ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ||ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ

ꜰʀᴇꜱʜ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ (ᴘᴛ 2)

Later, Y/N barricades the door and windows, with the help of Dean as Sam lights a bundle of sage. A little bit later, Y/N's phone rings.

"You've had that phone two hours, Y/N. Who'd you give the number to?" Sam asks.

"Nobody," Y/N picks up the phone. "Hello?"

"Y/N," her jaw clenches.

"How'd you get this number?"

"Your scent's all over the cell phone store," Gordon says. "Of course, I can't smell you now. Where are you?"

"Well, I guess you'll just have to find us, won't you?"

"I'd rather you come to me."

"What's the matter, Gordon? You're not afraid of us, are you? We're just sitting here," Y/N smirks. "Bring it on!"

"I don't think so," Gordon holds the phone in front of two women, who are tied up, causing Y/N's smirk to fall.

"Please," she cries. "Please."

"Help us," the other girl cries. Gordon takes the phone back and shushes them.

"Factory on riverside off the turnpike. Be here in 20 minutes or the girl dies."

"Gordon, let the girls go."

"Bye, Y/N."

"Gordon! Don't do this. You don't kill innocent people," Y/N says. "You're still a hunter."

"No. I'm a monster," Gordon hangs up and Y/N puts down her phone and gives her brothers a serious look.

==

The three enter a factory. Dean and Sam carrying a machete and Y/N holding the Colt. They walk forwards cautiously, checking every corner. They enter a room to see two girls tied up. The three untie them.

"Hey, we got you. Don't worry. We're gonna get you two out of here," Sam helps the blond one up and Y/N helps the brunette up. "Get up. Watch your head. Watch your head," the blond woman sobs while the brunette has her head down. The blond can barely walk, so Dean slings her arm over his shoulders and picks her up. Y/N holds the brunette up.

"Sam, stay close," Sam follows Dean, Y/N, and the two women closely. Suddenly a door slides down in front of Sam, cutting him off from Dean and Y/N.

"Sam," she shouts. The three pound and kick at the door, to no avail.

"Dean! Y/N!"

"Damn it, Sam!" Sam pounds the door one last time in frustration, then turns and walks away from it, eyes darting around.

"Sam, be careful!" The lights go out and Sam freezes; brings his machete up, and starts creeping around with his other arm held out blindly.

"Gordon!" Sam shouts. "You got me where you want me. You might as well come out and fight!"

"I'm right here, Sam," Gordon says from behind. Sam swings his machete; it swishes through the air and doesn't make contact. Gordon chuckles. "What's the matter, Sammy?"

"So, this is really the way you want to do it, huh?"

"Damn right I do," Gordon says. "You have no idea what I faced to get here. I lost everything. My life. But it's worth it, 'cause I'm finally gonna kill the most dangerous thing I ever hunted. You're not human, Sam."

"Look who's talking."

"You're right. I'm a bloodthirsty killer," Gordon continues to stalk Sam.

"Don't talk about it like you don't have a choice."