In Darkness, Of Light

So ummm....*sniffs self* do I like smell or something?
Cuz seriously, I've got #Hits and 1 Review....anyone else see something messed up about reading a story but saying NOTHING?!?
Hmph....
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Anyways there's a bit more to this chapter, and a lil bit of dirty.
This is un Beta'd as of now, my Beta has disappeared for a moment or two, don't know where she went...so until she gets back, deal with Un-Beta'd.

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Chapter 3
The Hunted

Blake felt the rumble of the bike underneath him, it was a comforting feeling, as he blazed along the road. He'd give occasional glances back towards the Impala, making sure that they weren't far behind him. They'd decided at the last gas station that they would drive for a few more hours and then finally just stop and get a room, since nothing pressing was really happening, they could afford too. Blake glanced at the treelined lake next to the road, it was quite breathtaking in the fall, the yellows and reds taking over the line of trees, their reflections shimmering in the calm waters surface. He kept his eyes forward but would occasionally shift his attention back to the Impala, over the course of the trip, Dean had taken to racing with Blake every now and then, and while Blake found it incredibly immature, he'd taken the bait and played around for awhile, actually enjoying himself.

Though it seemed that the playfullness that Dean had been exhibiting earlier had all but drained away. As a matter of fact he'd driven past the Impala about a half hour previous, and Dean's brow was so rigidly shoved together, Blake immediately registered something was wrong. As if to prove this thought, the Impala suddenly pulled onto the shoulder towards a walking path. Blake frowned and while several yards in front of them, he pulled off to the side. As soon as he'd stopped and had paused the music blasting in his ear, his phone went off, he yanked his helmet off his head and pulled his phone out and glanced at the screen.

It was Dean, pulling a bud out of his ear, he flipped it open, "What's going on?"

Dean's suddenly distracted yet stony voice rumbled out from the other end, "go on ahead and find us a place to stay in the town, I need to talk to Sam."

Blake found it was his brow now that was furrowed but he shrugged, realizing it really didn't have the same effect over the phone, "alright, call me when you're done, I'll let you know where it is."

Blake flipped the phone down and gave another glance back to them, and even from how far he was from them he could still sense the odd tenseness between them. His eyebrow raised slightly but he hit play on his Ipod again and pulled his helmet on with a kick of the ignition. His bike roared to life and he drove on without a second glance behind him, as far as he was concerned, it wasn't his business.

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Blake thumbed through the book clutched in his hand, his cigarette smoldering slowly in his other hand. He was relaxed back in a chair, his feet kicked up in another chair, a steaming glass of what smelled like herbal tea of sorts sat on the table next to him. His eyes skimmed the ancient and foreign words in front of him, every now and then he'd frown slightly, the frown of a man who's found something both interesting and confusing, and when that would happen he would lean forward, grabbing a nearby pen and jotting down quickly a note or two.

He pulled the book up close to his face, a look of concentration, "wha-? Oh...Demons....figures."

He jotted down another note before glancing up at the clock on the bedside table on the other side of the room, he frowned again, they had been over an hour so far. Not that he was concerned or worried, merely that it seemed like an oddly long amount of time for a simple talk, unless of course it wasn't so simple he added with a second thought. He had been noticing with each stop that Dean's preoccupation of his own thoughts were growing more and more, and from what Blake could discern about the man, that wasn't exactly his style. Sam was more the one to brood away to the sun fell beneath the horizon, and still doing it when it rose back up. He turned to his phone which was also sitting on the table, and as if to answer his glance, it rang.

He picked it up and flipped it open, "Kings Cross Inn, room 76, second floor."

"Thanks."

With that, the phone conversation was over, Blake flipped the phone down again, a raised brow expression back on his face. Dean's tone was none too happy, and it carried the tone of a man who didn't want to divulge what he was thinking. He shrugged and returned to his book, picking the Ipod from his pack beside him and pushing the buds into his ear, the sounds of Mozart suddenly filling his ears. He lost track of time as he noticed movement from the corner of his eye, glanced over to see Dean and Sam pushing their ways into the room, their faces solemn. Blake felt a twinge in his stomach, whatever the talk had been, it hadn't been a very uplifting one. They threw their things on the bed, or on the floor, seeming to not even notice Blake who's eyes had cast back on his book.

Dean suddenly glanced up and noticed Blake in his position, he tried to get Blakes attention and then noticed the buds in his ears. He strode forward and poked Blake, to which Blake glanced up at the intrusion with a questioning look and then pulling one of the buds free from his ear, "yes?"

Dean just stared at him, as if trying to work out what he wanted to say, at a loss for words even, but then he found his voice, "you get more than an hour to yourself in here, porn and movies to order on the TV, a bar right down the street, and you're sitting here reading some weird book, smoking and drinking tea? And is that...classical music?"

Blake found the edges of his mouth twitching at the almost disgusted tone he heard in Dean's voice, "not everyone needs to get drunk and screw a random bar whore to feel a bit better about their day. I'll have you know that this is the actual version of the Necronomicon, and Mozart is relaxing."

Dean made a disbelieving noise in his throat, but said nothing else, walking away, shaking his head, mumbling about "being stuck with two book-o-phile geeks." Blake rolled his eyes and put the bud back in his ear, returning to the book, losing himself to the rest of the room, and any passing of time. He glanced up suddenly, breaking himself from his stupor and realized that it was quite late, late enough that both of the Winchester brothers had already passed out on opposing beds. Blake's eyes swivelled to the bedside table where the clock blinked the time, Blake cursed at himself mentally, he had known better, it was well known that the book had a way of drawing people in, making them lose touch with the world around them, amongst other, darker side effects. He stood up and stretched, sighing as he did, setting the book back in his pack. He stared hard at the two beds, and watched as Sam flopped suddenly, his long limbs flinging over to the side of the bed with violent force as he rolled over, Dean had managed to move himself over to the middle of the bed.

He'd take his chances with Dean.

Changing into an undershirt and a pair of lounge pants, he slipped into the bed, pushing Dean's softly snoring body to the opposite side of the bed. Slipping into the bed, he lay on his back, thoughts passing through his head. He thought back a few days, pushing away thoughts from years before, refusing to allow them to come to the forefront of his mind. He instead chose to listen to the soft snoring of the two brothers, finding that though he hated to admit it, it was nice to be around people again, and not just showing up and helping them, but people he was around for an extended period of time. It also helped that they were hunters and-what hell was Dean doing?!?

In his deep sleep, Dean had sensed the presence of another warm body near him and in response, and beneath Blake's notice, had been slowly inching his way towards said warm body. Amongst all of Blake's thoughts, he'd failed to sense the movement of the man, only noticing when he felt a strong, defined arm, snake over top his body, pulling him in close. Blake tensed as he felt the warm body of Dean pressed up against him, he really didn't know what he was supposed to do, he hadn't exactly ever been cuddled by another man. He stayed still, almost as if in shock, feeling Dean's muscled chest rising and falling gently against his own body, Dean's heart beat steadily next to him. He felt a surge in his body, something he wasn't really able to place at that moment, but wasn't really bothering with the details. His own heart leapt as he felt Dean's face nuzzle against his shoulder, he frowned and using his hand closest to Dean, since the other was pinned, to poke at the sleeping hunter.

"Dean!" he hissed through the quiet room, "Dean!"

He squirmed, but despite his best efforts he couldn't get out from under him, and he didn't want to wake him suddenly, he didn't want Dean to wake up how he was, he really didn't want to deal with that. He picked his head up as he felt Dean's legs lay acrossed his own and flopped back with a groan, slowly but surely the sleeping Winchester was bound and determined to keep Blake where he was. He tried nudging him with his arm, hissing, blowing on his face, poking him more violently, anything to get the man to move.

He jolted as he felt the unpredicted and unwanted outcome of all of his movement against Dean's body, pressing firm and hard against his thigh. Now that was just too much, with a sudden jerk of his body, he yanked himself free of Dean's grip violently, jolting the man awake with a start. Dean shot up, fumbling around, glancing at the room around him frantically, until his eyes fell on a very disturbed Blake.

"What the fuck?!?"

Blake just stared at him, "dude, you were.......cuddling me!"

Dean just squinted at him, his brow slowly coming together, "I wha-?"

Blake shook his head, "Cuddling. You. Were. Cuddling. Me!"

Dean looked temporarily shocked but then snorted as he laid back down, "probably thought you were a girl I picked up."

Blake made a face, "well I'm not."

Then as if an after thought, "trust me, I at least deserve a dinner AND a movie before that kind of thing happens."

Dean rolled his eyes, "whatever, go to sleep."

Blake glared, "I would have had you not suddenly given me an unwarranted man-hug."

Dean shook his head, "well now that I know you're there, I won't, now shut up and let me sleep."

It was Blake's turn to roll his eyes as he turned on his side, away from Dean, allowing himself to push the thoughts of what had just happened from his mind and drifting off to sleep.

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The next sounds that Blake was aware of were the that of a person bustling around the room, cursing to himself. He groaned as he rolled over onto his back, squinting into the room. His eyes fell on Dean who was rushing around the room, gathering together guns and knives, a frantic look on his face. Blake grimaced at the bright light spilling into the room, his eyes casted around the room, looking for Sam whom he couldn't find. An alarm went off in his head, causing him to sit up, the typical grogginess he felt washing away completely with the sudden alertness that he felt.

"Where's Sam?" He questioned.

Dean's head snapped to Blake, "I don't know, he took off in the middle of the night!"

Blake groaned as he threw himself out of the bed, "any idea where he might have went?"

Dean threw a few more things in his bag, "I- I don't know, he just took off, I don't know what he was thinking..."

Blake began changing his clothes, "any idea why he would do that?"

Dean turned, a look akin to a child being caught doing something wrong, Blake raised an eyebrow as he finished pulling on his jeans and spoke for Dean, "I'm guessing this has something to do with that talk?"

Dean looked uncomfortable, "yeah...well..."

Blake shook his head, "it doesn't matter, we've got too find him, but keep your head attached for the love of god, we're not going to find him if you're freaking out."

Dean shook himself realizing that Blake was right, "alright, let's go then."

Blake nodded, grabbing his pack and following Dean to the Impala.

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It seemed after several hours worth of searching, that Sam had not made himself well known in the town. They'd asked questions, given a description, showed a picture or two, and yet no one had seen him. Dean was at his wits end, and Blake was beginning to become fairly irritated with the youngest Winchester. They could be out hunting something or doing SOMETHING productive, instead they were spending their time hunting down Sam instead. Blake had found that he was growing more and more curious as to what exactly had occured between the two brothers, but found himself keeping silent about his own interest, Dean was a little too preoccupied about his own problems at the moment anyways.

They were on their way back to the motel, on the hope that perhaps Sam had returned to the Motel while they were gone. Blake glanced at Dean who had picked up his phone and had it pressed against his ear, Blake sighed, "if he didn't answer the first few hundred times you called, I doubt he's going to answer now."

Dean only shook his head as he listened intently to the ringing in the phone, until he got Sam's voicemail. He cursed and hit the end button, only to redial, leaving Blake to roll his eyes again as they pulled up close to the Motel. His eyes fell a figure that was hunched on a nearby rooftop, Blake squinted, leaning closer to the window as he noticed a long metal object in the man's hand that looked suspiciously like a gun. He hit Dean in the arm and pointed towards the rooftop, Dean nodded and hit the brakes, turning the car off immediately. Blake followed as Dean sprinted out of the car, though he noticed that the man was running a considerable amount faster than Blake was. Blake was several yards from the ladder leading up as he caught sight of the man who was on the rooftop, Gordon.

He reacted out of instinct, jerking to the side when he heard the silenced gunshot ring out, slamming into a wall before realizing he wasn't shooting at them. Blake inched out and noticed Dean scalling the ladder, and noticed that Gordon was facing opposite of them, towards the motel. He snorted as he raced to the ladder, hearing the obvious sounds of fighting up above him. When he reached the top, just climbing onto the roof as he watched the final blow dealt to Dean, knocking him out cold. He pulled the gun from a holster within his shirt, aiming it steadily at Gordon's back as the man bent down next to Dean.

"Hold it," his voice slipped across the rooftop, he cocked the gun to alert Gordon to the danger of the gun.

Gordon froze, willing himself not to move, "so Dean brought a partner for this one. Who'd he allow to follow him around this time?"

Blake strode forward, pressing the gun into Gordon's back, "don't worry about it, step away from him."

Gordon smiled a none too pleasent one, "ooh and protective, and do I recognize that voice?"

Blake shoved the gun further into his back, and wasn't suprised as the man twisted around quickly, knocking the gun from his hand and aiming a blow at Blake's head, Blake reacted out of instinct, dipping below the fist and ramming his own into Gordon's stomach and another at the man's chin, who bounced back to avoid it. Now they stood a few feet apart and Gordon got a good look at his assailant and grinned.

"Ah so Blake Andreas, you're the newest addition to the Winchester team, how touching. Wouldn't imagine I'd find you working with other people after our little escapade."

Blake just gave him a look of disgust, "not all of us are heartless monsters Gordon."

Gordon raised an eyebrow, "heartless? Oh you're still hung up on the last hunt you helped me with."

Blake's disgust ran deeper, "you couldn't even prove that she was infected and you still wanted to kill her, and guess what? I was right. If I hadn't stopped you, you would have killed an innocent child!"

"Stopped me? You betrayed me!"

Blake rolled his eyes, "please, I knocked you out, I hardly count that as a stab to the back. You're lucky I didn't do more, now what do you want with the Winchesters?"

Gordon pulled out a long blade from his waist, waving it in front of him, "that's none of your concern."

Blake eased down into a prepared position, "it is now...you think you take me on as well?"

Gordon smiled, "you're good, but I'm better, in a fair fight I'll take you out just as easily as I did Dean here."

Blake gave him a look that obviously said to try it, and Gordon took the bait. He rushed quickly at Blake, swinging the knife through the air. Blake responded by sweeping his arm to continue Gordon's sweeping motion as he kept out of it's range. Holding Gordon's arm he brought his free arm up, and slammed his elbow into Gordon's face. Gordon stumbled back before catching himself and rushing at Blake again, bringing the blade down this time, Blake caught Gordon's arm at the wrist, twisting himself and Gordon's arm around, so painfully that Gordon yelled out and dropped the knife. Distracting himself to kick the knife away he felt Gordon wrap around and send a blow into the side of his head. He winced as stumbled to the side as Gordon delivered a kick to his side, knocking him roughly to the ground.

Gordon walked quickly, standing over Blake, raising his foot to stomp on Blake. Blake grabbed his foot, stopping it in the air as delivered his own kick to Gordon's other leg, sending the man to the ground. By the time both were up off of the ground, Blake had already delivered a set of punches and kicks that had knocked the man to the ground again. He breathed heavily as he lay on the roof, looking at Blake with hatred burning in his eyes. Glancing around he grabbed his knife and rolled, right off of the roof. Blake stood, blinking in suprise, he never knew Gordon to abandon a fight so quickly, he had to be up to something. He thought about following him when he heard Dean groan behind him.

He glanced over the side, unsuprised to see that Gordon was already gone. He turned to Dean who was stirring on the ground, Blake walked over and picked the man up, holding him on one shoulder, "alright come on ya oaf, let's get you back to the motel."

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Dean came too about 20 minutes later, sitting up with a groan, his hand shooting to his throbbing head. He opened his eyes slowly, and caught sight of Blake who was fiddling with one of his guns, cleaning it absentmindedly, his gaze falling on Dean. Dean realized suddenly that they were back in the motel room and tried to move quickly when his head shot with pain again, making him wince.

"Take the pills," Blake spoke, jerking his head towards the bedside table where two pills and a glass of water sat.

Dean rolled his eyes but popped the pills and swallowed them down with water, "Sam?"

Blake moved the clothe against the gleaming silver of his gun, "still gone, but he was generous enough to give you a call. I answered, he said he's fine and that he's working through things on his own, oh and don't worry or try to follow him."

Dean snorted, "that sounds like him."

Blake only gave a brief raise of his eyebrows in agreement as he continued cleaning his guns, "how's the head?"

"Fine, considering that bastard Gordon took a nice swing at it with his gun....wait what happened to him?"

"I persuaded him to leave."

Dean gave an amused look, "meaning you kicked his ass?"

Blake smirked slightly, "more or less, but he took off before the real ass kicking could begin."

Dean shook his head, "coward."

Blake glanced up at Dean, "Gordon is a lot of things, a coward is not one of them. He booked it out of there for a very good reason, and with him there's never a good reason, at least for whatever he's after."

"You know him?"

Blake grimaced, "more or less, met up with him about six months back, found myself a vampire coven and he was after the same thing. We teamed up temporarily, but I quickly became aware of his...deficiencies."

Dean's eyebrow shot up, "you mean that he's ten buckets of crazy?"

A small smile showed on Blake's face, "Yes. He was hellbent on killing this nine year old girl who he was convinced had become infected, because she'd been with them for far too long, and she couldn't stand the sunlight. Turns out she had an allergy to sunlight, and I knew that. When he refused to listen to reason I put him down. Killed the rest of the vampires and got her to safety, leaving Gordon where he lay. She's still a human and glad to be back with her parents."

Dean snorted derisively, "yeah that sounds like Gordon, but we need to find Sam."

Blake shook his head, "Sam directly asked that we don't try to find him."

Dean stood up, "like that's ever stopped me."

Blake's face turned to amusement, "he also asked me personally to prevent you from doing anything stupid, like going after him."

Dean looked disbelieving, "and you listened to him?"

Blake shrugged, "Sam is doing what he feels he needs to do, and he's well aware of the danger of Gordon so don't even go there. I promised him I would keep you off of his ass while he did whatever it was that he needed to do, while keeping his word that in the case of running into any danger, he would contact us."

Dean gave a violent jerk of his head, "that's not enough, I'm going after him."

Blake stood up, and Dean just stared at him, "what?"

Dean was incredulous, "you're actually going to try and stop me?"

An amused snort, "not try, I will."

Dean suddenly looked torn between irritation and amusement, "you think you can stop me somehow? Gonna kick my ass?"

Blake shook his head, "it doesn't require violent punching and kicking to subdue someone, grappling works just fine for me."

Dean's face turned to amusement and suprise, "you're going to wrestle me? You do realize no one has beat me in wrestling before, right?"

Blake stretched his arm, "then I guess we'll see, think of it as a challenge."

Dean looked thoughtful, the idea of a challenge, especially in a fighter like Blake was certainly an interesting idea and he wasn't against it. Alright so he'd get Blake out of his way, and then he'd go after Sam, fair enough. Dean set his things on the bed, wiping his hands together as he turned to Blake again, "alright then, let's se--"

His words were cut off suddenly by a solid body colliding with his own, knocking him onto the bed. He wriggled around as he felt Blake's strong hands holding his arms, he chuckled, "oh we're starting?"

Blake only grinned as he managed to pin Dean, but his eyes widened as he felt Dean's legs wrap around him and roll him to the side onto his stomach. He felt Dean immediately follow through by pressing his body down onto Blake, using his legs to pin Blake's arms, his hands held at Blakes upper back and head, holding him down, "not so cocky now are you?"

Blake only snorted as he managed to wretch his arms out from between Dean's vice-like grip and push himself onto his back, throwing Dean off of him. Instantly he was on Dean, firmly aware of the amused sound coming from Dean's throat. He went to catch Dean's arms but Dean was already in the middle of trying to throw Blake off of him. They both fought to gain control over the other, Dean eventually resorting to rolling Blake suddenly, using his hips. Blake was now beneath Dean, the two of them still fighting for the control of the wrestling match. This continued on, the wrestling match very quickly turning from a matter of Dean's leaving, and quickly became the two of them testing the other, seeing which of the two friends could come out on top. A typical testosterone fueled friendly competition of strength, skill and egos.

Suddenly Dean bucked up, throwing Blake off balance, and with a twist of his body, sent Blake off the bed onto the floor, Dean skillfully following after him. A soft noise escaped Blake's mouth as he hit the ground roughly, all the air in his lungs knocked from him. Though he tried to regain himself, he felt Dean's hands grip his wrists forcing them up above his head, while his legs curled around Blakes own pinning them effectively. Blake's breath shot in, his chest heaving just as much as Dean's, who lay above him, their slightly sweaty faces only inches apart because of their position.

Dean grinned, "told ya no one has beat me!"

Blake rolled his eyes, but the evidence of a smile danced at the corner of his lips, "yeah well, the minute you let me up, I'm just going to do it again until we're both too tired to actually do anything else, either way you're not going anywhere."

Dean smirked, "I'll outlast you."

Blake made to reply when both men chose that exact moment to become acutely aware of the fact that both of their hardness' were pressing against one anothers. In their position both were focused on the matter, and both coming to the realization that neither of them were exactly lacking. The sudden intimacy of the moment caught up with them, their full attentions on the heat and pulse of the others body. Dean's gaze slowly moved up to Blake's face, who instantly returned the gaze. Time stopped for a moment, their own breathing at a loss for themselves, eyes locked on the others. Then time started again, slowly, creepingly slow as Dean felt his body move of it's own accord it seemed, bending his neck slowly, his throat working. Blake only stared intensely, held by the power of the moment, the charm that it held, watching and not daring to move as he watched Dean lean his face to his.

Their lips met, and the air around them seemed to spark with energy, an energy that held the two of them there, neither having moved a muscle when their lips met. Once again time chose to stop, halting all functions in either man. Then a flare of thought erupted in Dean Winchester's mind, causing him to jerk his head back way from Blake's mouth. The movement woke Blake from his stupor and both stared at one another, their faces wearing the same look of pure shock and want.

Blake's mind was still a haze, feelings he'd long since forgotten flitting through not only his mind but his body, "I-....."

He stopped suddenly, unable to even think of anything to say, nothing seemed to fit for the moment. He only stared at the dumbfounded stare on Dean's face, the tension seeming to spread out betweent them like a solid strand. When it happened, both felt the sudden breaking of the strand and both reacted accordingly. One head arched up while the other shot down, the need and desire washing over them suddenly, a force beyond their control. Their lips met again, this time with movement, with hunger. Lips pressed against lips, moving frantically, bodies heating suddenly. A tongue pressed against anothers lips that parted willingly, accepting the tongue as it washed into it's own mouth. Blake twitched suddenly feeling the kiss through his whole body, his body spreading with heat, a fire burning through his veins, a fire he didn't want to stop. Dean's hands gripped tight against his wrists, his legs bearing down on him, all of Dean pressing against him, holding him down, sending the desire further through his body. He groaned audibly, an unheard noise before, as he felt Dean's hips grind against him, pressing down on his erection. The groan seemed to entice Dean, pushing further with his tongue, the want in him shooting through him, sparking in him a life he hadn't known.

Then they pulled away, a more gentle motion, eyes still locked on the others, their gazes held for a few minutes, taking it all in. As was expected it was Dean's mind that snapped suddenly, a feeling of dawning horror at what had just transpired. He leapt up, leaving a slightly dazed and bewildered Blake on the floor, who stirred, slowly sitting up. Dean glanced frantically from side to side, grabbing his keys and running out of the room. He didn't stop walking down the walkway till he almost reached the stairs. Grabbing the rail he went to swing himself around, and dash down the stairs when the reality hit him, he'd not only just kissed a guy, he'd just full on made out with one, with Blake! He sat down hard on the stairs, placing his face in his hands, a guy! He gave a faint cock of his head, yeah it was probably the hottest thing he'd ever done, but it was a guy! He'd never even once glanced at another man like that, and he'd just about tried to screw Blake into the floor if he'd gone that far.

He shook himself, he needed to focus, it was Sam that he was after and needed. He made to stand up when he felt a sharp pain in his neck, he made to reach for it, but only watched as the world swam and sat down hard. He reached up to his neck feeling for a moment, a solid object in his neck, he only managed to finger it as he felt an invisible force pass over him and darkness swept through him.

Blake in the meantime was still sitting on the floor, still in a partial daze. He stood up shakily, grabbing his cigarettes from the table and flipping one out, fumbling for his lighter and lighting it instantly. He stared at his hands, which were still shaking visibly, causing him to frown. Now Blake wasn't exactly what you'd call naive when it came to these matters. He may not have been very partial to expressing many emotions other than irritation, interest, concentration, and happiness when he allowed it, but he knew desire and lust when he felt it. Hell he wasn't a virgin! He'd lost his virginity years back, and still occasionally, when someone just right happened across his path, he would sleep with them. He knew lust and desire, they'd more than once had creeped through his body, taking a hold over his body. This on the other hand, this was something all together different. The feelings he'd had, they were far more intense than he'd ever known, if it had continued he didn't know what he would have been capable of after that. It had torn through him, controlling his body and mind like he'd never known before.

He ran a hand through his hair, stubbing out his cigarette as he realized that Dean had left the door wide open in his haste to leave, not that he blamed the man, it was as much a shock for Blake as it was for Dean. He frowned suddenly when he realized that he hadn't heard the familiar rumble of the Impala starting, he stood up and walked out the door and peered over the railing, and spotting the car instantly. Scratching his head he turned and walked down the pathway, convinced that maybe Dean in his state of mind had just decided to walk it off. When he turned the corner heading to the stairs he spotted Dean, laying in an unconscious heap, a long but thin needle sticking out of his neck.

He bent down instantly to check on him, and he was still breathing he noted. It was then that he became aware of another person behind him, he jumped up and twisted around in time to see Gordon holding a gun and heard a soft noise of air as he felt a pain in his neck. He knew that he'd been darted, just as Dean had as Gordon only smirked at him and said, "two for the price of one, this will definitely get Sammy running to me."

Blake stumbled back into the high railing, only managing to fumble out, "fuckbag..."

Then his legs fell out from beneath him, and he gave into darkness.

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Smoke, burning flesh, screams.....THE SCREAMING!!
Eyesight blurring, he can't see....where is he?
What happened?
Oh God! He's covered in blood, their blood!
The fire, this, all of it, him, him....HIM!
A shake, a rumble, a roar...it's coming back....
He does what he must, he is a coward, running...
A wall of flames, a pile of flesh and bone....

Into the darkness of the night, the shadows of the forest.

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The smell of rotting wood and dust filled his senses, his vision blurry as he picked his head up slowly, feeling the haze of the drug still bearing down on him. Blake squinted through the shadowy room, desperately fighting to gain control of what he was seeing. Fallen pieces of wood, furniture, clothe and other odds and ends filled his sight as he made to stand. He realized quickly that he was tied to the chair he sat in and getting up wasn't an option. He fought the urge to growl in frustration, Gordon had gotten the best of both of them, they both had become distracted and he'd taken advantage of it and managed to subdue them long enough to get them to wherever it was that they were. He glanced around the room some more, trying to figure out exactly where he was, all he could make out was that it was a shack of some kind that hadn't seen the touch of a human in God knows how long. Dust floated amongst the cobwebs and decaying furniture in the room, the smell of dead rotting wood and fabric hanging in the air, stale.

He wrestled his arms for a moment, and wasn't that suprised that Gordon had made sure to tie him down quite well. In his hasty movements though, he became aware of another person directly behind him. That could only mean it was Dean, or Sam, but Gordon had something about luring Sam here, and God only knew why Gordon wanted that, the man had stopped making rational sense years before all of this. He moved his chair as best he could, slamming it into the chair behind him, "Dean!"

He rolled his eyes when he realized that this would be the second time that he would be trying to wake the eldest Winchester in a 24 hour period, or at least maybe it was 24 hours. He tried some more, the effects of the drug should have worn off by now, "Dean!"

He felt the man shift and heard him groan slowly, "wha-s that?"

"Dean, wake up!"

He felt Dean jolt and squirm around, "the hell?"

Blake shook his head, "it's no use, that crazy fucker has us tied up good."

"Is that what everyone thinks of me?" A voice floated out from a nearby doorway as Gordon slunk into the room, a dark smile on his face.

Blake snorted, "anybody who's had the displeasure of meeting you that is."

Dean wrestled with the ties around his wrists, trying to free himself to which Gordon chuckled, "that's not going to do you a whole lot of good. Don't worry I'll let you both go after I get what I want."

Dean stopped, craning his neck the best he could, "which is what?"

Blake growled, "Sam."

Dean hopped in his chair, trying to glare at Gordon, "what the hell do you want with my brother?"

Gordon shrugged, "everyone knows that he's got some demon in him, I'm only doing what I do best, killing evil."

Dean managed to cast a heavy glare over his shoulder, "my brother is NOT evil!"

"He's got demon blood in him, it's only inevitable that eventually he'll start acting on it. You think that his powers came from nowhere Dean? That his visions just happened to come from the ether? No, he's got demon blood in him, and eventually that'll change him, him and all the others like him, so I've been doing what I have to do."

Blake stared at Gordon, "you've been the one killing all those people."

Dean looked bewildered, "what?"

Blake sighed, "I've been noticing a handful of people have been dying off lately, murdered actually. Someone is this town died just the other day, stabbed in the gut in a parking lot. It was you Gordon."

Gordon shrugged again, "I'm doing what I can to stop the demons from winning."

Blake shook his head, "you really have lost your goddamn mind."

Gordon grabbed a rifle sitting against the wall as he walked around to Dean, "call me what you want, but I'm doing what I have to do. To preserve the human race."

Dean growled, "when I get up from here, I'm going to kill you."

Blake grunted, "not if I beat you too it."

Gordon bent down, his breath beating into Dean's face, "once I've killed your brother, I'll let you both go. I've already got my bait and he'll have seen me walk in the front door, once that happens he'll trail around to the back, where I've got some tripwire tied to some explosives. Once that's all over, you two are free to go."

Dean jerked, trying to punch Gordon, "Sam's not stupid enough to fall for that!"

Gordon smiled, "for his brother he is."

Blake gritted his teeth, even though the man was out of his mind, he had a point, the brothers didn't exactly think things through when it came to each other. That was the curse of having a partner when hunting, you tended to get attached. He felt Gordon beside him, a clothe in his hand as he pulled it across and taut through Blakes mouth, and as he went to do the same to Dean, both of them fighting against it, Gordon spoke, "now don't worry, just can't have you alerting him is all."

Dean's returning glare said volumes as he cursed into the gag, though it was obviously muffled. Blake fought the urge to roll his eyes when he heard movement on the other side of the thin walls. Both he and Dean froze as they watched light peer in for brief moments through random slits and rotted holes, the sound of Sam crunching carefully over the leaves outside. Blake's head swivelled to the door, as he felt Dean do the same. They tensed as they listened to the door open, and then it went silent as Sam seemed to be taking it carefully. The first blast shook the house, Blake closing his eyes as he heard Dean moan in pain at the thought. Gordon held a finger up to his lips, as if to motion for them to wait. Suddenly a secondary blast shook the house and Blake actually grimaced, hoping that Sam had anticipated the secondary tripwire bomb.

Gordon grabbed his gun and strode from the room, leaving the two of them alone. Blake wriggled around, feeling the rigid shock setting into Dean's body, and he tried to get him to actually do something, but found it was a futile hope. Suddenly the sounds of wrestling and fighting were heard from the other room. Blake felt a surge pass through Dean's body as they both realized that Sam had survived through the tripwires. Blake strained trying to get out of the restraints when he spotted Sam walking from the room, the gun in his hand. He threw it to the side and hurried over to them, untying them both.

"Where's Gordon? I'm so kicking his ass!" Dean leapt up from the seat.

Sam gave a serious face, "I took care of Gordon."

Blake raised an eyebrow as he watched comprehension and-was that fear? Wash over Dean's face. Blake only shrugged as they made their way out of the house walking across the street. The sounds of gunshots filled the air as they jerked and glanced back to see Gordon aiming two guns at them as he stood on the porch firing wildly. They glanced at each other and took off, diving into a nearby ditch.

"You call this taken care of?!?" Dean barked.

"Hold on!" Sam yelled back as the sounds of sirens and bright red and blue lights filled the air. Within minutes several cop cars had shown up and thrown Gordon into cuffs and the backseat of the car. Blake glanced at Sam with an approving look, "clever."

Sam grinned, "what? Did you think I killed him?"

They turned and walked away as Dean snorted, "I would have."

Blake looked agreeing, "oh yeah, same here."

Sam only looked bewildered and slightly disturbed as they went back to the Impala.

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Dean had made it quite apparent that he was avoiding not only being alone with Blake, but also being within a six foot distance. Blake seemed unfazed by it, actually he didn't even seem to notice it. He was absorbed in his reading or whatever else he was doing at the time, all the while Sam watched with vague interest, darting a glance between the two of them. Sam could only figure that some sort of argument or odd conversation had his brother weirded out. He thought about asking either one of them but figured he'd get a disconnected answer from Blake and an avoidance answer from Dean. In the end he decided to just let it be.

After some surfing around for half the day, Sam came across a series of disappearances to the east of them. When he announced it, both Dean and Blake seemed eager to go, though it seemed Blake's reaction was because he was tired of sitting around, Dean's was once again an avoidance of whatever weirdness was going on. Within moments they were packed up and back on the road, Dean still tense and not talking, no matter how much Sam was pushing.


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So that's it....maybe in the Beta'd version the ending will have changed, cuz I'm not too sure about it.
In any case my Muse decided to be cruel by giving only a make-out period...he's a bit sadistic, and it worries me a lil bit....that and he keeps telling me really odd things....does anyone else become freaked by their muse?
Anyways....*turns* what?...oh fine, my muse says hi, anyways, please...PLEASE review for the love of whatever it is that you do or do not believe in.
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