"Gordon?" Chris and Sam said at the same time.
Sam turned to Chris, "wait you know him?"
"Sadly, yes," Chris answered moving in front of Sam, arms outstretched to block anything dangerous (like the firing of guns) happen between the two (though, Sam was just a little (lot) more built than Chris (seeing that Chris is a girl and Sam is a guy), so it didn't really help. "I pretty sure I know why he's here too," Chris said, "You're not going to have him, Gordy, so just leave," she said with a little bit of tension in her voice.
"Sorry Christina, but I cannot do that."
"It's Chris, and if you can't do that, could you at least call out your little friends."
"How did you know?" Gordon asked.
"I always know, besides, the twig broke over there," she motioned to her right, "and you're right in front of us."
"Fine. Come on out guys," Gordon said. About a dozen men came out of the tangled thickets. Chris noted that they surrounded Sam and herself, and that they were SWAT and FBI.
"Called the cops on us, huh Gordy?"
"Yes, any last words?" Gordon asked stepping forward, ready to shoot Sam and anyone else who stood in the way.
"Can I have a moment to day goodbye to Sam?" Chris asked acting all innocent.
"Two minutes."
Chris turned around to Sam. "Okay, here's the plan," she slipped something in his hand, but made it look like she was just reaching to hold his hand, "I'm going to act right now, but you must listen closely to what I say. I just slipped my iPod shuffle into your hand. When I say go, push play, put in down in front of the fountain and hide yourself under a bench. I'll dive for Gordon, and when I come back, roll yourself out from under the bench and stand behind me," she pretended to tear up and cry against Sam's shoulder, he pulled her close and pretended to smell her hair for the last time, "got it," he whispered. Right now he didn't want to argue about why Chris got the better side of the deal, but at least having a plan better than nothing.
"Go," she whispered.
Sam pushed play, set down the iPod shuffle, and dove under a bench. Chris rushed like a blur of air at Gordon and tackled him back into the undergrowth of the garden. Chris's prerecorded voice sprouted from the iPod.
"Do NOT move, please, just wait for me to explain this, before you do anything irrational that you'll probably regret it in the matter of time it takes for you to blink."
The SWAT and FBI teams hesitated, the track ended as another one started, and Chris hadn't come back yet. Only Avril Lavigne's voice broke the silence.
"Your not alone
Together we stand
I'll be by your side you know I'll take your hand
When it gets cold
And it feels like the end
There's no place to go you know I won't give in."
Bushes rustled, the teams turned to the sound and unlatched the safety on their guns.
"Don't shoot, it's just me and dumbass here," Chris said pushing though the plants, holding Gordon so that he couldn't away.
She pushed Gordon off to one of the men standing around, picked up and turned off her iPod, and stood in front of Sam as he emerged from under the bench.
The guns were pointed at both Sam and Chris, but also at Gordon.
"Aw, don't tell me you're still gonna shoot me." Chris said.
"Well, don't try to shoot me," Gordon said to those whose gun was pointed at him, "I didn't lie to you."
"And I did?" Chris asked, no one answered, "Well, say something already."
"Gordon said that Sam Winchester was a monster and that we should eliminate him before he does anything," one of the FBI people said.
"The only monsters here are the ones who are about to kill a couple of innocent people who have done absolutely nothing, but try to save the world. Unlike Gordy over there who have killed, probably hundreds of people who stood in his way, without a single thought or regret."
"Well, what are you waiting for," yelled Gordon, "she's lying, shoot them."
"You do, and you'll regret every inch of it." Chris said crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"I'm sorry ma'am-," the FBI agent started.
"But you need to follow orders right? Screw them. If you kill him, you'll have to get through me, if you manage to kill him and not me, I will make sure that every single person on this planet will die too. I am capable of that, now you can live with the guilt of killing two innocents, the guilt of the death of everyone on this planet, or you can go away and never bother us again and live the no guilt whatsoever."
"Say your goodbyes please," he said, raising the gun.
"In life or in death, I will make you pay for this. Forever etched in your mind will be the scene of which you killed the two most innocent people in the world. And always you will remember the love between the two that will go down in history everlastingly never dying until they rise again from the dead, then will be the time you'll most regret every mistake in your life. May you die a thousand deaths before your life ends," Chris said with a faraway look in her beautiful violet eyes, "and may you all lose the most precious thing you own over and over again. May you ceaselessly remember this speech until it torments you inside out, until it rips you apart and threatens to blow you into a million pieces each one stepped upon and thought about as nothing more than a speck upon which all sin resides. May that bullet that kills the both of us be the oath that this will happen upon."
The agent lowered his gun as Chris's eyes returned to normal and snapped back into the reality of the world, "No wonder you're not dead yet, no one wants to kill your insightfulness," he reached into his pocket and pulled out a card, giving it to Chris, "call me if you ever need any help." He and the rest of the people walked away, dragging Gordon back off to jail.
Chris turned to Sam to find him looking at her questioningly, "Monster, oath, what?"
"Before your dad died, he also told me that someday you're going to become some kind of monster. Unless someone saved you from yourself when you turned, with only killing as a last resort. Oh and that oath thing wasn't really anything, I came up with it split second."
"Wait, so you've been hiding this from me all this time?" he said sounding kind of angry that she hadn't said anything all the time they'd known each other.
"Yeah, I'm sorry. Don't give me that face, Sam. I don't remember you ever saying that we have to tell each other every single secret we have."
"But… why do you have to keep so many secrets from me?"
"Because, I feel like if I tell someone all my secrets they'll either turn against me, never trust me again, or ignore for the rest of their lives. I feel like I have to know something that only I know so that I have something to hold on to when my life seems to spin out of control. I know, it's crazy, but that's just how I am."
Sam took her into his arms and brushed away something on her cheek, that was when she realized that she was crying. At least she wasn't wearing any makeup so she wouldn't have to deal with the smudging the crying would more than likely make.
Suddenly Chris's phone rang, she wiped her tears, stepped off to the side and answered her phone. The color almost drained from her face as she heard who was on the other line.
"Mom, it's not what you-," Sam heard her say.
Chris cringed and held the phone slightly away from her ear; Sam could hear the person on the other line clearly. "Christina," a high pitched voice screeched, "you listen to me missy, I just heard from your sisters that you just ran out of your best friend's wedding party with a man, now he better not be the reason you've been gone for so long, and you better bring him over here to met me or else I'm never consenting to your marriage and you know that I can find a way to ban marriages in the world for a few years so he better be able to treat you right. Oh, and you better get back into that boarding school near Stanford, I can't keep trying to get them to save your spot there any longer."
"Sure," she said giving the word a nice southern drawl to it.
"Christina, you know I hate it when you do that. I have to go, I love you," the other line clicked off.
"I hate you too, mother," Chris thought as she closed her flip phone, "C'mon," she said to Sam, "we have to say goodbye to the bride and the groom."
They walked back into the reception, said goodbye to the bride and the groom, and changed back into their street clothes before getting into Chris's black Ford truck.
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