Authors Note: Ok I know it's been ages since I updated but for some reason this chapter just wasn't coming out right for me and I kept erasing everything I wrote forcing myself to start over blah, blah, blah you know the routine. And to add to that I lost my Internet for awhile and that threw me off track so for awhile now I've been scattering around to try to get this ready and posted. *Face palm* It's been a stressful month lol. Hopefully this chapter is top par for you all since it took me ages to write. Thanx Charity.
Dean breathed harshly as he tried to get his bearings in order. It seemed like the walls of the warehouse were closing in on him. All the air was quickly sucked out of his lungs as he wheezed in and out. He couldn't do this! He just couldn't.
Turning eyes towards there captor he glared as much as he could mustering up all the hate and rage into one look.
"Go to hell!" He yelled harshly.
Gordon didn't seem amused he just stood there with his arms crossed over his chest a smug smirk lighting up his face as if he knew all the fucking answers in the world.
"That's what I thought you'd say."
And before Dean could even think of something to say, he heard Gordon's belt being unbuckled and pulled through the loops.
Horror washed over his face as he realized Gordon had already decided for him. He just fucked up his chances in trying to prevent Sam from more pain. .Damnit!
"Wait! Please wait I'll pick…I promise just don't hurt him!"
Gordon smirked obviously liking that he reduced the mighty Dean Winchester to begging.
"Please…" Dean pleaded, as his eyes grew suspiciously wet. This was what he was reduced too. Some sniveling bitch. No, not just some sniveling bitch he has been reduced to Gordon's bitch and Dean could see the way Gordon's eyes lit up and his smile grew leery that he was enjoying every second of it. Which only caused to piss Dean off even more.
"You know what Dean-o I'm a compassionate guy. I know you meant no harm with what you said but hey if you think I'm going to let you off easy your seriously mistaken."
Holding his tongue from getting himself into even more shit, he nodded his head knowingly. "So what do you have in mind?" Dean asked calmly quite proud of himself that he could keep his composure.
Gordon's smirk soon turned to a grin. "Come on up here and do it yourself."
John Winchester trudged his weary body up the front porch steps to Bobby Singers. The hunt wasn't as easy as he might have liked. Even though he teamed up with two other hunters, the hunt was still difficult.
It only enforced in him that he work alone from now on. The hunters were more eager to show off there skills than kill the werewolf. While John likes to gloat every now and then, he certainly learned fast that on a hunt there just wasn't time for that nonsense.
With all the talking and chattering the two did John didn't even realize the werewolf was right behind them and it soon got the upper hand. It flung one into a tree rendering him unconscious, the other it viciously tore at his stomach while the werewolf brutally pushed him off his feet.
A concussion, internal bleeding, and three cracked ribs later the werewolf was finally dead.
John had the daunting task of dropping the two yahoos off at the E.R. And all he wanted to do now was sink into a chair and spend some time with the boys since the hunt took longer than expected.
Opening the door he as surprised at how quiet it was. Everything was just too quiet since there was a 4 and 8 year old inhabiting the place.
Now on full alert he whipped out his .45 and silently crept up the stairs until he got to the rooms the boys normally stayed in.
Pushing the door open, a crack he peered into the room and his jaw dropped.
There on the bed was Bobby Singer and his two boys all passed out sleeping.
Bobby had an arm around both boys obviously making sure neither fell off. Sammy was deeply cuddled into his side and Dean was laying his head in the crook of Bobby's neck.
John almost cried. He hadn't seen his boys sleep so peaceful before. Even though Dean grew out of his constant nightmares Sammy started to have them more frequently and that usually meant no sleep for him or Dean and a grumpy toddler in the morning.
He could clearly see now how much his oldest looked like Mary with the way his hair shined in the sun with specks of gold and how his green eyes usually lit up when he was happy.
Sammy looked more like him in every sense of the word. He had chocolate brown curls and hazel eyes that could quickly be used as a weapon since no one was immune to his puppy dog eyes.
Quietly closing the door, he quickly went downstairs to make himself a cup of coffee and enjoy the silence.
Sam didn't really understand what was going on. It was as if he was floating in a dream only hearing voices but not really hearing enough to make out the conversation.
He knew he heard Dean. That was obvious with the way his older brother's voice rose in crescendo when he was angry. The other voice was just as loud if not holding a tone of mockery too it. There was no questioning that voice. Sam heard it enough to identify it as Gordon's.
Sam tried to figure out what time it was and how long time went by. He remembered the skinwalker and Dean going after it but after that it was a little empty. He figured it was from the head wound he received and the chain that was putting pressure on his sprained wrist. It was the only thing he could think about at the moment. He feared for his big brother knowing what they did to Gordon last time. They pretty much humiliated him and left him tied up in his own filth. Sam snorted weakly at that.
He figured no one heard him or Dean and Gordon weren't top focused on him.
That only fueled his resolve to get them out of here. It was time Sam play the hero for once. Wiggling his uninjured hand a little he tested the strength of the chain and soon realized it was poorly wrapped probably due to the fact that his arm was in a cast and also done in a haste to start whatever it was Gordon was starting.
Though that thought scared him he knew that he could probably slip free if there attention stayed off him. He may have trouble with the other one and might just break that wrist as well but he would try. He had too.
Sweat began to bead on his forehead as he breathed harshly through his nose. The taste of the gag was making his stomach roll but Sam put that all on standby. He can't fail at this. He may have failed to have a normal life, protect Jess, kill the yellow eyed demon, stop Dad from dying and save Dean the grief he so obviously was going through but Sam knew that when it came to protecting his brother that it was a guarantee he'll go down swinging.
Concentrating all his energy he focused on his one wrist and the sound of Dean's voice behind in front of him.
Bobby Singer was not a patient man by virtue.
He hated waiting almost as much as he hated the supernatural. Waiting always meant that something bad was happening. Waiting meant that the longer time goes by the less likely someone will make it out ok. Whether it be a hospital waiting room or waiting on the two idgits to return his call, he knew that something was wrong.
Earlier this morning he received a voice mail from the oldest Winchester stating that Sam was hurt but generally ok and they were going back out in the words to take care of the skinwalker.
Which would have been fine if they would have answered his calls.
Every call he placed went unanswered and un-returned. Only proving his theory that something must have gone wrong.
He was just passing the border between Georgia and Florida when he got a call that would only accentuate his fears.
Whipping his cell out his listened to the calm voice of a friend of his deliver bad news.
"I got that information you wanted about this Gordon Walker character. Seems he's a loner and hunts vampire nest's regularly. Though some hunters marked him as a total quack."
Bobby pressed down harder on the gas pedal at that. He had a feeling that Gordon Walker wasn't all there. After the boy's told him what Gordon attempted and what they did to him Bobby knew that Gordon would probably try to return the favor but Bobby's only realizing now how much of a nut job the guy is.
He killed his sister from what Dean said and Bobby's found out that he's not so popular in the hunting community. Any hunter he talked to told him that they teamed up with Gordon once and would never do it again. Gordon was a con man and easily slid into the calm and collected hunter routine. But after the beer guzzling introduction his demeanor changes to that of a serial killer. He becomes quite literally insane and does anything and everything to achieve a goal no matter who get's hurt.
Bobby feared for the safety of the boy's especially knowing that they left Gordon tied up in his own mess for a few days.
"Thanks Chet that's all I need to know."
"No problem Singer but you know to be careful, right? This guy definitely has some screws loose upstairs."
"I know and thanks for the update on him."
"I hope you find those Winchester boys ok. With the way John use to talk about them all the time they seem like good kids."
Bobby's heart panged at the reminder of the late John Winchester and the way the boys were still grieving over his loss. That only fueled his resolve to find the boys and make sure they were ok. "Me too Chet, me too. I'll give ya an update when I find them. Bye."
Closing his cell phone he quickly slid into hunter mode as his mind came up with evil ways to hurt Gordon Walker. He may be a softy some times but no one hurts his family. And the boys were considered family in his eyes.
Holy Crap did this take long to write lol. Every time I tried, it always turned out wrong and I just would delete it all. Finally I got this done, you guys have no idea how frustrating this was lol. Reviews are appreciated. Thanx Charity