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The Sabrina Moore Chronicles Chapter 9 Hunted
PSYCHIATRIST'S OFFICE - DAY
Dr. George Waxler, M.D., according to the business card on the table, was sitting across from his patient, Scott Carey. A tape recorder sat on the table between them.
"Don't be afraid, Scott. You can tell me anything, you know that. Whatever you say won't leave this room."
"It started a little over a year ago. Migraines at first. Then I found I could do . . . stuff." Scott said.
"What do you mean, "do stuff"?"
"I have this ability. When I touch something, I can electrocute it if I want."
"How do you know?"
"I did it to the neighbor's cat. Its insides fried up like a hamburger." Dr. Waxler frowned and took a note, his face passive. "You don't believe me."
"I believe that you believe it." Scott leaned forward, extending his hand.
"Then here. Wanna shake on it?"
"Why would you want to kill the neighbor's cat?"
"I don't. He wants me to, and he doesn't want me to stop there."
"Who?"
"The yellow-eyed man. He comes to me in my dreams. Tells me to do things, awful things. But I tell him no, no, I don't want to!"
"What else does the yellow-eyed man tell you?"
"He . . . he has plans for me."
"What kind of plans?"
PARKING LOT - NIGHT
Scott was walking alone under a dark and creepy train track. He heard something.
"Hello?" As he got to his car, he saw a dark figure reflected in the window. Scott turned slowly and saw that it's a man holding a knife. The man stabbed Scott twice, killing him. Blood flew from his mouth.
LAKESIDE - DAY
The Impala was parked under a tree, and Sam and Dean were drinking beer by the fence around a small lake. Sabrina was sitting up on the fence.
"Before Dad died he, he told me something — something about you." Dean said.
"What? Dean, what did he tell you?"
"He said that he wanted me to watch out for you, to take care of you."
"He told you that a million times."
"No, this time was different. He said that I had to save you."
"Save me from what?"
"He just said that I had to save you, that nothing else mattered; and that if I couldn't, I'd . . ."
"You'd what, Dean?"
"That I'd have to kill you. He said that I might have to kill you, Sammy."
"Kill me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know."
"I mean, he must have had some kind of reason for saying it, right? Did he know the demon's plans for me? Am I supposed to go Darkside or something? What else did he say, Dean?"
"Nothing, that's it, I swear."
"How could you not have told me this?"
"Because it was Dad, and he begged me not to."
"Who cares?! Take some responsibility for yourself, Dean! You had no right to keep this from me!"
"You think I wanted this? Huh? I wish to God he'd never opened his mouth. Then I wouldn't have to walk around with this screaming in my head all day." Sam turned and took a few steps away, fuming.
"We've just got to figure out what's going on, then, what the hell all this means."
"We do? I've been thinking about this, I think we should just lay low. You know? At least for a while. It'd be safer. And that way I can make sure —"
"What? That I don't turn evil? That I don't turn into some kind of killer?"
"I never said that."
"Jeez, if you're not careful you will have to waste me one day, Dean."
"I never said that! Damnit, Sam, this whole thing is spinning out of control. All right? You're immune to some weirdo demon virus, and I don't even know what the hell anymore. And you're pissed at me, I get it. That's fine, I deserve it. But we lay low until we figure out our next move, okay?"
"Forget it."
"Sam, please, man. Hey, please. Just give me some time. Give me some time to think, okay? I'm begging you here, please. Please." Sam nodded reluctantly.
VELVET INN MOTEL - NIGHT
Sam left a motel room alone, a bag over his shoulder. He walked quietly past the Impala to a small black car; he opened the door with a coat hanger, looked around, and got in. He drove away.
CABIN - NIGHT
Sam was standing outside a dark house, holding a piece of motel stationary from The Blue Rose Motel, with an address written on it. He approached the house cautiously. He picked the lock and entered; the house was dark. As he passed through the doorway he tripped a wire at floor level, which triggered a grenade. It exploded; he screamed.
BEDROOM - NIGHT
Ava, a young woman woke up from the vision/nightmare, gasping. The man behind her stirred.
"Hey, honey?" He asked.
"Oh".
"You okay?"
"No, I just had another nightmare. It's fine, it's nothing. Just go back to sleep."
"You sure?"
"Yeah." She laid down again, still panting.
ROADHOUSE – NIGHT
Sam entered the Roadhouse, and heads turned. Ellen was behind the bar, and looked up as he approached. She smiled knowingly.
"Sam."
"Hey, Ellen." He grinned sheepishly. "You don't seem that surprised to see me."
"Well, your brother's been calling, worried sick, looking for you."
"Yeah. Figured he might."
"What's going on between you two?"
"So, um, how's Jo?"
"Well, I don't really know."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I haven't seen her in weeks. She sends a postcard now and again."
"Well, what happened?"
"Well, after she worked that job with you boys she decided she wanted to keep on hunting. I said "not under my roof", and she said "fine"."
"So I'm probably the last person you want to see right now." Ellen gave a throaty chuckle.
"Oh, don't get me wrong. I wish I could blame the hell out of you boys. It'd be easier. Truth is, it's not your fault. Sam. None of it is. I want you to know that I forgave your daddy a long time ago for what happened to my Bill. I just don't think he ever forgave himself."
"What did happen?"
"Um, so, why did you come here, sweetie?"
"I need help."
LATER
Ellen and Sam were talking to Ash, who was looking around furtively.
"What am I looking for, Sam?" He asked.
"Other people, other psychics, like me. As many as possible, and I need a nationwide search."
"But I thought there was no way to track them all down. Not all of them had nursery fires like you did." Ellen said.
"Well, no, but some had to. Start there."
LATER
Ash emerged from his back room with a piece of paper in his hand. He gave it a flourish.
"Done, and done."
"That was fast." Sam said.
"Well, apparently, that's my job. Make the monkey dance at the keyboard."
"Just tell us what you got, Ash." Ellen said.
"Four folks fit the profile nationwide. Born in '83, mother died in a nursery fire, the whole shebang."
"Four? That's it?" Sam asked.
"Sam Winchester from Lawrence, Kansas, Max Miller from Saginaw, Michigan, Andrew Gallagher from Guthrie, Oklahoma, and uh, another name. Scott Carey."
"You got an address?"
"Kind of. The Arbor Hill Cemetery in Lafayette, Indiana. Plot four-eighty-six."
"So he's dead?"
"Killed, about a month ago."
"Killed how?"
"Stabbed. Parking lot. Fuzz don't have much, no suspects,"
"All right. Thank you."
As he got up to leave, Ash slapped him on the back; when he was out of eyeshot Ash picked up Sam's half-full beer and started drinking it.
"Where are you going?" Ellen asked.
"Indiana."
"Sam? I've gotta call Dean and Sabrina, I've gotta let them know where you are."
"Ellen. I'm trying to find answers, about who I am. And my brother and Bri mean well, but they can't protect me from that. Please." Ellen nodded reluctantly.
CAREY HOUSE - DAY
Sam was sitting with Scott's father in his living room, talking.
"So you say you went to high school with Scott?"
"Uh, yes sir, I did. I just heard about what happened, I'm so sorry."
"Scotty was a good boy. He changed a lot since you knew him."
"What do you mean?"
"It started about a year ago with these headaches. And then he got depressed, paranoid, nightmares."
"Nightmares? Um, did he ever talk to you about his nightmares? What he saw, or,"
"No, no. He closed up with me. I tried to get him help, but nothing took. He'd just lock himself in his room for days."
"You think maybe I could see his room?"
SCOTT'S ROOM - DAY
Sam poked around. The room contained a bare bed with a sleeping bag, some bookshelves covered in books and cassette tapes. On the bedside table he saw several bottles of pills, prescribed by Dr. George Waxler. Sam looked behind him, then pocketed one bottle. He opened Scott's closet and shoved aside the clothes to reveal a collage of yellow eyes cut out of photos or magazines, glued to the wall. He stared.
BLUE ROSE MOTEL - NIGHT
Sam walked across the parking lot. As he got to the door he sensed he was being followed; he turned and grabbed the figure behind him, shoving her against the wall. It was Ava.
"Who are you?"
"Please! You're in danger. "
Ava was pacing, talking somewhat frantically.
"Okay, look, I know how all this sounds, but I am not insane and I am not on drugs. Okay? I am normal, and this is way, way off the map for me."
"All right, all right, just, just calm down. Okay? What's your name?"
"Ava."
"Ava?"
"Ava Wilson."
"Ava, I'm Sam Winchester, all right? Now, you were telling me about these dreams of yours?"
"Uh, yeah, uh, okay, about a year ago I started having these, like, headaches, and just, nightmares, I guess. And I really didn't think much of it until I had this one dream where I saw this guy get stabbed in a parking lot."
"When was this?"
"Uh, about a month ago. But, anyway, a couple of days later, I found this." She pulled out a newspaper clipping and hands it to Sam; it read: "LOCAL MAN STABBED TO DEATH IN PARKING LOT" next to a picture of Scott Carey. Sam took the clipping. "I saw this guy die, days before it happened. I don't know why, I don't know, it's just for some reason, my dreams are coming true. And last night I had another one."
"Okay."
"About you. I saw you die."
"How did you find me?" Sam asked.
Oh, uh, you had motel stationary, and I Googled the motel, and it was real, and so I just thought that I should warn you."
"I don't believe this."
"Oh, oh, of course you don't. You think I'm a total nutjob."
"Wait, no, no, no, I mean, you must be one of us."
"Sorry, one of, one of who?"
"One of the Psychics. Like me. Look, Ava, I have visions too, all right? So we're connected." Ava laughed.
"Okay, so, you're nuts. That's great."
"Okay, okay, look. Did your mother happen to die in a house fire?"
"No, my mother lives in Palm Beach!"
"So you don't fit the pattern either." Ava frowned at him in confusion.
BLACKTOP - NIGHT
Dean as driving, Sabrina in the passenger's seat, his cell phone rang. He picked up.
"Hello?"
"It's Ellen." Ellen said.
"Hey, have you heard from Sam?" Sabrina looked over.
"I have, but he made me promise not to tell you where he is."
"Come on, Ellen, please. Something bad could be going on here, and I swore I'd look after that kid."
"Now Dean, they say you can't protect your loved ones forever." There was a pause. "Well, I say screw that. What else is family for? He's in Lafayette, Indiana."
"Thanks." He hung up and Sabrina looked at him. "Lafayette, Indiana."
"What are you waiting for? Step on it."
BLUE ROSE MOTEL - NIGHT
"Why can't you just leave town? Please? Before you blow up?" Ava asked.
"No, I can't."
"Oh, god. Why not?"
"Because there's something going on here, Ava. With you, with me. I mean, there are others like us out there. And we're all a part of something, and I've got to figure out what."
"Okay. you know what? Screw you, buddy. Okay? Because I'm a secretary from Peoria and I'm not part of anything! Okay? Do you see this?" She fingers her engagement ring. "I am getting married in eight weeks. I am supposed to be at home addressing invitations, which I am way behind on, by the way. But instead, I drove out here to save your weirdo ass. But if you just want to stay here and die, fine. Me? I'm due back on Planet Earth."
"Don't you want to know why this is happening? I mean, don't these visions scare the hell out of you? Because if you walk out that door right now you might never know the truth. I need your help."
DR. WAXLER'S OFFICE - DAY
Ava was sitting in Waxler's office in a therapy session, to cover for Sam's mission of covert theft.
"So, Ms. Wilson, you're new in town."
"That's right."
"And what made you decided to seek out therapy?"
"I have no idea."
"No?"
"No. I mean, I'm feeling really super anxious right now,"
"Okay, anything else?"
"Um . . ." She saw Sam inching by on the window ledge outside. "Holy crap!"
"What?" He turned to the window as a few pigeons fly off.
"I just remembered, when I was a kid, I swallowed like, eight things of pop rocks and then drank a whole can of coke, you don't think that that counts as a suicide attempt, do you?"
BLUE ROSE MOTEL - DAY
Ava and Sam returned to the motel room with Scott's files. Ava looked stunned.
"Are you okay?" Sam asked.
"Am I okay?"
"Yeah."
"I just helped you steal some dead guy's confidential psych files. I'm awesome!"
LATER
The voice recorder from Scott's session was sitting on the table, next to an open file folder. A record from the therapy session was playing.
"It started a little over a year ago. Migraines, at first. Then I found I could do . . . stuff."
"What do you mean, do stuff?"
"I have this ability. When I touch something, I can electrocute it if I want."
BLUE ROSE MOTEL - DAY
Dean pulled into the parking lot in the Impala; when he saw Sam through the window of his room he sighed in relief.
"Oh, thank god you're okay." Sam moved aside, revealing Ava through the window. Dean smiled. "Oh, you're better than okay. Sam, you sly dog!"
"Why do you assume they're hooking up?" Sabrina asked.
"What else would she be doing there?" Sabrina shrugged.
BLUE ROSE MOTEL - DAY
The recording continued; Sam was leaning over the table, looking more concerned.
"What else does the yellow-eyed man say?"
"He has plans for me. He says there's a war coming. That people like me, we're going to be the soldiers. Everything's about to change." The recording ended.
"He's not talking about us, right?" Ava asked.
"Yeah, I think he is."
"But how can we turn into that?"
"I don't –" The window above Sam's head shattered as it was hit with a bullet. He dived to the floor with Ava, shielding her body with his. "Get down!"
"Oh my god!" Across the street, Gordon was on a rooftop with a sniper rifle; he continued to take aim and fire at the motel room. "What's happening?"
"I don't know."
OUTSIDE MOTEL - DAY
As Gordon was about to take another head-shot at Sam, Dean jumped him from behind.
"Gordon!" Dean kicked Gordon hard, and then pinned him down on his back, hitting him over and over again in the face. He grabbed him by the collar. "You do that to my brother, I'll kill you!"
"Dean, wait." Gordon managed to grab the rifle and slam it into Dean twice, knocking him out. He stood over Dean, panting and gushing blood from his lip. Sabrina walked over. "I don't want to have to knock you out too." Gordon said.
"No you don't." She said.
Let me at him.
"I'm trusting you, Aya." Sabrina let out a breath and with a gulp she closed her eyes. Gordon looked at her confused. Suddenly her composure changed and she opened her purple eyes.
"What the?" Gordon leaned forward to see her eyes. Aya smirked.
"You wanna put that away?" She looked at his gun. "Not that I can't handle it." Gordon glared. Aya raised her hand and pushed Gordon to the ground.
"You're a-!" She walked over.
"What else would I be?" He glared up at her. Suddenly he flung a flask of holy water at her. She gasped and held her arm. He kicked her legs out from under her. "Ugh! Man I'm outta practice. This is what you get for not letting me out more often." She said to Sabrina. Suddenly Gordon put something against her forehead and she couldn't move. "You're kidding me!" She growled through her teeth glaring up at the sticker. He quickly turned her over and tied her hands using rope that had a ribbon with a devil's trap on it woven into it.
"Made it myself." He said.
"It's lovely." She growled.
MOTEL ROOF - DAY
Ava and Sam investigated the roof from which Gordon was shooting at them.
"Wait, I don't understand. Shouldn't we be talking to the cops?" ava asked.
"Trust me, that wouldn't do us much good." Sam said picking up a shell. "These are .223 caliber. Subsonic rounds, the guy must have put a suppressor on the rifle."
"Dude, who are you?"
"Oh. I just, uh, I just watch a lot of TJ Hooker." He pulled out his cell phone.
"Who are you calling?"
"My brother and a friend. I think we definitely need help."
CABIN - DAY
Dean was tied to a chair, Aya was standing in a devil's trap and Gordon was holding the phone to Dean's ear.
"Hello?" Dean asked.
"Dean!" Sam said.
"Sam, we've been looking for you."
"Yeah. Look, I'm in Indiana, uh Lafayette."
"I know."
"You do?"
"Yeah, I talked to Ellen. Just got here ourselves. It's a real funky town. You ditched us, Sammy."
"Yeah, I'm sorry. Look, right now there's someone after me."
"What? Who?"
"I don't know; that's what we need to find out. Where are you?"
"We're staying at, uh, 5637 Monroe St., why don't you meet us here?"
"Yeah. Sure." Sam said and hung up.
"Now, was that so hard?" Gordon asked.
"Bite me."
MOTEL ROOF - DAY
Sam was putting his phone away, looking worried.
"What is it?" Ava asked.
"My brother and my friends're in trouble."
"What?"
"My brother gave me a codeword. Someone's got a gun on him."
"Codeword?"
"Yeah. Funkytown." There was a short pause. "Well, he thought of it. It's kind of a . . .long story, I, come on."
CABIN - DAY
Gordon had his back to Dean; he opened a canvas bag and started pulling out weapons.
"So Gordy. I know me, Sabrina and Sam ain't exactly your favorite people, but don't you think this is a little extreme?" Dean asked.
"What, you think this is revenge?"
"Well, we did leave you tied up in your own mess for three days." Dean laughed. "Which was awesome. Sorry, I shouldn't laugh."
"Yeah. I was definitely planning on whuppin' your ass for that."
"Mm-hmm."
"But that's not what this is. This isn't personal. I'm not a killer, Dean. I'm a hunter. And your brother's fair game." He slammed a knife into its sheath. "And now that I know Sabrina's possessed she is too. Don't worry though I'll get that demon out." Dean had a shocked face.
"You do that and she'll die!"
"Better than being possessed." Dean glared.
STREET - DAY
Sam and Ava approached her blue VW beetle.
"I don't think I should leave." She said.
"I want you out of harm's way, Ava."
"What about you?"
"Harm's way doesn't really bother me."
"No, but you are walking right into my vision. I mean, this is how you die."
"Doesn't matter. It's my brother."
"Maybe I could help!"
"You've done all you can. Just, just go back to your fiancé."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. Go home, Ava. You'll be safe there." Ava got into the car.
"Well, just, promise me you'll call, then. I mean, when you get your brother, just to let me know that everything's all right."
"I promise."
CABIN - DAY
Gordon was leaning against a pillar, cradling a rifle and speaking casually.
"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, you got the right tools.
"And what happened to the girl it was possessing?"
"She didn't make it." Dean shook his head.
"Well, you're a son of a bitch." Gordon stared, stood and slapped him.
"That's my momma you're talking about." There was a pause. "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?" Dean glared. "But you know the biggest kick in the ass? This demon said I knew one of them. Our very own Sammy Winchester." Dean chuckled.
"Oh, this is a whole new level of moronic, even for you."
"Yeah? Come on, Dean. I know. About Sam's visions. I know everything."
"Really? Because a demon told you?" Dean laughed. "Yeah, and it wasn't lying."
"Hey, Dean. I'm not some reckless yahoo, okay? I did my homework. Made damn sure it was true. Look, you've got your Roadhouse connections, I got mine. It's how I found Sammy in the first place." He crossed to the corner and sat. "About a month ago I found another one of these freaks here in town. He could deep-fry a person just by touching them."
"Yeah, did he kill anyone?"
"Well, besides Mr. Tinkles the cat? No. But he was working up to it. They're all going to be killers, Dean. We've got to take them all out. And that means Sammy too." He cocked the rifle.
"You think Sam's stupid enough to walk through that front door?"
"No, I don't. Especially since I'm sure you found a way to warn him. Ha. You really think I'm that stupid?" Dean raised his eyebrows meaningfully; Gordon stood and started pacing. "No. Sammy's going to scope the place, see me covering the front door, so he's going to take the back. And when he does he'll hit the tripwire. Then," He took a grenade from his bag. "Boom."
"Sam's not gonna fall for a friggin' tripwire."
"Maybe you're right. That's why I'll have a second one." There was a pause. "Hey, look. I'm sorry. I wish I didn't have to do this, I really do. But for what it's worth, it'll be quick." He looked at Aya who was sitting the middle of the Devil's trap, crisscross, eyes closed. "Her though… I gotta get more information about what's coming."
"Don't you touch her!"
"Dean, she's not Sabrina anymore."
"I swear to god if you touch her-"
"What are you gunna do? She's a demon!"
"You're gunna kill her!"
"And if I don't more people might die!" Dean glared.
"A-Aya can't you do something?!"
"Look where I am kid." She growled. "I couldn't even if I wanted to."
"You're supposed to protect her…"
"When I can." She opened her eyes to look at him. She let out a breath. "I'm sorry."
CABIN - NIGHT
Gordon was setting up the tripwire across the back doorway; he returned to the room where Dean was tied up and straddled a chair.
"Come on, man. I know Sam, better than anyone. He's got more of a conscience than I do, I mean, the guy feels guilty surfing the internet for porn."
"Maybe you're right. But one day he's going to be a monster."
"How? Huh? How's a guy like Sam become a monster?"
"Beats me. But he will. I mean he was traveling with a demon."
"No, you don't know that!"
"I'm surprised at you, Dean. Getting all emotional. I'd heard you were more of a professional than this. Look, let's say you were cruising around in that car of yours and, uh, you had Little Hitler riding shotgun, right? Back when he was just some goofy, crappy artist. But you knew what he was going to turn into someday. You'd take him out, no questions, am I right?"
"That's not Sam."
"Yes it is. You just can't see it yet. Dean, it's his destiny. Look, I'm sympathetic. He's your brother, you love the guy. This has got to hurt like hell for you." He reached into his bag and pulled out a scarf, before standing. "But here's the thing." He gagged Dean with the scarf. "It would wreck him. But your dad? If it really came right down to it, he would have had the stones to do the right thing here. But you're telling me you're not the man he is?" Dean glared furiously.
CABIN - NIGHT
Just like Ava's vision Sam approached the cabin, holding up the sheet of motel stationery. He saw Dean, and Gordon, through the boarded-up window. He went to go around back but saw Sabrina tied to a chair, bloodied, beaten and cut up. Her head was hanging down and she wasn't moving. He felt anger course through him then ran around back. He tried the door and found it locked; he pulled out his lock-pick and worked it open.
CABIN - NIGHT
The clicked from the door can be heard in the front room; Dean looked around wildly.
"You hear him?" Gordon asked. In the back room, Sam got the door open and crept in. "Here he comes." Dean flinched helplessly as the first grenade exploded. He screamed at Gordon. "Hold on. Not yet. Just wait and see." As the second grenade went off, Dean struggled violently, choke-sobbing through the gag. Gordon crossed the room and stopped beside him. "Sorry, Dean."
He went into the back room, rifle ready. He saw Sam's smoking boots on the ground, just like in the vision; he smiled but was still wary. As he turned away from the back door, Sam rose a gun to the back of Gordon's head and cocked it.
"Drop the gun." He said low, in warning.
"Shouldn't take your shoes off around here. You might get tetanus."
"Put it down now!" Sam shouted. In the front room, Dean turned, hearing Sam's voice, and grunted in relief. Out back, Gordon slowly lowered the rifle to the floor.
"You wouldn't shoot me, would you, Sammy? Because your brother, he thinks you're some kind of saint."
"Yeah? Well, I saw what you did to Sabrina and I wouldn't be so sure."
"See, that's what I said." He turned quickly, knocking the gun out of Sam's hand and attacking him methodically until he went down. In the front room, Dean heard the scuffle and struggled against the ropes. Out back, Gordon slowly approached Sam, who was flat on his back, coughing. Gordon pulled out his knife. "You're no better than the filthy things you hunt. Including that demon girl." As Gordon raised the knife, Sam lashed out, flipping Gordon over. He punched him twice, then grabbed the rifle and pointed it at his head. "Do it. Do it! Show your brother the killer you really are, Sammy." Sam hesitated, then slammed the butt of the rifle into Gordon's head, knocking him out.
"It's Sam." He said fuming.
CABIN (FRONT ROOM) - NIGHT
Sam shuffled exhaustedly into the room where Dean was tied up; Dean struggled and grunted as he watched Sam approach. Sam clapped him on the shoulder as he kneeled beside him, untying the ropes. Dean pulled off his own gag frantically, then pulled Sam up to standing. He cupped his hand around Sam's neck, staring at him, and Sam clapped a hand to Dean's shoulder. Dean pushed away and began to stagger towards Sabrina.
"Sabrina? Aya? Sabrina!" He got over to her and fell to his knees in front of her. He lifted her head. "Come on Princess, wake up." She opened her eyes weakly. He looked into her purple eyes.
"Her… body's too…weak." She said softly. Dean got up and started staggering to the back room.
"That son of a . . ."
"Dean. No." Sam said.
"I let him live once, I'm not making the same mistake twice."
"Trust me. Gordon's taken care of. Come on." He reached out and fisted Dean's jacket, pulling him towards the front door. He pushed him forward. "Go to the car I'll get her." Dean left reluctantly and Sam went over to Aya.
"Hey Sammy." She said weakly as he undid her bonds. "M-My hero. I'll have to thank you lat-" She coughed up some blood.
"Don't talk." He said. He threw the rope to the floor and picked her up out of the chair. He put his arm under her legs and carried her out of the cabin.
Sam and Dean walked down the steps from the cabin and away from it; moments later Gordon emerged, a gun in each hand, and began firing. They ducked and ran for cover.
"Come on! You call this taken care of?" Dean asked. They dived into a ditch by the side of the road and huddle, watching him approach. "What the hell are we doing?"
"Just trust me on this, all right?" Sam asked putting Aya down. As Gordon approached, three police cars, sirens blaring, pulled into the clearing and surround Gordon. Cops emerged, weapons ready.
"Drop your weapons, get down on your knees!"
"Do it, now!" Sam and Dean grinned at each other as Gordon dropped to his knees. "Put your hands on your head. Easy now." The cop cuffs Gordon and patted him down, then led him to a squad car. Another opened the back door of Gordon's red car and pulled out the weapons rack.
"Anonymous tip." Sam said.
"You're a fine upstanding citizen, Sam." Dean said.
HARVELLE'S ROADHOUSE - NIGHT
Inside, Ellen was on the phone, talking to Dean and keeping her voice down.
"Gordon Walker was hunting Sam?"
ROAD – NIGHT
"Yeah, he almost killed us both because somebody over there can't keep their friggin' mouth shut."
"And you honestly think that it was me? Or Ash? Or Jo? No way."
"Well, who else knows about Sam? Huh? I mean, you must have been talking to somebody."
"Hey, you can say a lot of things about us. But we are not disloyal. And we're not stupid. We haven't breathed a word of this."
"Gordon said he had Roadhouse connections, Ellen."
"And this roadhouse is full of other hunters. They're all smart. They're good trackers. Each of them with their own patterns and connections. Look, hell, I could name twelve of them right now that are capable of putting this together." She sighed. "I am sorry about what happened, Dean. But I can't control these people. Or what they choose to believe."
Dean was driving; Aya was slouched in the back, awake and looking forward. Sam was talking on his phone.
"Hey, Ava, it's Sam, again. Um, call me when you get this, just want to make sure you got home okay. All right. Bye."
"Everything all right?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, I hope so."
"Well, Gordon should be reaching for the soap for the next few years at least."
"Yeah. If they pin Scott Carey's murder on him. And if he doesn't bust out."
"Dude, you ever take off like that again . . ."
"What? You'll kill me?"
"That is so not funny." Sam laughed.
"All right. All right. So where to next, then?"
"One word: Amsterdam."
"Dean!"
"Come on, man, I hear the coffee shops don't even serve coffee."
"I'm not just gonna ditch the job."
"Screw the job. Screw it, man, I'm sick of the job anyway. I mean, we don't get paid, we don't get thanked. The only thing we get is bad luck."
"Well, come on, dude, you're a hunter. I mean, it's what you were meant to do."
"Oh, I wasn't meant to do anything, I don't believe in that destiny crap."
"You mean you don't believe in my destiny."
"Yeah, whatever."
"Look, Dean, I've tried running before. I mean, I ran all the way to California and look what happened. You can't run from this. And you can't protect me."
"I can try."
"Thanks for that." Sam said quietly. Dean nodded. "Look, Dean, I'm gonna keep hunting. I mean, whatever is coming, I'm taking it head-on; so if you really want to watch my back, then I guess you're gonna have to stick around."
"Bitch."
"Jerk." They both grinned. After a pause, Sam frowned and picked up his phone again.
"You calling that Ava girl again? You sweet on her or something?"
"She's engaged, Dean."
"So? What's the point in saving the world if you can't get a little nookie once in a while, huh?" Sam hung up scowling in thought. "What?"
"Just a feeling. How far is it to Peoria?"
"Not far." Dean said. He looked in the rear view mirror. "How ya doin' back there?"
"Give me about an hour and Sabrina can wake up." Aya said weakly.
"Take all the time you need." Sam said. "Just don't let her wake up in pain."
"I'll do my best." She sighed.
AVA WILSON'S HOUSE - NIGHT
Sam and Dean did their breaking and entering thing, with flashlights. Aya stayed in the car.
"Hello? Is anybody home?" Sam asked. They went into the bedroom to find Ava's fiancé dead, face-up on the bed; his shirt and the sheets were soaked in blood. "Oh my god." Dean ran a finger along the windowsill, staring at the powdery substance collected there.
"Hey. Sulfur. Demon's been here." Sam saw something on the floor and knelt, picking it up. It was Ava's engagement ring.
"Ava…" Sam said shocked.