Do you recall that long ago
We would walk on the sidewalk
Innocent, remember?
All we did was care for each other
But the night was warm, we were bold and young
All around, the wind blows
We would only hold on to let go
…
What will we do when we get old?
Will we walk down the same road?
Will you be there by my side
Standing strong as the waves roll over
Nights are long, longing for you to come home
All around, the wind blows
We would only hold on to let go
….
Blow a kiss, fire a gun
We all need someone to lean on
Blow a kiss, fire a gun
All we need is somebody to lean on
All we need is somebody to lean on
Pentatonix – Lean On (Cover)
Sam stood in front of Dean and I, his eyes full of a mixture of emotions as he watched us. "Tell me."
"He said that he wanted us to watch out for you, to take care of you." Dean told him, my eyes starting to fill up with tears.
"He told you guys that a million times." Sam said, worry covering his features when he saw the tears in my eyes.
"Sam." I muttered, my voice quiet as I pleaded with him. "Just let-"
"No, I want to know, Tori." Sam said, swallowing hard. "Whatever it is, I'm sure I can take it."
I shared a look with Dean, waiting for his approval before I said anything. He let his eyes dart over to the water for a split second before retuning to mine, nodding once.
With a deep breath, I looked back up at Sam, trying to push the words out. "John said- he told us that we had to save you."
"Save me from what?"
"He just said that we had to save you, that nothing else mattered." Dean told him, getting choked up. "And that if we couldn't, we..."
"What?" Sam asked, looking nervously at us.
"We'd have to kill you." Dean said, barely above a whisper. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see Sam's immediate reaction to that. "He said that we might have to kill you, Sammy."
"Kill me?" Sam asked, a stunned look on his face. "What the fuck 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 dark-side or something?" Sam asked desperately. "What else did he say"
"Nothing. That's it, I swear."
"How could you not have told me this?"
"Because it was Dad, and he begged us not to."
"Who cares?!" Sam exclaimed, his anger showing through. "Take some responsibility for yourself! You two had no right to keep this from me!"
"Sam that- that's not fair." I said, shaking my head.
"You think I wanted this? Huh?" Dean asked, getting frustrated. "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 quickly turned on his heel, anger radiating off him in waves. "We've just got to figure out what's going on, then, what the hell all this means."
"We do?" Dean asked. "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 we 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 guys will have to waste me one day." Sam spat, sending a flash of anger run though me.
"Stop it, Sam. We never said that...John did. I mean, you think we'd ever really do that to you?" I asked, taking a few steps towards him. "None of us know what's really going on here, okay? You're mad, I get it. I understand. I would be, too. All Dean and I are asking is that we lay low...just until we figure out what's going on here."
"Sam, please, man. Just give us some time to think." Dean said. "I'm begging you here. Please."
Sam glanced down to the ground, keeping his eyes there as he nodded reluctantly.
MOTEL – NIGHT
The fog settled around me in the darkness, sounds of low growls echoing in the distance as I opened my eyes to an empty parking lot that I stood in the middle of. I felt a shift in the air, like someone was standing over my shoulder, watching me. My eyes scanned the parking lot, finding a pair of deep red ones staring back at me from across the way.
My breath flew out of my mouth as the Hellhound scraped the pavement with it's paw, it's claws digging deep into the ground I took a few cautious steps back, keeping my eyes trained on the black horse-sized wolf as it watched me.
Just as the Hellhound let out another big huff of air, I turned and started running as it raced towards me. I heard it's heavy paws hitting the ground as my heart pounded faster and faster.
There was no way I could outrun this thing. For every few steps I'd made, the Hellhound took a leap towards me, only leaving a small gap of space between us. It wouldn't be long before it was able to reach it's paw out and grab me. I made my way through the thick treeline, pushing branches out of my way as I ran as fast as my feet would carry me.
Even though I didn't want to, I eventually mustered the courage to look behind me. As I did, I saw one of it's huge paw reach out towards me. Just before the paw hit my back, the Hellhound's glowing red eyes turned into a bright yellow, and in my shock, I stumbled to the ground into an open clearing, breathing heavily.
My eyes snapped open to the dimly lit motel room I'd fallen asleep in the night before. I tried to control my erratic breathing, glancing over to my right to see that Dean was still fast asleep. I slowly sat up, pushing some of my hair off my face and neck and up into a ponytail as I got up to get some water.
Another nightmare involving yellow eyes.
I was starting to get increasingly paranoid, fearful that those nightmares meant a lot more than I'd been giving them credit for. I wasn't sure what to believe anymore.
On the way to the refrigerator, I noticed Sam's bed was empty and the bathroom door was cracked open. My heart immediately sank as I thought about what that meant and I quickly turned on the lights to see that all his things were gone.
"Dean!" I called, rushing over to shake him.
"Wha- what?" He slurred, rubbing his eyes.
"Sam." I muttered, watching his eyes snap wide open.
"What about Sam?" Dean asked, immediately alert, sitting up.
"He's...gone." I murmured. Dean shot off the bed, grabbing his keys and heading over to the door. "Dean, where are you going?"
"To get Sam!" He exclaimed.
"Hey, hey, just- just wait. Wait a second." I said, gently grabbing his arm as he reached for the doorknob. "We don't even know where he went."
"Well, I'm gonna find out."
"Let's just think here."
"I am thinking!" Dean exclaimed, looking down to the ground, his voice growing smaller. "Tor, we have to go find him."
"I know." I nodded, locking eyes with Dean for a moment before he made his way outside. I moved over to the side of the bed, collecting some of our things, throwing them into a bag before grabbing my jacket and heading out to the Impala.
CAREY HOUSE – DAY
SPOV
There wasn't much to say about what I'd done the past day or so. Sure it probably wasn't right that I'd left Dean and Tori with no explanation – I just disappeared. Ellen told me they were worried sick, and I knew they would be. But I didn't think they would understand why I needed to do this. Maybe Tori would, but she would tell Dean and he definitely wouldn't get it.
Especially after what they'd told me...what Dad said they'd have to do – that they'd have to kill me. I know that would never happen, not if they had anything to say about it. But the fact that it was even said, it just knocked the wind out of me.
And now I just needed space, time to myself to figure things out. I needed to find out who I really was, what these visions meant, how many other people out there were like me. I just had to try and understand it all. And if that meant going it alone, then that was what I'd do.
Ash had found three other people, which was definitely less than I was expecting. Considering I already knew two of them, the information was a little underwhelming. The one person I hadn't known, maybe the one that I could get some more information from, Scott Carey, had gotten killed about a month ago – stabbed to death in a parking lot in Lafayette, Indiana, where he was from.
The mention of the state had me thinking about Tori, and the guilt of leaving her and Dean to worry started to hit me a little harder. But I couldn't worry about that right now.
In a way, I hated going to a grieving family's home to pry for answers to all my questions, but there was something inside of me, something telling me I had to go there.
So I sat on the couch across from Scott Carey's fathers, who had a sad look in his eyes as he glanced up at me. "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." Mr. Carey muttered.
"You think maybe I could see his room?" I asked cautiously.
"Um, sure." Mr. Carey nodded, leading me to Scott's bedroom.
I made my way inside, noticing the bare bed with a sleeping bag on top of it. All the bookshelves were covered in cassette tapes and various books lying on their sides. On the nightstand there were several pill bottles. I read the label and the doctor's name, glancing behind me to make sure Mr. Carey wasn't there before stuffing the bottle into one of my pockets, moving throughout the room again. I opened the closet, shoving Scott's clothes aside to look at the wall behind them.
My eyes widened when I saw all the magazine clippings and photos of yellow eyes cut out and glued to the wall. I stared at them for a few moments, almost not believing what I was seeing before quickly pushing the clothes back in place, rushing out of the bedroom.
BLUE ROSE MOTEL – NIGHT
Making my way through the parking lot, I almost couldn't get the thought of those yellow eye pictures out of my head. What had made Scott go so crazy? It was like he'd lost his mind. I mean, I'm not saying I'm perfect, but I don't think I'm anywhere near that. At least, not yet.
As I moved to the motel door, I felt the presence of someone behind me, quickly grabbing the figure behind me, shoving them against the wall. The girl breathed heavily, her eyes wide and scared as she stared at me.
"Who are you?" I demanded to know.
"Please!" She cried, holding her hands up. "You're in danger."
I was slightly taken a-back by her, furrowing my brow in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"I saw you. In a dream, I saw you. And I saw something bad happen to you and-"
"What?"
"Okay, look, I know how all this sounds, but I am not insane and I am not on drugs-"
"Wait, wait." I said, stopping her in the middle of her frantic plea. "Why don't we go inside? We can talk there."
"Yeah. Sure." She nodded. I opened the door, motioning for her to step inside first, which she did, immediately pacing back and forth. "Listen, I don't know what the hell is going on but I am normal, and this is way, way off the map for me, so-"
"Alright, alright." I said, holding my hands out. "Just- just calm down, okay? What's your name?"
"Ava." She muttered. "Ava Wilson."
"I'm Sam Winchester, alright? 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." She said. "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?" I asked, immediately thinking of Scott Carey.
"Uh, about a month ago. But, anyway, a couple of days later, I found this." She said, pulling out a newspaper clipping with a picture of Scott next to a headline that read: Local Man Stabbed To Death In Parking Lot.
"I saw this guy die, days before it happened." Ava said, her voice getting frantic again. "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." I nodded for her to continue.
"About you. I saw you die."
"How did you find me?"
"Oh, uh, you had a 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." I mumbled, in shocked that there was another person out there like me, one that Ash didn't find.
"Oh, oh, of course you don't. You think I'm a total nutjob." Ava scoffed.
"Wait, no, no, no, I mean, you must be one of us."
"Sorry, one of who?"
"One of the Psychics. Like me. Look, Ava, I have visions too, alright? So we're connected." I told her.
"Okay, so, you're nuts." She laughed. "That's great."
"Okay, okay, look. Did your mother happen to die in a house fire?"
"No, my mother lives in Palm Beach!" She exclaimed.
"So you don't fit the pattern either." I mumbled, watching as she frowned in confusion.
ROAD – NIGHT
TPOV
Dean sped down the long road, more reckless than I'd ever seen him drive before. I'd suggest driving, but I don't think I was in any better shape to do that than he was, thoughts of that nightmare I'd had constantly replaying in my head. I felt like I was always looking over my shoulder, waiting for the moment a Hellhound would be there.
"Why the hell would he do this?" Dean asked, his hands clenched hard on the steering wheel. We'd been driving aimlessly for what felt like forever now. Sam wouldn't answer either of our calls and both Dean and I found ourselves getting frustrated...and scared.
"I don't know. I just hope he's okay." I muttered, resting my arm on the door.
Just then I felt my phone ring and grabbed it, seeing Ellen's name flash across the screen. We'd called her not too long after leaving the motel. I was hesitant, but Dean insisted, so I gave her a call. And then twenty more. So far she'd had no information on Sam, but the fact that she was calling back gave me a little hope.
"Is it Sam?" Dean asked.
"No. Ellen." I told him, quickly flipping the phone open, putting it on speaker. "Hello?"
"Hey honey." Ellen murmured into the phone. She was being a lot nicer to us than I thought she was going to, which was a little strange, but I was grateful for it in the situation we were currently in.
"Did you hear anything from Sam?"
"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." Dean said desperately.
"Now kids, they say you can't protect your loved ones forever." Ellen muttered, taking in a small breath. "Well, I say screw that. What else is family for? He's in Lafayette, Indiana."
I felt a small smile spread across my lips, sharing a look of slight relief with Dean. At least we knew where he was now.
"Did he mention what he's doing there?"
"He had Ash look up a few things. About other kids like him." Ellen said vaguely, obviously not wanting to give too much information over the phone. I shared a curious look with Dean, wondering why Sam would be doing that.
"Thank you, Ellen."
"Anytime, kids." Ellen said, hanging up the phone.
"So Sam's looking for other people like him?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. I just don't understand why."
BLUE ROSE MOTEL – NIGHT
SPOV
"Why can't you just leave town?" Ava asked, breaking my train of though "Please? Before you blow up?"
"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." I explained.
"Okay, you know what? Screw you, buddy. Because I'm a secretary from Peoria and I'm not part of anything! Okay? Do you see this?" She asked, showing me 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 asked. "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
I almost thought Ava was going to leave, but in the end she decided to say and help. I thought the best place to start was with the doctor Scott Carey was seeing, the one that prescribed him his medication. Ava was currently sitting in a therapy session with Dr. Waxler while I got Scott's files from the next room that I'd broken into while he was distracted with her.
Once I was done, I made my way back out of the window, sitting on the ledge for a moment to listen in to Ava's conversation with the doctor through the cracked open window.
"So, Ms. Wilson, you're new in town." The Doctor muttered.
"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." Ava scrambled.
"Okay, anything else?"
"Um..." Ava mumbled. I decided then that I would make my way off the ledge, crossing in front of the window. I glanced in to see Ava's wide eyes when she noticed me there. "Holy crap!"
"What?" The doctor asked, turning to the window just as I jumped 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?" Ava asked, quickly making up for her outburst. I almost felt a small smirk spread across my lips, noticing how certain things Ava said sounded a lot like Tori.
I had to admit, the thought of calling Dean and Tori had crossed my mind a few times, but I had to focus on other things now. Like getting these files back to the motel before we got caught.
BLUE ROSE MOTEL – DAY
I waited in the parking lot for Ava's session to end and for her to get back out to her van before the two of us headed back to the motel, where we were currently walking into the room. I placed the files on the table, glancing over at Ava, who had a stunned look on her face.
"Are you okay?" I asked, feeling concerned for her.
"Am I okay?" She repeated, her eyes widening slightly.
"Yeah."
"I just helped you steal some dead guy's confidential psych files." She paused, a small grin appearing on her lips. "I'm awesome!"
"Alright, then." I said, shooting her a small smile, sitting down at the table, fanning out a few of the papers in the file.
"So what now? Do we go steal a getaway car or something?"
"Uh, no. Now we go through all of this."
"Really?" She asked, a slightly disappointed look on her face.
"Yeah."
"Great." Ava mumbled, sitting in the chair across from me. "So this Scott guy...he's one of us? Whatever that means."
"Supposed to be, yeah." I nodded.
"Right."
After going through some of the paperwork, I decided to play the voice recorder that was in the file, placing in the middle of the table as Scott's therapy session echoed throughout the room.
"It started a little over a year ago. Migraines, at first. Then I found I could do...stuff." Scott mumbled.
"What do you mean, do stuff?" Dr. Waxler asked.
"I have this ability. When I touch something, I can electrocute it if I want." Scott said quietly, his voice shaking with fear. My eyes widened as I glanced up at Ava, seeing her stare at the tape recorder with a look of shock on her face.
"And this yellow-eyed man you've talked about." Dr. Waxler started. The mention of yellow eyes sent a small chill down my spine as he continued. "What else does he 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." Scott said, his voice turning frightened...yet sinister as he uttered the last words on the recording.
"He's not talking about us, right?" Ava asked, fearful.
"Yeah, I think he is."
"But how can we turn into that?"
"...I don't know."
MOTEL – DAY
TPOV
As Dean pulled the Impala into the motel parking lot, and I scanned the windows of each room, looking for any sign of Sam. My heart practically jumped into my throat when I spotted him sitting on the bed in a room, the curtains halfway closed.
"Look." I called, slapping Dean's arm as I pointed to the window.
"Oh, thank God, he's okay." Dean sighed in relief, a big smirk appearing on his lips when Sam moved over, revealing a pretty brunette sitting next to him. "Oh, he's better than okay. That sly dog."
"Dean." I mumbled, rolling my eyes at him. "We don't know who she is. Could be another Meg."
Dean cringed at the mention of Meg, his eyes immediately narrowing at the girl. Suddenly, a gunshot flew through the motel window, shattering the glass. I saw Sam grab the girl, pulling the both of them to the ground as I quickly looked around for whoever did that. I squinted in the sunlight, seeing a man on the top of a building across the street.
"Look." I muttered, nodding up at the silhouette on the building. A furious look crossed Dean's face as he whipped the door open, getting out of the car. "What are you doing?"
"I think you know."
"Dean, no. That's dangerous. Let's just get Sam and go."
"Stay and watch Sam." Dean said over me, ignoring what I'd suggested as he moved to closed the door. Before doing so, he leaned down, shooting me a wink. "I'll be fine, you be careful."
"Yeah." I nodded, sliding over to the driver seat as Dean shut the door, making his way through the treeline towards the building across the street. I watched him for a few moments before moving the Impala back a few feet out of the way.
I know Dean didn't want Sam to know we were here yet, but I couldn't not say something to him, or make sure he was safe. Not after someone just tried to kill him right in front of me.
Just as I was about to go over to Sam's room, I looked up across the street and saw a man dragging an unconscious Dean to a car behind the building in the distance. My eyes widened and I immediately ran over to the trees, following the line until I could make my way across the street.
As I got closer I pulled out my gun, able to see more clearly the man shoving Dean into the backseat of his car.
"Gordon?" I called, taken by surprise at who I saw there.
Gordon turned around, a small smile creeping onto his face. "Well, well, well. I should've known you wouldn't be too far behind if Dean were here."
"What did you do to him?"
"Nothing. Just a little rifle to the face." Gordon muttered, nodding to the gun in my hands. "Why don't you put that down?"
"Why should I?" I asked, my eyes darting over to Dean, who was still unconscious.
Gordon chuckled, pulling out Dean's handgun, pointing it to his head. "Because I could kill him right now."
"I thought you said you didn't hurt people."
"Well, I'm being threatened." Gordon shrugged. "Now come on, don't make me do this. Put it down."
"I could kill you right now." I muttered, my breaths coming out heavy.
"But you won't. Because that's not in you, is it?" He asked, staring into my eyes. "You're not a killer, are you?"
"You don't know that." I said, not putting the gun down.
"There's something...off about you." Gordon said, staring into my eyes. I flinched back slightly, not liking the way he was staring me down. "Now, I know you won't play with Dean's life. So why don't you put the gun down?"
I clenched my teeth, weighting my options. I knew I was a good shot, but there was still that chance of him hurting Dean before anything happened to him. So I slowly placed the gun down, watching as he did the same.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked.
"I have my reasons." He replied, making his way over to me to pick my gun up, a rope in his hand. He moved behind me, knotting the rope on my wrists tightly at my back before tying the blindfold around my eyes. Gordon grabbed my arm, roughly pushing me into the backseat of the car before heading around to the driver side, starting the car.
It wasn't everyday that we'd gotten kidnapped. I just didn't see a positive outcome to this whole situation.
CABIN – NIGHT
Gordon roughly shoved me into a musty smelling room, moving me over to a chair where he tied me up even tighter than before, even going as far as taping my wrists and ankles to the legs of the chair.
"Time to bring in the boyfriend." He muttered, moving back outside. I heard a door shut, and was tempted to take my blindfold off, to get out of here, but I held that urge in. I knew better than to try and challenge a psycho like that. Especially while Dean was out of it, there was no way we'd be able to get away.
Gordon repeated the same routine with Dean, tying him in a chair a few feet to my left. When he was done, he stepped in front of me, pulling the blindfold off of my head. I blinked a few times, allowing my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting in the dusty cabin.
"Well, I think it's time for a drink." Gordon mumbled, looking down at me. "Would you like anything?"
"Are you even serious right now?"
"My mother always taught me to be nice to guests."
"Yeah, I'm sure you're making her real proud." I scoffed. Gordon quickly stepped back in front of me, leaning down on the chair, a threatening look in his eyes as he grabbed my chin roughly, digging his nails into my face.
"Don't you talk about her." He spat through gritted teeth, breathing heavily as he slowly moved away, walking behind me down a hallway. I watched him go for a moment, before turning back, looking over to Dean.
"Dean!" I called quietly a few times until he slowly started waking up.
"Wha- where-"
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. You?" Dean asked, looking over at me. "Did he do anything to you?"
"I'm fine." I told him, taking in a deep breath. "He didn't."
"Good morning." Gordon muttered as he came into the room, smiling down at me, then Dean. "How are you? Having a nice conversation?"
"Eat me." Dean snapped.
"At least everyone's in a good mood." Gordon said, glancing back at Dean as his phone started to ring. Gordon picked it up from the coffee table in front of Dean and I, looking down at the screen. "I wonder who this could be."
Gordon pulled his gun out, pointing it at Dean's head, making my heart jump in nervousness as he flipped the phone open, putting it on speaker.
"Hello?" Dean answered, keeping calm.
"Dean!" Sam exclaimed, his voice echoing in the quiet room.
"Sam, we've been looking for you."
"Yeah. Look, I'm in Indiana, uh Lafayette."
"I know."
"You do?"
"Yeah. We talked to Ellen. We just got here, actually. It's a real funky town." Dean muttered, giving Sam a codeword, telling him we were in trouble. "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 guys?"
"Staying at, uh, 5637 Monroe St. Why don't you meet us here?"
"Yeah. Sure." Sam said, hanging up.
"Now, was that so hard?" Gordon asked, flipping the phone shut.
"Bite me." Dean spat. Gordon ignored him, turning his back on us as he opened a canvas bag on a table, pulling out various weapons. "So Gordy, I know the three of us ain't exactly your favorite people, but don't you think this is a little extreme?"
"What, you think this is revenge?"
"Well, we did leave you tied up in your own mess for three days. Which was awesome." Dean chuckled. "Sorry, I shouldn't laugh."
"Yeah. I was definitely planning on whupping your ass for that."
"Mm-hm."
"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." Gordon said, shoving a knife into it's sheath. Dean's eyes widened, mirroring my shocked expression as we shared a look.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, watching Gordon as he grabbed a rifle, leaning back against the table casually.
"Well, 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. Piqued my interest. And you can really make a demon talk...if you got the right tools."
"And what happened to the girl it was possessing?" I asked, fearful of the answer.
"She didn't make it."
"Well, you're a son of a bitch." Dean spat.
"I know that's a sore subject for you." Gordon muttered, looking over at me. "But after everything, she was probably happy to be dead."
"Asshole." I hissed.
"So 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?" Gordon asked as Dean glared daggers at him. "But you know the biggest kick in the ass? This demon said I knew one of them. Our very own Sammy Winchester."
"Oh, this is...this is a whole new level of moronic, even for you." Dean said.
"Yeah? Come on, Dean. I know. About Sam's visions. I know everything."
"Really? Because a demon told you?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow. "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." Gordon explained, sitting in a chair in front of us. "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 gonna be killers, Dean. We've got to take them all out. And that means Sammy, too." He said, cocking the rifle in his hands.
"You think Sam's dumb enough to walk through that front door?" I asked.
"No, I don't. Especially since I'm sure you found a way to warn him. You really think I'm that stupid?" Gordon asked. Dean and I shared a glance, shooting a meaningful look up at Gordon as he stood and started pacing. "No. Sammy's going to scope the place first, see me covering the front door. So he's going to take the back. And when he does he'll hit the tripwire. Then-" Gordon paused, pulling out a grenade. "Boom."
"Sam's not gonna fall for a fucking tripwire." Dean said, getting nervous as he stared down at the grenade.
"Maybe you're right. That's why I'll have a second one." Gordon said, taking in our expressions. "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."
Dean and I watched in fear as Gordon left the room, heading out to set up the tripwires and grenades. I felt my stomach churn as I thought about all of this, hoping to God that Sam would find a way around this.
As time passed by, Dean and I kept quiet, for once not trying to assure each other that everything would be alright. Neither one of us knew that right now, and I guess we both figured it was for the best to not lie.
My skin crawled as I heard Gordon's footsteps enter the room again, watching as he pulled another chair up in front of Dean and I, straddling it.
"Come on, man. I know Sam, okay, better than anyone. He's got more of a conscience than I do, I mean, the guy feels guilty surfing the internet for porn." Dean pleaded.
"Maybe you're right. But one day he's going to be a monster."
"How?" I asked, shaking my head. "How does someone like Sam become a monster?"
"Beats me."
"That's a real convincing case you've got there."
"But he will." Gordon insisted.
"No, you don't know that!" Dean exclaimed.
"I'm surprised at you, Dean. Getting all emotional." Gordon mumbled. "I'd heard you were more of a professional than this. Look, let's say you two 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. 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." Gordon said, pulling two scarves out of his bag, standing in front of us as he shoved one in my mouth, then Dean. "But here's the thing. 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 at Gordon as he moved away, leaving us in the room again. I heard the lock of a door click in the distance, looking around to see if I could get a glimpse of Sam, to try and warn him away, but there was no use.
"You hear him?" Gordon asked, keeping quiet as the sound of a door creaking open echoed in the distance. I felt my breathing pick up as my body wracked with nerves. "Here he comes."
The tension in the room was building higher and higher as we waited. I glanced over at Dean as the first grenade went off, feeling the waves of the explosion bound through my body. I heard Dean yell at Gordon through his gag as I shut my eyes, trapping the tears behind my eyelids.
"Hold on. Not yet. Just wait and see." Gordon muttered.
When the second grenade went off, I felt my heart drop in my chest and screamed through the gag, letting my emotions take hold as sadness and anger flew through me. Dean struggled violently against his restraints next to me, choking slightly as he sobbed through the scarf in his mouth.
"Sorry." Gordon muttered emotionlessly as he stood to his feet in front of us, moving towards the back of the cabin with his rifle ready.
"No." I mumbled through the gag, tears spilling down my cheeks. Dean was still trying to get free next to me, straining against the ropes and tape.
Over my heavy breathing, I heard what I thought to be Sam's voice echo down the hallway. But I wouldn't let myself believe it was him, thinking that my mind was just playing a cruel joke on me.
"Put it down now!" Sam's voice echoed again and I glanced up at Dean, seeing the relieved look in his eyes, I finally allowed the fact that Sam really was okay to register.
"You wouldn't shoot me, would you, Sammy? Because those two in there, they think you're some kind of saint." Gordon said, the two of them getting closer to the room Dean and I were in as we both struggled against our ropes.
"Yeah? Well, I wouldn't be so sure." Sam replied.
"See, that's what I said."
I heard the sound of a gun clattering to the ground, turning around as a loud thud sounded in the hallway followed by some commotion. Gordon pushed Sam into the main room, where Dean and I could see him now. He laid flat on his back, coughing a few times as Gordon pulled a knife out. My eyes widened as I watched helplessly, wishing I could do something.
"You're no better than the filthy things you hunt." Gordon spat.
Just as Gordon raised the knife, Sam lunged forward, pushing him to the ground, punching him twice before grabbing the rifle, pointing it at him.
"Do it." Gordon taunted. "Do it! Show your family the killer you really are, Sammy."
I watched Sam hesitate for a moment, glancing over at Dean and I, before turning back to Gordon, hitting the butt of the rifle into his head, knocking him out.
"It's Sam."
Sam shuffled over to Dean and I, placing a hand on Dean's shoulder before shooting me a small smile as he took in our tear stained cheeks. Sam used the knife to cut our ropes and as soon as Dean and I we freed, we quickly ripped the gags out of our mouths. I pulled Sam up with me as I stood, bringing him into a tight hug with Dean in unison.
I'm pretty sure we'd never hugged him so tightly.
I took a small step back from Sam, looking over his injuries with Dean for a moment before glancing back to Gordon, who was still lying unconscious on the ground. A wave of rage hit me, heating up my insides as I left the boys, stomping over to grab the rifle that Sam had left on the ground.
I picked it up, about to cock it when I felt Sam place a hand on my arm, stopping me. I looked up seeing him shake his head before glancing behind him at the shocked look on Dean's face, knowing that he'd never really seen me react in that way, before returning my gaze to Sam.
"Tori, no."
"Sam we let him live once and look what happened. We can't make the same mistake again." I said, looking to Dean as he made his way over. "Right?"
"Right." Dean nodded, trying to take the gun from my hands as I pulled back. "But you're not doing that. I will."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Dean, I had to deal with that asshole threatening to kill you-" I said, nodding when Dean shot me a questioning look, obviously having to clue what took place while he was out. I pulled in a small breath, letting it out quickly in anger before continuing. "And him trying to kill Sam. There's no way I'm leaving here with him still alive."
Dean's eyes widened as he shared a shocked look with Sam, their eyes telling me they were taken off guard with my reaction. Without another word, I cocked the gun, turning back to Gordon, who started moving slightly. Just as I was about to shoot, Dean grabbed the rifle out of my hands, a worried look on his face.
"Hey!" I exclaimed, reaching for the gun.
"You need to calm down, Tori." Sam said, placing his hands on my shoulders.
"I'm just- I'm tired of people hurting my family." I muttered through gritted teeth, feeling the tears spring to my eyes as I broke down slightly. Dean gave Sam the rifle before pulling me to him, hugging me as I started to cry harder.
"I know, I know." Dean muttered. "You're not acting like yourself, that's not you."
"Maybe it should be."
"No, it shouldn't." Dean said, pulling back. "You're perfect how you are. You keep things in line, you have a level head, you think things through. Sam and I, we don't always do that-"
"Speak for yourself." Sam interjected.
I chuckled lightly as Dean rolled his eyes, turning back to me. "Point is, you can't change. We'd be lost without you. Dead within a week."
"Probably." I muttered, shooting him a small smile.
"And trust me, Gordon's taken care of. Come on." Sam said, looking between the two of us. I nodded, trusting that Sam had made a plan before he even came here, and started following him towards the door. I glanced back, seeing that Dean hadn't moved from his position, staring down at a still unconscious Gordon lying on the floor. I made my way back over to him, pulling lightly on his jacket to get his attention.
"Hey, what you said applies to you too. Let's go." I muttered when he looked over at me. I rested a hand on his arm, gently pulling him along. He nodded, reluctantly following me out of the house. Dean and I walked on either side of Sam, just to make sure he was okay as he staggered a big down the stairs of the cabin, heading away from it.
A few moments later, Gordon stumbled out behind us, a gun in each hand as he shot towards us. The three of us immediately ran into the thick line of trees and bushes for cover.
"You call this taken care of?" Dean called out as we ran, finding a small ditch behind the line of bushes. We huddled down, trying to keep quiet as we over the bank to see Gordon approaching.
"What the hell are we doing?"
"Just trust me on this, alright?" Sam murmured as sirens blared in the distance. Seconds later, three police cars pulled into the small clearing, surrounding Gordon. The cops emerged out of their cars, their guns at the ready.
"Drop your weapons! Get down on your knees!" The one exclaimed. "Do it, now!"
I felt a small grin spread across my lips as Gordon dropped to his knees, placing his hands behind his head, glaring over in our direction. The cops cuffed Gordon, patting him down before leading him to a squad car. Another one of the cops opened the back door of Gordon's car, pulling out the weapons rack he had in there.
"Anonymous tip." Sam mumbled, a small grin on his face.
"You're a fine upstanding citizen, Sam." Dean smiled, patting his brother on the shoulder.
The ride back to the motel where the Impala had been left was a fairly short, but quiet one. Neither one of us said much, just keeping to ourselves as we through back to what happened. Before I knew it we were back at the motel, and I was finding myself becoming worried with what would happen next.
Would Sam leave again? After everything?
I got out of the car a few moments after Dean, leaving Sam on the phone in the passenger seat. Dean had his phone pressed to his ear, kicking his boot into the ground. I furrowed my brow in question as he whispered that he was speaking to Ellen. I nodded, leaning up against the car next to him as he put the phone on speaker.
"Gordon Walker was hunting Sam?"
"Yeah. He almost killed the three of us because somebody over there can't keep their fucking mouth shut."
"You watch your mouth boy." Ellen said. "And you honestly think that it was me? Or Ash? Or Jo? No way."
"Who else knows about Sam, huh?" Dean asked. "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." Dean said, clearly not believing her.
After what happened back at the Roadhouse a few months ago, I honestly wasn't too sure what to believe. Would Ellen say something to someone about Sam out of revenge? She didn't seem like the type, and I'm sure if she wanted revenge for what happened, she wouldn't have helped us so many times now.
"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." Ellen sighed. "I am sorry about what happened, Dean. But I can't control these people. Or what they choose to believe."
"Alright." Dean muttered. "...thanks for everything."
"Sure. Bye." Ellen said, hanging up.
"I don't think she said anything, Dean." I said.
"Yeah." Dean nodded, pulling in a deep breath.
"It could've been anybody." I told him. "Let's go."
"Okay."
Sam got out of the car then, his phone pressed to his ear. "Hey, Ava, it's Sam. Again. Um, call me when you get this, just want to make sure you got home okay. Alright, bye."
"Is everything okay?" I asked, taking in the worried look on his face.
"Yeah, I hope so."
"Well, Gordon should be reaching for the soap for the next few years at least." Dean commented as we made our way over to the Impala.
"Yeah. If they pin Scott Carey's murder on him. And if he doesn't break out." I muttered.
"Always the optimist." Sam chuckled.
"Just being honest." I looking up at Sam. "So what now?"
"What do you mean?"
"Are you- I mean, do you want to, you know, leave?" I asked.
"You think after all that I'm just gonna take off again?" Sam asked, smiling at me.
"Wouldn't let you." Dean commented. "Because if you even tried to do that again-"
"What? You'd kill me?" Sam joked, his grin fading as he took in mine and Dean's expressions.
"That is so not funny."
"Alright, alright." Sam laughed. "So where to next, then?"
"One word. Amsterdam." Dean smiled.
"Dean!"
"Come on, man, I hear the coffee shops don't even serve coffee." Dean winked.
"Yeah, everything there is made of weed." I muttered sarcastically.
"Hey-"
"I'm not just gonna ditch the job." Sam said, looking between Dean and I.
"Screw the job. Screw it, man, I'm sick of the job anyway." Dean said. "I mean, we don't get paid, we don't get thanked. The only thing we get's bad luck."
"Come on, dude, you're a hunter. I mean, it's what you were meant to do." Sam said, looking over to me. "You too. After everything, you can't just leave."
"I don't know about that." I said.
"We weren't meant to do anything." Dean said. "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."
"We'll still try." I told him.
"Thanks for that." Sam smiled lightly. "Look guys, 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." Dean muttered, glancing up at his brother as he smiled.
"Jerk."
"You two are children." I muttered playfully, folding my arms as I opened the back door of the Impala, sliding in. "Come on, let's go."
ROAD – NIGHT
After driving for a while, Sam frowned down at his phone, picking it up and dialing a number again. He'd done that same thing over and over again more than a few times since we started driving and I was beginning to get worried.
"Are you sure everything is okay, Sam?" I asked.
"I don't know." He mumbled, bringing his phone to his ear.
"Are you calling that Ava girl again?"
"Yeah." Sam muttered.
"Can I ask a question?"
"Sure." Sam nodded.
"Ava...she's not- I mean...you know, with Meg-"
"She's not...like that." Sam said quickly. "Believe me, she's good."
"Oh yeah? She's good?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow, a smirk on his face. "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?" Dean asked, a smirk on his face.
"Hey." I mumbled, slapping his shoulder. "You're a pig."
"One of the many reasons you love me, right?"
"No." I said, seeing Sam smirk at Dean's pretend-hurt expression out of the corner of my eye before he frowned again, snapping his phone shut. "What's the matter?"
"Just a feeling." Sam shrugged, looking up at Dean. "How far is it to Peoria?"
AVA WILSON'S HOUSE – NIGHT
Once we made it there, the three of us got into Ava's house, moving through the dark home with our flashlights. As soon as we took a step in, I got a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, knowing something just wasn't right here.
"Hello? Is anybody home?" Sam called, leading the way through the house. We entered the bedroom, finding a man dead, face up on the bed, the sheets around him soaked in blood. "Oh my god."
"What the hell happened here?" I asked, glancing over at Dean as he ran a finger across the windowsill, staring down at a powdery substance on his finger.
"Sulfur. A demon's been here." Dean said, holding up his fingers. My stomach dropped as Sam knelt down to the floor, picking up something small. It was only when he held it up that I noticed it was a ring.
"Ava." Sam muttered, standing up, quickly leaving the room. I shared a look with Dean, following out after him as my stomach tightened up at the thoughts running through my head.
Even though I didn't know this girl, I felt for her. The poor girl was engaged, she had a whole life ahead of her, and now that was ripped away. If she was still out there right now, I knew what she was going through – all of us did. Each of us knew all too well what it was like to have a demon take someone you loved away from you.
Between what John had told Dean and I, what happened with Gordon, my nightmares, Sam's visions...everything seemed to be spiraling out of control more and more every day, and even though I wouldn't admit it out loud, for the sake of Sam and Dean, I felt myself growing less and less positive that the three of us would be able to stop any of it.
But we would try, because that's who we were. Sam was right, we couldn't give up now...and we wouldn't.
Again, sorry it took me so long to update, but I got a little sidetracked with the holidays. Anyway, Happy New Year everybody! Whose excited for Supernatural coming back in a couple weeks? I know I am ;)
I hope you enjoyed this chapter! As always, I'll come back and check for mistakes later, but as usual I stayed up all night finishing this, so I'm beat lol
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