Hello all!! Okay, I'm going to apologize in advance for the God-awful cliffhanger I'm leaving you with. My computer had been acting up recently so its going to be repaired this weekend but I don't have my story folder saved on my roommates computer or my parents so I'm kinda screwed out of writing for a few days. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and I promise to update as soon as possible!! :D


"Time to wake up, Sammy." There was a sharp jerk on his injured shoulder and Sam gasped into consciousness, gritting his teeth painfully. He could feel a hot trickle of blood begin to ooze into the stiffened bandana that clung to his raw wound. The world swayed sickeningly around him and a convulsive shiver raced up his spine, a layer of goosebumps popping up on his skin. Gordon appeared in his line of vision and smiled darkly, stepping to the side and glancing to the front of the building. "Our guest of honor just arrived."

Sam blinked slowly, trying desperately to clear his eyes of the sparkling dots that seemed to burst on the corners of his vision. He was shivering violently; he didn't know why considering the thin layer of sweat that had broken out across his forehead within the past few hours. He could faintly hear the rumble of a truck somewhere outside but it sounded like the noise was being filtered through several layers of cotton. Sam wanted nothing more than to fall back into the deep depths of oblivion but the hand digging painfully into the wound on his should was forcing him to stay in agonizing consciousness.

Gordon glanced back at him and smirked same devilish smile he'd given him earlier. "Show time."

OOOOO

Dean was out of the truck before it had even come to a complete stop. His fingers brushed over the smooth metal of the gun he had clenched in his hand and he slammed the door shut behind him. The building was large, looming ominously in the darkness, its tall walls creeping and distorting with black shadows. The road outside was empty, one lone streetlight illuminating the gravel parking lot. A cool breeze whistled across the empty lot, rattling the chains on the door that stood in the front of the building. Right now, even that door was his enemy because it meant Sammy was somewhere behind it. Bobby had disappeared behind the side of the building, another gun tucked into his pocket. Bullets weren't their only course of action but it would work long enough for him to get in, get Sam, and get out. Dean planned to dismember Gordon very slowly so he was more than willing to come back and finish the job.

Dean pressed his back against the wall, gripping his gun tightly as he fished through his pocket for his lock picking tools. To his surprise, however, the padlock holding the chains together was open, hanging limply from the rusted links like an ornament. Dean swatted the open lock away from the chains and dropped it to the ground, kicking it away as he began to unwind the heavy chains. They tumbled to the ground it a heap, the clink of metal loud and obnoxious in his ears. He could smell blood, Sam's blood, and that only increased his agitation. Finally, the last of the chains were pulled from the door and Dean gripped the handle, jerking it open in one smooth motion.

At first he didn't see anything, the dim lights in the building making him squint into the darkness. The room was large and empty, high windows peering in through the walls near the ceiling. It felt like a prison yard. A sharp metallic scent nearly overwhelmed him, the smell of dried and fresh blood causing his own blood to boil. He stepped into the darkness, completely absorbed in his task of finding Sam.

There was a soft click somewhere inside the room and an overhead light flickered on, illuminating one area in the center. Dean felt his heart sink. Tied to a chair, an alarming amount of blood oozing from his shoulder and freckling his pale face, sat Sam. His little brother's head hung forward limply, his breathing coming out in short, shallow pants. He looked up as the light came on, squeezing his eyes shut tightly against the glare. "Oh God…Sammy…"

A flash of movement off to the side caught his eye for a split second and suddenly Gordon was there, standing next to Sam with one hand resting against his bleeding shoulder. From the look on Sam's face, the touch was anything but gentle. "Hello Dean." He greeted casually, a cold smile falling across his lips.

In a flash, Dean had the gun pointed at the former hunter, his eyes narrowing murderously. "Get the fuck away from my brother." He growled, the cocking of the gun echoing in the empty room.

Gordon's demeanor never changed and he continued to smile easily. "Sorry Dean, but you and I both know that this," He pointed to Sam who was barely holding onto consciousness and looked back at Dean. "Is not your brother anymore. He's a demon, a monster; nothing more."

Dean scoffed in disbelief and stepped closer. "You're one to talk, fangy." He leveled the gun at Gordon's chest and glared. "I'm not going to tell you again. Get. The. Fuck. Away. From. My. Brother."

The former hunter laughed quietly and stepped away from the chair, peering up at the ceiling as if the answers were somehow written up there. "See, now this is where we have a problem." He turned to Dean and opened his arms, showing that he had no weapons on him. "You found Sam; good for you. But I'm afraid I can't let you take him away alive. The only way your "brother" is leaving this room is in a body bag."

"I'll put a bullet between your eyes before I let you touch him again." Dean snarled, the gun moving up slightly to make his point.

Gordon stopped and looked down the barrel. "Oh don't worry, Dean. I'm not going to be the one the kill him. You are."

The younger man blinked for a second, taken aback by the explanation. "Yeah, good luck with that."

Gordon shrugged carelessly and walked over to the chair. "I'm giving you one last chance to redeem yourself here, Dean. Be a hunter, kill the demon the way you're supposed to." He gripped a handful of Sam's hair and jerked his head up, a soft groan escaping the younger man's mouth. "This may look like Sam, and you want it to be Sam, but you know deep down that its not. The person sitting in this chair is a demon, an abomination to the world." He straightened his posture, glaring darkly at Dean. "This is your last chance, Dean. Either you kill Sam, take his life in order to prove yourself and possibly save his soul from the same damnation you suffered, or I will."

Dean's gun faltered for a split second, his eyes widening a little. "You can't be serious…"

"I'm more serious than I've ever been." Gordon assured, gripping Sam by the throat hard enough to make him cough weakly. "I'm faster than you, Dean. If you hesitate any longer, I'll rip his throat out myself and let you watch as he bleeds out right in front of you."

The younger man shook his head slightly, his hand trembling a little. It was a lose-lose situation; no matter what he ended up decided, Sam was going to die. He was going to lose him again and this time for good. The thought was more than he could bare, now that he had found him again. He was supposed to protect Sammy no matter what, he'd promised their father that he would. So what if protecting him meant killing him before someone else could? He never wanted to be put in the position even though he had been aware of the possibility. He just hoped it would never come. He was going to have to kill his baby brother… His hands shook and Gordon's grip tightened. "Choose Dean." Gordon growled, his voice echoing low and dangerous across the room. "Because I'm about to choose for you."

Sam blinked wearily as the conversation wore on, his eyes locking briefly on the form of his brother. "Dean…" He breathed; the name felt like the most important thing in the world for him. He couldn't be sure if it was a dream or not but now it didn't matter; even if it were a cruel hallucination, if Dean was the last thing Sam ever saw he could die happy. There was another jerk against his injured body and he winced, squeezing his eyes closed again.

Dean glared savagely at the vampire, wanting nothing more than to rip him limb from limb. But if he shot Gordon right now, the rebound would be instantaneous and Sam's life would be over before he could blink. There was no other option. The air felt heavy, a brick of lead forming in his chest as he raised his gun once more. "God…I'm so sorry Sammy…." He whispered brokenly, tears prickling in the backs of his eyes. He only had one shot at this, only one chance to make it as painless as possible. If he missed…he couldn't even think about if he missed. Taking a slow, shaky breath, his finger pressing nervously against the trigger, Dean aimed his gun directly at his baby brother and fired.


Whahaha!! Keeps you on the edge of your seat, huh?? *runs like hell from angry readers* I'm sorry!! I'll update soon, I swear!! :D