A/n: hey y'all, here's the next chapter as promised! Hope you enjoy!
"No, hell no Bobby! What are thinking?" Dean asked looking at Bobby like was seconds away from passing out.
"I trust her, 'sides she's always known somethin' was up. She has for a long time." Bobby tried to explain. Dean shook his head and began pacing the living room. He really didn't understand why bobby felt the need to bring someone in, a civilian no less. They were just wasting time they didn't have. Gordon still had Sam and arguing about some chick, some cop to help wasn't bringing them any closer to saving Sam. Dean had half a mind to sneak out and rescue Sam by himself, like he was suppose to. To hell if he didn't make it out alive, as long as Sam lived that was all that mattered. After all, it was his fault that Sam had been taken in the first place. If he had charged his damn phone he would have gotten Sam's call and all of this could have been avoided. Sam would have never had to leave his girl and end up in this shit of a situation.
"He said to come alone Bobby. I'm not putting Sam in more danger by bring some cop along who, by the way, knows nothing about the what really happened and me!" Dean yelled his pulse pounding.
"And I'm not sending you to your death Dean!" Bobby roared back.
"I can take care of myself!"
"I'm not sayin' that! You're not a killer Dean! I don't wanna see you become somethin' you're not!"
"In case you haven't noticed, I kill things all the time and don't bother telling me that I only kill because those sons of bitches because they deserved it! Gordon has my brother Bobby, trust me, he deserves it!"
"I ain't sayin' that he don't deserve it Dean." Bobby said his voice lowering and concern flooding his eyes. "I just want you and Sam to come out of this breathing. A little extra help won't hurt no one."
A sharp knock on the front door cut off any response Dean might have had. Giving him a pat on the shoulder as he passed by, Bobby made his way to the door.
"Bobby Singer, I can honestly say that I was surprised to get your call." Sheriff Jody Mills's soft voice laughed from the doorway.
"Sheriff, come on in."
Dean propped himself up on the opposite wall by Bobby's desk as the Sheriff and his surrogate father entered the room. The sheriff's warm brown eyes immediately locked with his, a supervised look dancing across her face. "Sheriff, this is my other nephew, Dean."
"Other nephew? Bobby Singer you are just full of surprises today." She chucked with an arch of her brow before turning her attention to Dean. "It's a pleasure to meet you Dean. Hey, don't you have a dog named Dean?"
"No, we don't." Dean snapped. God damn it Sam.
"So is Sam you're brother?" she continued on, unfazed by Dean's short attitude and obvious distrust.
"Yeah he is."
"Ok, not big on the chic chat I see." She said taking a step back.
"I'm sorry Sheriff; Dean's not normally like this." Bobby apologized, shooting Dean a warning glare. "He's just a little moody today." Dean just rolled his eyes and crossed his arms tighter around his chest.
"It's no problem. " Sheriff Mills said kindly. "So tell me, what is so secret that you couldn't come down to the station and tell me Mr. Singer?"
"Gordon Walker." Bobby answered darkly.
"Oh boy, I should probably sit down for this shouldn't I?" she said before taking a seat on Bobby's old ratty couch. "Please tell me you didn't find him and kill him?"
"Can't say I've had that honor yet Sheriff." Bobby sighed walking around to sit down at his desk. "What do you remember about the case that led to Walker's conviction?"
"Besides it being my first case and fastest case I've ever worked, nothing much. Why?"
"You don't remember anything strange in the findings?"
"I remember some of the tests came back wrong, I just figured the lab messed up the results." Sheriff Mills said offhandedly shooting curious looks in Dean's direction. "What's this all about Bobby?"
"Gordon didn't kill those people sheriff." Bobby admitted plainly like he was commenting on the weather and not incriminating himself in a major crime.
"Bobby!" Dean hissed pushing himself off the wall he was leaning against. He inched closer to the older man, ready to defend Bobby incase the Sheriff pulled out a weapon. Stupid, crazy, old man.
"What are you talking about Singer?" The Sheriff asked sitting up straighter than before.
"Gordon was framed." He said calmly. "By me."
"Excuse me?" she breathed. "Are you telling me that Walker has been sitting in jail for years, for a crime he didn't commit?"
"Gordon Walker has committed plenty of crimes including tryin' to kill my nephews!" Bobby shot, his voice rising with anger. "Don't go thinkin' that you've do some horrible wrong by keepin' him locked up! That man is a monster and deserves a lot more than a jail cell!"
"That may be but Bobby, you just admitted to a major offence! I'm going to have to arrest you!" she cried pushing herself to her feet and pulling out a shiny pair of cuffs. Dean growled low in his throat and maneuvered himself so he was directly between the Sheriff and Bobby.
"Now wait just a minute Sheriff, I ain't done." Bobby interjected standing up. He placed a gentle hand on Dean's shoulder and whispered softly in his ear. "It's alright there son. She ain't gonna do nothin'"
Dean turned and looked Bobby over. His face was like a stone wall but his eyes glittered with mischief.
"you better know what you're doin' old man. Time's a ticking." Dean warned.
"I know. we're gonna get him back, don't you worry." He said with a comforting pat. Dean nodded and shuffled to the side. "Now Sheriff," Bobby said formally. "Those test results you got back, what exactly was wrong with them?"
"Bobby-"
"Please, Jody, this is important. What did they say?" he begged. The Sheriff gave him a hard look before taking a seat once more on the couch.
"You won't believe me." she whispered.
"Try us." Dean said his voice surprisingly soft. Sheriff Mills gave him one long hard look before glancing down at her folded hands.
"The DNA that came back from the victim wasn't human." She whispered. "And the bodies in the graves, they had the same DNA too."
"That's because they aren't human." Bobby told her. Dean froze. He knew Bobby was speaking technically, he was in fact not human but, his brain decided not to take that into account. Flashes of memories that he had long buried spun in a sickening dance across his mind. The old taunts and jabs rang in his ears, not human, monster, dog, mutt. He began to run his fingers over the thin scars on his forearm that acted as a constant reminder of what he was. With a shake of his head, Dean tried to ignore the whirlwind taking place in his mind and focus on the words the man who raised him was speaking. "They're Skinwalkers."
"S-skinwalkers? Like the Native American legends, those people who can turn into animals?"
"Kind of like that, only they aren't witches. They're just flesh and bone like you and me."
"You're crazy. Those are just stories they don't actually exist." She choked out in a nervous laugh.
"I know it's a lot to take in at once but they do." Bobby pressed on. "Walker here, hunts these creatures for a livin'."
"Right, sure he does." The sheriff nodded. "So assuming that what you're saying is true, that doesn't explain why you killed those…things and how Gordon comes into this."
"Me and Dean's Daddy killed those bastards they took him. Gordon was in town huntin' down Dean too, right place right time kind of thing. So we killed two birds with one stone, killed those sons of bitches who took out boy, pinned the crime on Gordon to take the heat off of us, and to put Gordon away."
"Why was Gordon…" she trailed off her eyes slowly turning to Dean wide with fear.
"Woof, woof." Dean deadpanned. He figured this was coming but it didn't ease the hurt he felt from the Sheriff's look of downright terror. He was a monster after all, people should be afraid of him.
"Holy shit." She gasped, whipping her head back to Bobby. "Holy shit Bobby!"
"Jody you need to calm down!" Bobby warned.
"But-but he's one of them!"
"Dean is my nephew and I'm sure he'd appreciate it if you didn't treat him any differently. Now please, Jody, we're kinda on a clock here."
"W-what?"
"Gordon, he's in town and he's got Dean's brother. We need your help to go after him."
"W-why do you need my help?"
"Because I trust you."
"You hardly know me, how can you trust me?"
"I know you didn't call the cavalry the second you learned that Gordon was innocent, like you should have, and I know that you've had speculation on the case long before I mentioned anything." Bobby explained folding his hands neatly on his desk and pinning the sheriff with his most pointed look. "Please Sheriff."
"This is crazy and lord knows why I'm doing this but I'll do it. I'll help you." she sighed her eyes full of determination. "What do you need me to do?"
"Gather up a few men you can trust." Bobby instructed. "Have them meet us down at Palisased Park. Tell to wait for us."
"What's happening at Palisased?"
"I'll tell you on the way. But now, we gotta go." Bobby said making his way into the kitchen. "Dean you good to go?"
"Are you gonna tell me the plan or what?" Dean asked with a huff.
"The less you know the better. Now go on, go save that bones headed brother of yours."
Without needing to be told twice, Dean ran from the room and out to his car. Cranking the engine, he peeled out of the driveway hoping that whatever Bobby's plan was wasn't going to put his baby brother in deeper trouble.
~*0*~
Sam could feel the sweat trickle down his neck and back as he sat, tied to the chair, no closer to escaping than he was before. What little light that shown through the covered windows had slowly begun to fade away, early evening sounds filling the humid air. Gordon sat by the door, meticulously taking apart his gun, as if cleaning it two million times would suddenly make Dean appear. The interior of the cabin was sticky; the heated air stagnant and heavy. Dean's one hour time period was fast approaching and there was still no sign of his big brother. Sam couldn't help but feel relived.
A crackle sounding from Gordon's duffle broke through the heated silence, awakening Gordon from his ministrations. With heavy foot falls Gordon made his way over to his bag and pulled out a walkie – talkie.
"Uh, this is Ranger Pike, that car you wanted me to look out for - that '67 Impala - just pulled in a couple of minutes ago." A nervous voice called over the speaker.
"You're family thanks you." Gordon responded. "It would be in your best interest to inform me if anyone else stops by tonight, I wouldn't want anything to happen to that beautiful daughter."
"Y-yeah ok I will, just please don't hurt them." The nervous voice agreed, distress coloring his tone. "Please."
"It's all up to you Ranger." Gordon said before throwing the walkie – talkie back into his bag and pulling out a long, thick, silver chain. "It's show time Sammy."
Sam struggled harder, pulling at his bindings as Gordon switched off the light and stepped out of the cabin leaving Sam alone in the sweltering heat. His heart thumped against his rib cage as the familiar rumbled of Dean's car cut through the night. The tape around his mouth held fast, muffling his shouts of warning. His brother was walking to his death and Sam had no way of stopping it. Slowly the cabin door swung open, Dean's gun glinting in the rising moon light.
"Sam?" Dean hissed out in a harsh whisper. "Sammy you here?" there was a moment of fumbling before the single bulb came to life, casting a dim light throughout the cabin. Dean rushed over to where Sam sat and carefully pulled the tape off of his skin.
"Dean it's a trap, Gordon is here, he's gonna kill you." Sam said in a rush as Dean worked quickly at the roped around his feet.
"Yeah I know, but we're gonna get out of here before he gets back." Dean answered.
"I don't think that's going to happen Dean-o." Gordon said from the doorway, the chain resting in his hands. A growl rumbled from his brother's chest as he spun around to face Gordon, his gun held tightly in his hand. But before Dean could fire off a shot, Gordon swung the chain, the links wrapping around his brother's neck pulling him down to the ground with a grunt. "Be a good dog and sit."
TBC...