strongest people I've ever met. And, I don't know, I guess I was trying to hurt you like you hurt me." Odessa's fixated gaze flickered from his enigmatic eyes to their interlaced fingers. "So, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry." 

Odessa blinked, uncertain of how to reply. She swallowed the knot lodged inside her throat, and held her breath. She wanted to speak, say she forgave him, but the words remained wedged within her throat. Nodding softly, she cleared her throat and distanced herself from him. "Yeah, I-I forgive you," She responded, inwardly scolding herself for answering feebly. "Say anything like that again and I'll break your nose." He laughed mirthlessly, scratched his nape.

Dean cupped her cheeks. "My dad told me once don't get anyone you care about involved in the business, makes them a breathing target for death. I told him 'Of course not, I'd feel guilty putting them in this'," Odessa merely watched as he spoke, unsure as to why he was telling her this. He craned his neck to face her, and she was certain she'd never seen him gaze at her with such intensity in his eyes. His eyes gradually traveled down to her lips, and he licked his own. His thumb was delicately caressing her bottom lip. "But you know what? If I'm going to feel guilty about something, I'm gonna feel guilty about this."

His lips collided with hers, and her eyes momentarily widened as her body tensed. Milliseconds must've passed when realization dawned upon her, and loosened her muscles. Her eyelids flutter closed, and moaned softly as he slowly slid his hand into her hair, relishing the sensation as he tangled his fingers with her hair. She wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him closer until their foreheads were touching, hearts beating in sync as their chests endearingly stroked one another. She pulled back, chest heaving up and down as she breathed heavily, attempting to catch her breath. 

His brows were furrowed passionately, seemingly unable to open his eyes from the ferocity of their touch. "I'm sorry," He whispered hoarsely, eyes eventually opening. "Are you sure—" Odessa hastily intervened, leaning forward and kissed him again. She heard him moan against her lips as he settled his hand on her lower back, mildly thrusting her closer to him. This was all remarkably stomach-churning, and her heart was beating rapidly with incitement. Everything around her seemed to blur into swirls of passion: the howls of the wind, the chirping of crickets, and sensual warmth emanated through their clothing.

For the second time, she apprehensively pulled back, nibbling her lower lip as her eyes fluttered open. Their foreheads were propped against each other, and she licked her lips as Dean's hand fell from her tangled hair. She shouldn't be kissing him, and she shouldn't be savoring the taste of his mouth pressed against hers. Giving in to the temptation was wrong, and deepening her infatuation with Dean was entering dangerous territory. "Where does this leave us?" Dean questioned, thumb stroking her cheekbone gingerly. 

She clutched his hand, closing her eyes as she sighed heavily. "I don't know." She answered truthfully. She didn't know where this left them. Were they more than friends? Was this going to make things unbearably awkward between them? Were they going to pretend this didn't happen in the morning? 

"I don't know." She mumbled once more.

<<>>

Odessa warily averted Dean the following morning with such evident apprehension, she was certain Sam noticed her deviating behavior. He'd been sending her questioning glances all throughout the morning, to which she replied with dismissing waves. She needed to speak with Sam. She desperately needed advice on what to do and how to act. But every time she was seconds from speaking with him, Dean suddenly appeared and ruined her chances. Now they were doing a case with mutilated cows and headless victims. 

They entered the morgue with their faux lab coats on, and she watched as Dean's landed on the young male's name tag. "John," He declared, and young male stood on his feet, quickly correcting his name to'Jeff'. Dean feigned a chuckle. "Jeff, I know that. Dr. Dorkin needs to see you in his office right away." He stuffed his hands in his pockets.

Jeff scrunched his brows together. "But Dr. Dorkin's on vacation." He inquired.

Dean didn't appear fazed by his mix-up. "Well, he's back. And he's pissed, and he's screaming for you, man. So, if I were you, I would—" Jeff's eyes widened and he scurried out the doorway. As soon as the door closed, Dean began searching. "Hey, those satanists in Florida, they marked their victims, didn't they?" 

Sam nodded from beside Odessa. "Yeah, reverse pentacle on the forehead." He informed, continuing onward, tossing Odessa a pair of translucent gloves. 

"So much F'ed up crap happens in Florida," He said, applying his gloves as Odessa pressed the handle on one of several metal doors. She yanked out the metal platform, displaying the deceased body and a white plastic box which contained the severed head. "All right. Open it." He said, jutting his chin in Sam's direction. 

Sam's head snapped in his brother's direction. "You open it." He retaliated with furrowed brows. Odessa rolled her eyes at their childish antics, teasingly glaring in Sam's direction as she gripped the plastic box by the handles and placed it on the examination table. Unlatching the lid, she grimaced in aversion as the severed head was a ghastly pale. "Wow. Poor girl." She heard Sam mumble. 

Dean swiveled the box to face Odessa properly. "Maybe we should look in her mouth, see if this wacko stuffed anything down her throat, you know, kind of like the moth in 'Silence of the Lambs." He joked, nudging Sam's shoulder with a playful grin. 

Still grimacing from the sight, Sam pushed the box in Dean's direction. "Yeah, yeah, go ahead." 

"No, you go ahead." 

Jerking his head in bewilderment, Sam questioned his brother aloud. "Put the lotion in the basket." Dean imitated with an awful impression. She snorted, shaking her head as she questioned why she contained feelings for him.

Sam scoffed. "Right, yeah, I'm the wuss, huh," Dean's grin faltered as she glanced down at the head. "Whatever."

Odessa rolled her eyes again. "My god, I'll check it's throat," She declared, tugging the box her way, mumbling something along the lines of 'fucking children, I swear'. She cleared her throat, lodging her fingers inside the head's throat, and wiggled around. There wasn't anything distinctive inside the esophagus, and now her fingers were just uncomfortably squirming around. 

"Dean, hand me a bucket." Sam demanded, utterly repulsed as he watched her examine under the tongue with nimble fingers. 

Dean tensed. "Why? She find something?" 

Sam shook his head, scrunching his nose in distaste. "No, I'm gonna puke." Odessa snickered as she removed herself from the severed head, shaking her hands. Dean inched forward, peering down at the mouth. He pointed towards the upper lip. 

"All right, lift her lip up again," Odessa reticently obliged to his demands, avoiding conversation with him as much as possible. Sam jerked back, accusing Dean of wanting to make him throw up. "No, no, no. I think I saw something." Upon lifting the woman's lip, Odessa quirked an eyebrow as she observed the ridges encircling an aperture. "Is that a hole?" Applying pressure on the slit, Dean revealed a whitened fang.

"It's a tooth." Sam commented.

Odessa shook her head, peering over her shoulder. "No, that's a fang," She corrected, watched as the fang dejected back as Dean removed the pressure. "There's a row, which means a retractable set of fangs. We're dealing with a vampire." 

"Well, this changes things." Sam said.

Craning his head, Dean cast him a bland expression. "You think?" He asked sarcastically.

Removing her gloves from her hands, she stepped away from the examination table. "Don't be an ass. Come on, let's get out of here before Jeff comes back with security."

<<>>

It'd been Odessa's suggestion that they visit one of the few bars around secluded areas, ask a few bartenders about clamorous guests which frequently reside inside. Her suggestion was a spur of the moment. She needed something to do, something to eradicate the repetitive thoughts of Dean's lips against hers. And there was a searing guilt bubbling within her abdomen for kissing him when she was possibly leaving him.

It was upon exiting the bar when Dean realized they were being followed and convinced they confront the person, and that was they converged with acclaimed hunter Gordon. He preserved this case as his, allegedly claiming he'd been working on this for quite some time, and admitted the vampire they examined was his doing. Sam and Dean offered they assist him on this, to which he politely declined, but if they hadn't ignored him and followed him, they wouldn't have saved his life.

Now she was currently perched on one of the several chairs in the bar they investigated prior to those events. She'd avoided Dean's gaze the whole ride to the bar, dreading any form of conversation with him as she previously witnessed him decapitate a vampire viciously. She watched with abhorrence as he brought the chainsaw-like machine down on the vampire's neck with eyes void of any form of emotion. He didn't seem fazed by the splatter of blood scattered on his face, and he appeared almost monstrous. That wasn't the man who touched her tenderly like she was glass hours before. 

Odessa fidgeted on her seat wearily, observing as Dean and Gordon clanked their shot glasses together, downing the alcohol within seconds. "Dean," Gordon said, laughing manically. "You gave that big-ass fang one hell of a haircut, my friend," Dean seemed pleased with his praise, and thanked him. "That was beautiful, absolutely beautiful." Agreeing, Dean raised his pitcher to his lips, halting as he noticed Odessa and Sam's dreary expressions. 

"You all right, Sammy?" Dean asked, drinking his beer.

Sam didn't nod or bother glance in his brother's direction. "Yeah, fine."  Odessa wasn't an imbecile, and it didn't take a genius to know Sam wasn't fine, or even remotely comfortable sitting there with Gordon and Dean. 

Gordon spread his arms wide. "Well, lighten up a little, Sammy." He said. Sam raised his eyebrows, forehead wrinkling.

"They're the only ones who get to call me that." Gordon's grin faltered as he glimpsed towards Dean, unsure of how to reply. Odessa grinned egotistically as she examined her nails.

"Okay. No offense meant. Just celebrating a little—job well done." 

Odessa craned her head, furrowing her brows as she narrowed her eyes "Right, well, decapitations like that shouldn't be considered 'fun', Cabrón." She rolled her eyes, making her discontent evident. 

"Oh, come on, Odessa, it's not like it was human," He said, returning his gaze back on her. "You guys got to have a little more fun with your job." 

Dean snapped his fingers. "See, that's what I've been trying to tell him. You two could learn a thing or two from this guy." 

Odessa feigned a smile. "Yeah, I highly doubt it, but thanks for the advice," She pushed her chair back, grabbing her jacket from the arm rest. "I'm just gonna head back to the motel. Coming, Sammy?" He nodded, pushing his seat back as well and stood on his feet. Dean rubbed his eye, appearing irked with their dull behavior. He mumbled a 'you sure', and Odessa rolled her eyes. "Yeah, Dean, I'm sure. I wouldn't have said it if I wasn't, Tonto." 

As she walked away from the table, Dean fumbled for his car keys. "Sammy, remind me to beat that buzzkill out of you later, all right?" Tossing the keys, Sam caught and silently scoffed as he exited the building beside her. 

<<>>

Odessa, for the first time in a long time, was perched in the passenger seat with the window down. The midnight breeze flew through her hair, arm extended out the windowsill as the wind glided through her fingers. She knew why she was angry, and she was certain Sam was beginning to suspect it as well. She didn't like the man she witnessed decapitating the vampire, and she didn't like his attitude. Most of all, she was beginning to regret kissing him even more. From beside her, Sam cleared his throat. "So, you gonna tell me what that was all about," He asked, "And I'm not just talking about the bar. You've been acting weird all day." 

Odessa sighed as she pressed her palms against her face. "I don't know what you're talking about. I've been acting perfectly fine." She said, voice muffled as her sleeves covered her mouth. She heard him scoff and laugh as he turned the car around a corner. 

"Yeah, okay," He laughed, "Let's try that again. What's going on, and tell me the truth." 

Removing her hands from her face, she fiddled with the hem of her blouse. "Dean kissed me," She admitted meekly, and Sam nearly screeched 'what' inside her ear. "And I may have kissed him back. I mean, nothing else happened." Oh, god, she was flustered even speaking about the topic. She froze, furrowing her brows. "Wait, isn't this weird to you? He's your brother." 

Sam didn't appear fazed with his brother being the one spoken of. He shrugged nonchalantly, frowning as he chanced her a glance. "No, not really. You're having boy trouble, and since you're my best friend, I'm going to help you." She rolled her eyes, folding her arms across her chest. "Isn't this what girls do when one has boy trouble?" 

Crossing her ankles on the dashboard, she raked her fingers through her hair. "First off, I'm your only friend, so that makes me your best friend by default," From her peripheral vision, she saw him roll his eyes, but she continued nonetheless. "And yes, girls do this. But I don't want to do this, so end of discussion." 

Laughing as he checked the rearview mirror, he turned around another corner. "No, no, no, I'm beginning the conversation again. As your honorary best friend, you're supposed to tell me. I don't see the problem. You like him, right," She didn't answer. "And he likes you. So explain to me how this is 'bad'."  

She snorted unattractively. "He doesn't like me, let's start there," She began, "And let's say he does like me, that puts us in dangerous territory. I don't want him to become some target during hunting because of my emotional attachment towards him. It would make hunting only harder. And I prefer things exceptionally easy." 

It was Sam's turn to snort. "He doesn't like you? Come on, Essie, you can't be that blind. He's practically in love with you," She reached over and punched his shoulder, to which he groaned. and kneaded his arm. "All right, touchy subject then. But on a serious note, I understand where you're coming from. You don't want him to get hurt, but that's everyone's instinct; protect the ones they care about from any harm, but this is hunting. Everyone's bound to get hurt some time. You can't protect everyone. Dean's an adult, let him make his own decisions."

Odessa grinned. "When did you get so philosophical?" She teasingly asked.

His lips tugged into a smirk. "Well, I did go to college, so..." He trailed off, and she laughed. 

"You went to college for law, then you dropped out," She corrected, "And now you break half  of the laws everyday, so I'd shut up if I were you." He rolled his eyes, laughing as he mumbled 'yeah, yeah, whatever' under his breath as he parked the Impala in front of the motel. Entering the motel room, Sam shrugged his jacket and placed the car keys on a cactus figurine on a nightstand. He pulled his phone from his pocket and began dialing on the keypads. Odessa raised an eyebrow. "Who you calling?" She asked as he sat on the corner of his bed. 

He opened his mouth to answer her but the phone was answered. At first she heard incoherent mumbling, then she tuned her focus on the voice. "Hey, Ellen," He greeted, "Uh, Sam Winchester," He was silent for a few seconds as Ellen asked if they were okay. "Yeah, everything's fine. Got a question. You ever run across a guy named Gordon Walker?" 

Odessa nodded slowly as realized what he was doing. Ellen nonchalantly declared she indeed knew him, and claimed he was a real good hunter. "Well, we ran into him on a job and we're kind of working with him, I guess." 

"Don't do that, Sam," Odessa furrowed her eyebrows as Ellen's voice altered cautiously low. Sam appeared just as bewildered as her, asking why if he was such a good hunter. "Yeah, and Hannibal Lecter's a good psychiatrist. Look, he is dangerous to everyone and everything around him. If he's working on a job, you three just let him handle it and you move on," Sam attempted to speak, but was interrupted by Ellen again. "No, Sam. You just listen to what I'm telling you, okay?" 

Sam nodded. "Right. Okay." And he hung up. Glancing towards Odessa, he tossed his phone on the duvets as he stood on his feet. "Well, that was weird. I'm gonna get a soda from outside, be right back." 

"Can you get me a—" 

"Sprite," He intervened, "I know." And he closed the door behind him. 

She grinned as she pivoted to face the bathroom, but was greeted with fist colliding with her face. She stumbled back, groaning as the pain blossomed throughout her temple. Clutching her nose, blood stained her fingers. She chuckled humorlessly, wiping the crimson off her skin. "You're gonna regret that." She hastily pummeled her fist into the unidentified man's face, and he grunted as his back slammed into the bathroom door. He swiftly stood back on his feet, hissing as he revealed an array of sharpened fangs. 

Thick arms wrapped around her abdomen, firmly restraining her from continuing as the other vampire lunged forward. She lifted her legs, successfully kicking his chest with her heeled boots. Tossing her head back, she clouted the other vamp's nose. He released her from his grasp, grunting as he staggered back. As she unleashed her whip, the door unlocked and she couldn't have wanted to slap Sam more than now for appearing at the worst time. His eyes widened as witnessed the scene of Odessa's uncoiled whip, fangs on display, and scattered furniture. He lurched forward to nearest one, throwing a punch, then another, and another. 

As Sam tossed one vampire onto the floor, one came from behind him. Odessa hastily extended her arm, wrapping his ankle and she yanked back. She smirked in satisfaction as he tumbled to the floor, but her gratification was short-lived as she heard the cord of the lamp pulled from the outlet on the wall, and a searing pain spread on her skull. Plummeting to the floor, the last thing she saw was Sam being smashed with a telephone on the head, and then came the immense darkness.

<<>>

Odessa awakened with a soft groan escaping her lips as her eyes fluttered open, but was greeted with an obscure darkness. She reached to knead her head where the pain throbbed but was restrained by a burning sensation as the ropes around wrists rubbed on her sensitive skin. Voices from across where she was seated filled her ears, and she instantly knew who was speaking. Sam was retaliating with such ferocity she would've laughed if the circumstances were different. "Get this fucking bag off my head," She demanded, tugging her wrists harshly. 

A feminine voice rang through the air, barking an order as if she'd done before. "Eli, remove the bag," She said, "And keep the fangs to the minimum." From inside the bag she could see shadows, outlines of the two people in the room. The man who she assumed was Eli inched towards her, yanking the bag off her head. She blew her disheveled hair away from her eyes, glaring at the vampire. "As I was saying, we don't kill humans, and we don't drink their blood. We haven't for a long time." 

Sam furrowed his eyebrows. "What is this? Some kind of joke?" 

"Notice you two are still alive." 

Odessa rolled her eyes, scoffing as she attempted to wriggle free. "Well, obviously," She retorted, "But thank you for that helpful reminder. I sometimes forget. And feel free to correct me if I'm wrong, but shouldn't you be starving to death if you're not drinking human blood?" 

The woman peered towards Eli. "We found other ways—cattle blood." 

Sam cocked his head. "You're telling me you're responsible for all the—" 

"It's not ideal. In fact, it's disgusting. But it allows us to get by." 

Narrowing her eyes, Odessa cocked her head. "Yeah, okay. Then why would you willingly drink something that's disgusting?" 

"Survival," She replied simply. "No deaths, no missing locals. No reason for people like you to come looking for people like us. And we blend in. Our kind is practically extinct. It turns out, we weren't as high up the food chain as we imagined." 

Odessa frowned, half-shrugging. "I'm not gonna lie, that's actually pretty smart." 

Eli stepped forward. "Why are we explaining ourselves to these killers," The woman said his name, warning him to back down. He continued, perhaps feeling especially defensive. "We choke on cow's blood so that none of them suffer. Tonight, they murdered Conrad and they celebrated." 

Through gritted teeth, the woman sneered. "Eli, that's enough." 

"Yeah, Eli, that's enough." Sam mocked, and Odessa laughed, obviously amused by Sam's childish antics. 

"What's done is done," She said, turning to face Sam again. "We're leaving this town tonight." 

Odessa leaned to the side, attempting to get a clear view of the woman's face. "I don't see why kidnapping us was apart of your schedule then. I mean, this whole confrontation is pretty much useless, and this conversation could've been avoided." 

The woman whirled around, facing Odessa. "Believe me, I'd rather not be speaking with either of you. But I know your kind. Once you have the scent, you'll keep tracking us. It doesn't matter where we go. Hunters will find us." 

"So you're asking us not to follow you." Sam asked.

"We have a right to live. We're not hurting anyone." She said.  

"So you keep saying. But give us one good reason why we should believe you." 

The woman leaned forward, balancing herself on the arm rests of Sam's chair. "Fine. You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to let you go," She said, stepping away. "Take them back. Not a mark on them." 

Eli yanked her from her chair, and winced as the rope burned her skin. "Well that was unexpected," Odessa muttered, "By the way, you guys are the worst kidnappers I've ever been kidnapped by. You should seriously work on that." The vampire's grip tightened around her upper arm, and she winced. Sneaking a glance at Sam, she discreetly nudged his abdomen. "You've been counting?" She whispered, minding her steps as she descended down the porch. 

And before the bag returned over head, Sam nodded and she pursed her lips. Although Eli was kind of a dick, she didn't see a reason for any of them to die. And that's what concerned her.

<<>>

Odessa remained outside as Sam gathered Dean from inside the motel room, not wanting to bother on communicating with Gordon. She wondered how Dean, nor Gordon, noticed the cluttered furniture or even dried blood. They must've cleaned the mayhem before taking the unconscious hunters to the nest. She also pondered if Dean even bothered to search for them. They announced their departure to the motel, and when Dean arrived, they weren't there. She got the feeling Dean was too busy bonding with his new friend. "Dean, maybe we got to rethink this hunt." She heard Sam say as they inched near the Impala. 

"What are you talking about? Where were you?" Dean asked.

Sam sighed, picking his pants up by the waistband. "In the nest." 

Dean's eyes widened. "You found it?" 

Odessa crossed her arms across her chest, stepping forward. "More like they found us," She announced, and both their heads snapped in her direction. "We're okay, by the way. Thank you for asking." She said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. He didn't seem to fazed that they were kidnapped, and it bothered her. Hadn't their safety been important to him?

Spreading his arms wide in a questioning manner, he appeared impressed. "How'd you get out? How many did you guys kill?" 

Sam pursed his lips. "None." He replied simply. It was weird to think an hour prior they were held hostage in the vampire's nest they were hunting, and they didn't kill anything. She'd never done that before, and if she were still in the Organization of the Elite, her father would've punished her.

Dean scoffed. "Sam, they didn't just let you two go."

Odessa chuckled humorlessly. "Matter of fact, that is exactly what happened," She said, "Although very considerate, it was very stupid." 

"All right, well, where is it?" 

"We were blindfolded. We don't know." Sam said as he stuffed his pockets with his hands. 

"You got to know something." 

"We went over that bridge outside of town, but Dean, listen. Maybe we shouldn't go after them," Sam suggested. Dean furrowed his eyebrows as he asked 'why not'. "I don't think they're like other vampires. I don't think they're killing people." 

Dean scoffed once more. "You're joking," He asked, eyes flickering between the two. Noticing their silence, he continued on. "Then, how do they stay alive or undead, or whatever the hell they are?" 

Odessa unfolded her arms, dropping them to her sides. "They're responsible for the cattle mutilations. They said they live off animal blood. And if you think about, this all makes sense." Dean stared at her incredulously, almost as if he couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. She frowned. She gave him the benefit of the doubt when he held a gun to his father, claiming it'd been the demon instead. There wasn't any proof of him actually telling the truth, just his word. And she chose to back him up. Now he couldn't do the same?

"Look at us, Dean. They let us go without a scratch." 

"Wait, so you're saying—no, man. No way. I don't know why they let you guys go. I don't really care. We find them, we waste them," Sam glanced at her with a bewildered expression before following behind Dean, asking him 'why'. "What part of vampires don't you understand, Sam? If it's supernatural, we kill it. End of story. That's our job." 

"No, Dean," Sam protested, "That is not our job. Our job is hunting evil. And if these things aren't killing people, they're not evil." 

"Of course, they're killing people. That's what they do. They're all the same, Sam. They're not human, okay? We have to exterminate every last one of them?"

Odessa raised an eyebrow. "Dean, I don't think so. Definitely not this time—" 

Dean interrupted her. "Gordon's been on those vamps for a year. He knows."

Scrunching her eyebrows together, she scoffed. "Gordon? What a great job he's doing, only took him a year to find a single clue, and he didn't even anything. It was us," She said, "And you're really going to take his word over ours? This guy you've known for a single night?" 

"That's right." 

Odessa rubbed her eyes, inhaling sharply as she felt the anger bubble inside. "Jodido pendejo, Ellen says he's bad news."

Unimpressed, Dean scrunched his nose. "You called Ellen. And I'm supposed to listen to her? We barely know her, Odessa. No thanks, I'll go with Gordon." 

"Right, 'cause Gordon's such an old friend," Sam said, "You don't think I can see what this? He's a substitute for dad, isn't he? A poor one," Dean turned, mumbling a 'shut up, Sam'. "He's not even close, Dean, not on his best day. You know you slap on this big, fake smile, but I can see right through it 'cause I know how you feel, Dean. Dad's dead. And he left a hole, and it hurts so bad you can't take it. But you can't just fill up that hole with whoever you want to. It's an insult to his memory." 

Dean nodded, mumbling an 'okay' before punching Sam right on his cheekbone. Odessa reacted nearly instantaneously, clutching the lapels of his leather jacket and tossing him against the door of a car. "What the fuck is wrong with you," She shouted, "Remember when you're dad was possessed by the yellow-eyed demon and you were so goddamn sure it wasn't him? You didn't have any proof is wasn't him, and you practically begged us to believe you. And we chose to stand beside you as you aimed a gun at your dad because of a hunch. Now we're asking you trust us, and you can't even do the same? So go ahead, punch Sam, even me, all you want, but Sam's right. It's not going to change a thing." 

Dean swallowed the lump in his throat. "I'm going to that nest. You guys don't want to tell me where it is. Fine. I'll find it myself." 

Odessa chuckled drearily. "Fine, go right ahead," She said, "But just know one thing; I regret it."  It didn't take a genius to figure out what she was speaking of, and she swore she saw Dean's eyes flash with sorrow. She released the lapels of his jacket, stepping away from his rigid figure. Dean stepped back, turning his back to them as he headed for the motel door. Sam called after him, trailing his brother. 

Remaining frozen on the asphalt, she glanced down at her laces with disbelief, wondering why Dean was behaving this way.

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Odessa didn't have anything to say, and she didn't want to say anything as she directed her attention outside the window as they crossed the bridge outside of town. She was exhausted of wanting to help Dean and him pushing her away. She was exhausted of Dean giving her several reasons for her to continue with her departure. She didn't want to be treated this way, and most of all; she didn't want to leave, but with all of this, she didn't have a choice.

After parking the Impala and rushing inside the abandoned home she was restrained hours prior, they were greeted with Gordon who was seated on the table. The woman was speaking with Sam and her was tied on a chair with multiple lacerations stained with what Odessa assumed was Dead Man's blood. "Sam, Dean, Odessa," Gordon greeted, "Come on in." 

Dean shifted his weight on his feet. "Gordon, what's going on?" He asked.

Gordon stood on his feet, motioning towards the woman with his knife. "Just poisoning Lenore here with some Dead Man's blood. She's gonna tell us where all her little friends are, aren't you? Wanna help?" He asked, directing his attention to Dean.

Dean looked around the room. "Look, man—" 

"Grab a knife. I was just about start in on the fingers." Odessa watched as he sliced Lenore's forearm with the Dead Man's blood, and her skin faintly glowed as the blood coursed through her veins. She began jerking around in her seat, attempting to catch her breath.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, let's all just chill out, huh?" Dean questioned, trying to take Gordon's attention away from Lenore. 

Gordon didn't seemed to be aware how deranged he was. "I'm completely chill." 

Odessa stepped forward. "Gordon, just put the knife down." Dean extended his arm in front of her, stopping her from continuing onward. She looked down at his hand, glaring as she turned to face him. 

"It sounds like it's Odessa here who needs to chill." Gordon said. 

"Just step away from her, all right?" Sam demanded.

Gordon glanced back at Lenore, then back at Sam. "You're right," He tossed the knife on the wooden table. "I'm wasting my time here. This bitch will never talk. Might as well put her out of her misery," He unsheathed a much larger knife. "I just sharpened it, so it's completely humane." Odessa furrowed her brows, as if sharpening it made this situation any better. 

Scoffing she stepped in Lenore's direction. "Yeah, okay, you're insane," She said, "I'm letting her go."

Gordon swiftly aimed the knife's edge at her chest. "You're not doing a damn thing." Odessa raised an eyebrow, tilting her head, almost as if she were daring him to try something. 

"Hey, hey. Gordon, let's talk about this." Dean said, walking around the table. 

"What's there to talk about? It's like I said, Dean—no shades of grey." 

Dean appeared deeply disturbed by Gordon's actions. "Yeah, I hear you. And I know how you feel," Gordon cocked his head, asking him a simple 'do you'. "The vampire that killed your sister deserved to die, but—" 

Gordon chuckled eerily. "Killed my sister. That filthy fang didn't kill my sister. It turned her, made her one of them. So I hunted her down, and killed her myself." 

Odessa scrunched her eyebrows together, frowning. "Great choice of friends here, Dean." 

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

Sam spoke. "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." 

"Care about what," Gordon asked rhetorically. "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. It doesn't change what they are. And I can prove it." Odessa's forearm was yanked  and Gordon sliced her skin, allowing the blood to dribble down. She winced and was silenced as he placed the knife's edge on her throat. She heard both Sam and Dean cock their guns, demanding he let her go. "Relax. If I wanted to kill her, she'd already be on the floor. Just making a little point."

Gordon's grasp on her tightened, fingernails digging deep into her skin. She watched as her own blood dripped down onto Lenore's face. She was struggling to breathe, but as Odessa's blood trickled down her cheek, her fangs revealed and she hissed manically. "Think she's so different? Still want to save her? Look at her? They're all the same—evil, bloodthirsty." 

Lenore appeared to understand what she was doing, and concealed her fangs once more. "No. No." She turned her face away, not wanting to drink the blood. 

"You hear her, Gordon? We're done here." Odessa, done with the metal pressed against her throat, pushed him away. Sam effortlessly picked her up from the chair and took her away from the whole scene. 

"Gordon, I think you and I got some things to talk about." 

Giving one last dirty look, Odessa flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Dick."

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Dusk arrived when Sam and Odessa parked outside the abandoned the home once more, seconds from exiting the vehicle. She, along with Sam, managed to help the other vampires escape and guide them to safety, and now she staring down at her bandaged forearm with such an intensity Sam had to question where her thoughts were truly directed. "I'm thinking if I should leave today," She stated, craning her neck to face him. "And I thought making a decision would be easier now, especially after yesterday. It's not."

Sam reassuringly grabbed her hand, squeezing her hand for comfort. "Whatever your decision is, you've got my back. I mean, I'll miss you like hell, but I won't stop you," He said, "As long as you don't forget to visit me at least once a month." 

She laughed, shaking her head softly. "Ugh, I was hoping to get away from you forever," She teased, "But I don't know. It feels right to leave, like I have to. But since when have I ever been one to follow the rules? Come on, we can talk more about this in the next hunt." 

"So there's going to be another hunt? Which means you're staying?"

Odessa rolled her eyes. "Shut up, let's go." Entering the through the front door, Sam and she were greeted with bloodied figures. Gordon was tied to the chair Lenore had been restrained in, and Dean was standing in front of him "Did we miss anything?" 

Dean half-shrugged. "Eh, not much," Sam laughed. "Lenore get out okay?" 

"Yeah, all of them did." Sam retorted.

"Then, I guess our work here is done. How you doing, Gordie? Got to tinkle yet? All right. Well, get comfy. We'll call someone in two or three days, have them come out and untie you." He jammed Gordon's blade into the wood. 

"Ready to go, Dean?" He nodded, making his way to the door alongside Sam. Odessa quirked an eyebrow, and a smirk tugged at her lips as a tempting idea formed in her head. Raising her fist, she clouted his nose, and grinned in satisfaction as Gordon fell back from impact. She tossed her hair back again, stepping forward.

"That's for cutting my arm, you asshole," Turning to face the brothers, they looked at her with amazement. "We can go now."

Descending down the porch, Odessa carefully kneaded her bandaged arm. Dean halted abruptly. "Sam, clock me one," Sam furrowed his eyebrows, questioning him. "Come on. I won't even hit you back. Let's go." 

Sam chuckled, clearly amused by this. "No."

"Let's go. You get a freebie. Hit me. Come on." 

Sam dismissed him with a wave of his hand. "You just look like you went through twelve rounds with—" Odessa hastily raised her fist, striking his cheekbone. Dean stumbled back, nearly fumbling to the floor as he clutched his face. 

Odessa grinned enthusiastically, shaking her hand as she glanced down at his tumbling figure. "Thirteen rounds now." She heard Sam laughing behind her, and she extended her arm out, assisting him to his feet.  

Walking to the Impala, Dean spoke from behind her. "I wish we never took this job. It just jacked everything up," Sam and Odessa halted, asking him what he meant by that. "Think about all the hunts we went on, Sammy. Our whole lives. What if we killed things that didn't deserve killing?  You know? I mean, the way dad raised us."

"Dean," Sam said, "After what happened to mom...dad did the best he could." 

"I know he did. The man wasn't perfect. And the way he raised us, to hate those things—and, man, I hate them. I do. When I killed that vampire at the mill, I didn't even think about it. Hell, I even enjoyed it." 

Odessa glanced down at the Impala's black paint. "You didn't kill Lenore." 

Dean stole a sideways glance at her. "No, but every instinct told me to. I was gonna kill her. I was gonna kill them all." 

Odessa shook her head softly. "Yeah, but you didn't. And I think that's all that matters." 

He looked at her thoughtfully. "Yeah. 'Cause you're a pain in my ass." 

She chuckled, shaking her head once more. "I guess I might have to stick around to be a pain in the ass, then." She said, pursing her lips. 

Before she could open the door, he spoke again. "Thanks," He said, "For giving me another chance."

She shrugged, beaming brightly. "Don't mention it," She replied nonchalantly. "Ever pull that crap again, though. I won't be so forgiving next time," Dean laughed, opening his door. Licking her lips, she stopped him. "I didn't mean what I said back there, about regretting it. Because I don't." He froze, and chuckled softly. The corners of his lips tugged upwards, and she grinned softly, entering the Impala with a ghostly grin.

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