Supernatural: Hunted

A/N: Greetings! So, here's the next chapter and there will be one more chapter after this; just one hint of what will happen in this chapter, Gordon is up against both the Winchesters and the BAU.

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural or Criminal Minds. I just own any and all characters that I just happen create.

CHAPTER FOUR: "YOU'RE UNDER ARREST."

"And Joseph's master took him, and put him into the prison, a place where the king's prisoners were bound: and he was there in the prison."

Genesis 39: 20

At the Carey house, Sam, Scott, and Ava were sitting in the living room, talking quietly, Eli was in the kitchen, and both Hotch and Morgan were also in the living room to make sure that nothing happen to the three young adults and were waiting for word on whether Liz, Dean, and Emily were successful in eliminating the Menae.

Morgan was peering out the front window as the sun set, making sure that no one was trying to sneak up on the house, when Hotch's phone rang.

"Hotchner."

`"Hey, Hotch, it's Emily,"` said Emily, who was sounding weary. `"There's now one less Menae in the world."`

"That's good to hear," Hotch said, relieved. "Are you three all right?"

`"Well, we had a close call earlier,"` Emily admitted, `"but it worked out in the end… how are things on your end?"`

"Quiet," Hotch answered. "So far there's been-"

"Get down!" Morgan shouted, tackling Hotch just as the window shattered when it was hit with a bullet. Sam dove to the floor with both Ava and Scott, shielding their bodies with his; meanwhile in the kitchen, Eli dove under the kitchen table.

"Get down!"

"Oh my god!"

Across the street, Gordon was on a rooftop across the street with a sniper rifle; he continued to take aim and fired at the living room.

`"Hotch!"` Emily shouted. `"Hotch! What's going on? Hotch?!"`

"We're being shot at!" Hotch reported as he and Morgan crawled over to either side of the damaged window as more shots rang out, destroying several lamps in the room, and tearing apart the couch. "We're pinned down!"

Morgan took a quick peek and cursed as more shots rang out. "It's Gordon! He's positioned on the roof of a house across the street!"

"That's the Powell house!" Scott informed them. "The family moved out two months ago!"

Everyone cringed when more shots slammed into the room, destroying more stuff.

`"Hotch! We're on our way!"`

"What're we gonna do?" Liz asked, worried for the safety of both Sam and their friends.

"There's a road that goes directly behind the house that Gordon's using," Emily told them, typing directions into the GPS. "If we use that, then we can get at him from behind."

"Emily," Dean said, leaning forward. "Gordon's a hunter and sneaking up on him won't be easy, and even if we do catch him, I don't know if we'll be able to contain him."

Liz frowned and then got an idea. "Leave that to me, Dean; I've got an idea." And got her phone out.

Meanwhile, Gordon was about to take another shot-

"Gordon!"

Dean suddenly jumped the older man from behind, tussling over the rifle, and then both of them rolled off the roof and into the bushes below.

"You do that to my brother, I'll kill you!" Dean shouted as he kicked Gordon out of the bushes and onto the front lawn, tossing the rifle as far away as he could before continuing after the black man, who was struggling to his feet.

"Dean, wait-" Gordon began, clutching a knife in his hand now, but then froze when Emily stepped out of the shadows, her gun covering him as both Hotch and Morgan ran out of the house and across the street; a few seconds later, three police cars, sirens blaring, pull into the street and pulled up along the house. Cops emerged, weapons ready.

"Drop your weapon, get down on your knees!" one cop ordered.

"Do it, now!" a second cop shouted.

Gordon scowled as he dropped the knife, raised his hands, and knelt onto the ground; Morgan pulled out a set of handcuffs and promptly cuffed Gordon and patted him down. "Gordon Walker, you're under arrest." He then stepped aside, letting two cops take him to a squad car, just as a report came in about finding Gordon's car, filled with papers that had information about Scott on them, and the weapon rack inside it.

While this was going on, Dean and Liz joined Sam at the front door while Scott, Ava, and Eli remained inside.

"Who called the cops?" Sam asked.

Liz grinned. "Anonymous tip."

"You're a fine upstanding citizen, Liz," Dean declared while Sam laughed, glad that it was over.

Later at the police station, Gordon was sitting in a interrogation room, his hands handcuffed in front of him with a chain connected to the floor underneath the table, and had a bored expression on his face when the only door to the room opened and Morgan entered, carrying several files in one hand, Hotch directly behind him.

"I don't suppose you're here to let me go," said Gordon as Morgan seated himself across the table, his back to the one-way mirror while Hotch seated himself next to his co-worker, and neither of them answered right away. "I've always heard that feds are tough nuts to crack, and it looks like it's true."

Neither federal agent were amused, but they didn't show it, either.

Gordon watched them both carefully, looking for some clue to what they were thinking, anything that would get him out of the police station without having to use physical force. "So, are we just going to stare at each till hell freezes over or is there some reason for both of you being in here?"

"Do you know why you're in here, Gordon?" Hotch asked calmly, his facial expression completely neutral.

Gordon shrugged. "Well, those cops said something about attempted murder, breaking into private property, and something about being a possible serial killer. Way I see it… it's a bunch of nonsense."

"Gordon, I hardly call shooting up the Carey house and almost killing two federal agents nonsense," Morgan remarked.

Gordon raised his eyebrows. "True, I probably would've rethought my plan, but there were two, maybe three, dangerous threats in that house that needed to be eliminated."

Now Morgan raised his eyebrows. "Hm, tell me something, Gordon, were these people threats, too?" he asked, opening one of the folders and spread half dozen photos in front of the hunter, all of them having been tortured in some form before dying or being killed.

Gordon looked at the photos for a moment, and looked back at them. "Each was possessed by a demon, and I got rid of the filthy things…but somehow I think you already know that."

"On that point you're right," Hotch agreed. "We're friends with the Winchesters and we have had some experience with exorcising demons from the people they're possessing, although the majority of those people survived the process, while the people you freed didn't, and that's mainly due to the torture that you put their bodies through first."

Gordon smirked. "I'd heard that the Winchesters had befriended some government people, and yet…" he leaned forward slightly to look them both in the eyes. "I have to wonder just how well do you really know the Winchesters? Or should I say how well do you know Sam Winchester?"

"We know them a lot better than you do," Morgan stated. "But why don't you humor us, Gordon. Tell us what you know."

Gordon chuckled. "I might as well, and maybe you'll understand why things like Sam and Scott need to be eliminated. See, I was doing an exorcism down in Louisiana. Teenage girl, seemed routine, some low-level demon. But between all the jabbering and the head spinning, the damn thing muttered something. About a coming war. And I don't think it meant to, it just kind of slipped out. But it was too late. Peaked my interest. And you can really make a demon talk, if you got the right tools."

"The police down there found the girl's body," Morgan told him, his tone cold. "Her name was Jennifer Wilcox, and she was just sixteen years old."

Gordon shrugged. "Odds are she probably wouldn't have survived the exorcism itself even if I hadn't tortured the demon. Anyway. This demon tells me there are soldiers to fight in this coming war. Humans…fighting on hell's side. You believe that? I mean, they're psychics, so they're not exactly pure humans, but still. What kind of worthless scumbag have you got to be to turn against your own race?" he watched their expressions careful and frowned when he didn't see anything that he could use. "But you know the biggest kick in the ass? This demon said I knew one of them. Our very own Sammy Winchester."

"I expect you're hoping we'd be shock by all of this and agree with you," said Hotch, his arms folded now. "However, we're aware of all of that…and as for calling Sam a worthless scumbag who's willing to turn against his own race, he isn't that and neither is Scott; but I have encountered those type before and most of them are either rotting in the ground or are currently rotting in jail, which is what is going to happen to you, too, Gordon."

"And you expect me to believe that?" Gordon asked. "I have my connections and I made damn sure it was true, which is how I found Scott, who has already killed Mr. Tinkles the cat, and will most likely work his way up to humans if he, Sam, and all the others like them aren't stopped first. They're all going to be killers, and they need to be stopped."

Morgan shook his head, chuckling. "Oh man, you're a real jerk you know that, Gordon?" he then leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table surface. "We're profilers, and we've been profiling you ever since the incident in Red Lodge, Montana."

"Is that suppose to scare me?" Gordon asked.

Morgan gave him a bemused smile. "Maybe, but that's up to you. You were born on November 16th, 1971 to Henry and Molly Walker, and you had a one sister, Casey, born four years later; you were a good kid, you went to school, did your schoolwork, had plenty of friends, was on the wrestling team, and you were going to get a scholarship when something unexpected happened."

Hotch took over. "You were eighteen years old and was looking after your sister while your parents were out of the house, when you heard a strange noise coming from your sister's room upstairs; fearing that someone was trying to take Casey, you took your father's gun and ran upstairs. But what you found wasn't a kidnapper, or even a human, you found a vampire bent over your sister; being the good big brother you did everything that you could to keep her safe, but you failed, and your parents blamed you for her disappearance and no one believed you when you insisted that it was a vampire."

"Furious at yourself for being weak, you dropped out of school and ran away from home," said Morgan watching Gordon closely. "You began training, you began learning, and you became a vampire hunter; then one day, you find the vampire that took your sister away and you killed him, and then you find your sister, but she's no longer your sister. So you killed her, too, with no remorse whatsoever, and since then you've been killing every supernatural creature that happens to cross your path."

"And then last year," Hotch said, "you were in Austin, Texas, where you find a nest of vampires living on cattle blood, but you don't care, to you a vampire is a vampire no matter what sort of blood they drink. So you hunt them, killing them one by one until they escape and hide out in Red Lodge, Montana; you go to that town, you find two of the vampires and kill them, and then the Winchesters arrive and you try to brush them off the case until Dean kills a vampire. You hope to convert Dean to your way of thinking, taking advantage of the fact that he's still mourning over the death of their father, and then you listen in when the Winchesters talk about the vampire nest and you overhear about Sam's addiction to demon blood. So, when they stop you from killing those vegetarian vampires and leave you tied up in that farm house, you know you want revenge on them, but that's when you learn that the majority of the hunter community, knows about what you almost did in Red Lodge, and now they're refusing to help you."

"However, there is a small number of hunters who support your way of thinking," Morgan added, "and they're the ones who let you know where Scott Carey is living and that the Winchesters are heading to the same location, and for you, it means killing two people who've had their lives messed up by a demon, and also getting back at the Winchesters, too. But that's not gonna happen, Gordon; not today and not ever, 'cause you're gonna go away for a long time."

Gordon glared at them both. "You're pretty good with that profiling stuff, I'll give you that, but I'm not gonna stay locked up forever, and when I do get out, I'm gonna deal with the Winchesters, all those other special people, and then I'll find a way to deal with you two as well."

"Don't count on it, Gordon," Hotch said coldly. "Earlier tonight, you almost killed two federal officers, and just now you've threaten us, which means the odds of you ever seeing the light of day again have just dropped to zero." And with that, both Hotch and Morgan stood and left the room, leaving Gordon to stew in his own juices.

A/N: Take that Gordon! Hahahahaha! R&R everyone!