A/N: Once again thanks to all readers and reviewers. You keep me writing. My internet has been acting 'crazy' as of late; so it has been hard to even get on let alone update. I've finished two chapters, but I'll post them separately.

CHAPTER 14

Sam's jaw immediately dropped. The last time he had seen Gordon had been almost one year ago. He had been a hunter, and had also believed that Sam had needed to die for the common good. Sam had disliked the man from the minute he had laid eyes on him. Though at first Dean had befriended the straight-talking hunter that had all changed when he had found out what a raving psychopath the man had really been. Sam's dislike toward Gordon had turned to loathing when the hunter had tried to kill him not once but twice. Sam wouldn't have been so surprised to see Gordon if it weren't for the fact that he had wasted him a year ago. But as far as the present was concerned he had changed things dramatically when traveling back in time; so it made some sense to him that Gordon would still be alive. Perhaps they had never caught up with him after all, because Gordon was certainly alive and as far as Sam could tell he was not a vampire. The hunter appeared tired and blood shot but he wasn't sporting the sallow complexion, beastly fangs and bloodlust.

Gordon stared at Sam. "What the…" he muttered. "Who the…" Gordon's eyes went wide, and just like Sam his jaw had dropped.

"What's the matter? It looks like you've seen a ghost," Sam scoffed.

"Oh Jesus. You." Gordon kept staring at Sam as if he was a ghost, or perhaps more likely an alien of some kind as Sam hardly doubted that the hunter would be fearful of ghosts considering his profession. Well past profession, Sam corrected. From what he had just witnessed Gordon was no longer hunted demons, but now he worked for them. It confused and sickened Sam greatly. Hypocrite, he candidly thought.

"What do you want?"

Sam scowled. He pressed the knife firmer against Gordon's sweaty throat. He knew that Gordon felt unsettled; by the way the hunter's mocha eyes kept darting from Sam's stern features to the sharp knife that seemed to glisten in the dim sunlight. "I want to ask you a couple of questions," Sam replied.

Gordon let out a short laugh. "If you think I'm going to answer 'em than you've got another thing coming."

Sam gritted his teeth. He pressed the knife even harder against Gordon's throat, this time the knife's blade sliced into the first layer of flesh. Gordon cringed with pain; though Sam would not feel any sympathy. He couldn't after the hell Gordon had put Dean and him through over the past two years. He felt even irritated and disappointed that Gordon, in this present, was no longer dead. It had seriously disgusted Sam when he had seen the once-demon-hunter helping the demons—not out of fear, but for money. It turned his stomach significantly.

"I ain't scared of you," Gordon snapped, glaring at Sam. Gordon, perhaps now, was showing slightly more courage than he had done when Sam had first arrived. But Sam was not stupid; he knew whatever bravery the hunter was showing was only a mask. Gordon had always been afraid of him; of what he was, of what he might become.

"I think you are," Sam corrected. He pressed the knife harder. "I know you think that I won't kill you. But I will. Remember what you said, a couple of years back about how I'm evil, needed to die, and was a stone cold killer. Well perhaps you were right."

Gordon laughed. "Yeah right," he replied harshly. "No offense man, but you couldn't even kill a cockroach let alone another human being. You ain't a demon, or antichrist. I've seen demons, and things you couldn't even begin to imagine. I'm not scared of you; I've seen what true evil is."

Sam frowned. "I've seen things to: for intense you handing over innocent humans to demons for cash." He had not even bothered attempting to cover up the disgust and hatred in his tone of voice when he has said those last few words. "I'm going to ask you a few questions. You're going to answer them. If I think you're lying than I will slit your throat." "And no I'm not being sarcastic," Sam added.

Sam glared at the hunter fiercely. He wondered why the hunter was working with demons. Sure the world had changed; had gone to hell literally. But it confused him. Gordon Walker had once stated that he loved being a demon hunter as it did not allow any shades of grey. Even though he had tried to kill Sam, Gordon had sworn that he would never harm another human being. Sam had to wonder why Gordon had had such a sudden change in heart. Something must of have happened. He didn't want to asked, however, not because it was intrusive but because he needed other questions answered. As far as people went Gordon seemed the only sane one left—and that was saying something.

Gordon hesitated. He smiled, as if he had not taken Sam's threat too seriously. Perhaps he still thought of Sam as that young man that had once refused to kill any innocent human being. True, Sam was still a young man that did not believed in wasting a living creature that wasn't rightfully evil. But Gordon was a different matter. Just because the man was human didn't make him innocent. "Sammy," Gordon mocked. "Can you put the knife down? It's sort of making me itch, not to mention bleed."

Sam's nostrils flared. He glared at the hunter, his eyes flashed dangerously. "Don't mock me. And stop calling my Sammy." Using one of his bloody and bruised hands he struck Gordon hard in the maw. The hunter recoiled and then flinched fearfully. "That's better," Sam muttered. "You may think I'm lying when I say I'll kill you, but I promise you I'm not. I'll break you, do you understand?"

With slight hesitation Gordon nodded.

"Good." Sam removed the kitchen knife only to replace the blade with his fist. He firmly curled his hand around the hunter's throat. Gordon coughed, and then began to slightly choke. Sam did not release his hold. He to make sure that Gordon remained. He couldn't risk him taking off in his car as he knew very well that the hunter would just report back to his demon buddies. He needed Gordon alive as he needed answers, but after that the hunter would be of little use to him. Sam would have to kill him. He couldn't risk keeping him alive—he wouldn't.

Sam sighed. He didn't particularly like the idea of killing Gordon, but he didn't have much of a choice. "How much control do they have?"

"It's not just here. It's everywhere. I think there are still some places in Asia and Australia that haven't been overtaken, but mark my words that'll change soon."

Sam's eyes widened with astonishment. He knew the town had been taken over, clearly. He had figured that perhaps the rest of the country. But never had he imagined almost the entire population. Sam took in a few deep breaths before continuing. "How?"

"It started off small, and right after the devil's gate. See when all those demons were released I was expecting there to be a massive war, like end of world style. I would have proffered it there was one, because we would have been more prepared. But it was just small; a few disappearances and possessions here and there. People started acting strange; mainly politicians, the royal parliaments, and anyone else in any kind of 'real' power. The press kept reporting that these people were on drugs. Heck you even had a few nutcases that believed the world's leaders had been abducted and then replaced by alien clones. But we knew better."

"Demonic possession," Sam muttered.

Gordon nodded. "Spot on. Anyway eventually there were enough of them to take over a few towns here and there, then the whole country, and then almost the entire world. Like I said some places aren't overrun but it's only a matter of time."

Sam felt a chill creep up his spine. Knowing that the world was no over-run by demons caused his skin to crawl. He was certain that every other human on the planet felt the same. However unlike them Sam knew that the society going to hell was entirely his fault. If it weren't for his wanting his brother alive, meddling with time despite being warned—by a demon no less—not to, the world would be a better place. People were suffering, dying, and tortured every second, and all because of him. Sam's mouth felt very dry all of a sudden.

"So all of this happened within the space of one year?" Sam asked, astonished.

"Where the heck have you been!?" Gordon exclaimed. "We've been living in hell now for three years, going on four."

Sam's eyes widened. "What?" his jaw, once again, hung open. "How is that even possible? The spell was meant to return me to the present date; not three almost four years into the future."

Gordon's brow furrowed. "Huh?" he asked.

Sam shook his head. "It doesn't matter," he mumbled. Perhaps the spell had gone wrong, because Frank had clearly stated that he would return to the present. Even if there had been a glitch nothing would have changed much. In fact Sam thought it would have been worse because he would have had to watch the world crumble into demonic hands. Sam felt a rush of fury pass through him. He had been hunting demons for the majority of his life. He had known they were poison, but never had he realized how truly sick and evil the little bastards really were. If he had thought he had hated them before it was nothing compared to the way he felt now.

It was dark now; the sun had completely set and in its place was a feeble glow from the half hidden moon above. "How many are there?" Sam asked hurriedly. He was running out of time. He needed to find somewhere hidden, and relatively safe to spend the night. He felt uneasy roaming around the streets at night when demons were in control. Sam briskly glanced at Gordon who looked even more panicked than before.

"Not a clue," Gordon answered. "But there was enough to take over the freakin' world, so you tell me?" The hunter shifted uneasily. In the past hour his eyes had not met Sam's once. Perhaps he was nervous, even scared of the young man. But Sam knew that there was something the hunter was trying to keep from him—and he wanted to know what it was.

"My brother. Bobby, Ellen and the rest. What happened to them?"

"From what I saw last your brother and that hunter are still alive. Not quite sure where they hold up, but I know they're trying to bring down the demons, also other hunters are helping them out. Personally I wouldn't bother if I were them. As for Ellen I haven't seen her in years."

Sam scowled. "Well you're not them," he replied bitterly. Even though Dean had threatened to kill him, Sam was proud that his brother for not giving up—on the world anyway. He kept on fighting, and that was the Dean that Sam had always admired and looked up to. "At least they're trying to do something. You; you seem to be settled with the idea of demon supremacy. Hell you're even cashing in on the whole thing."

Gordon sighed. Despite the accusation the hunter seemed rather calm about the idea. "It's either me or them," he shrugged. "It's not just me anyway. Trust me this world isn't perfect, but it's not like it was before. At first I started fighting, but then I learned something."

Sam gritted his teeth. "And what's that?" he asked heatedly.

"I learned that we're overruled. They're stronger, faster and cleverer than us. Even if they weren't in charge any more they'd still be out there. Evil will always exist, whether we like it or not. Me I was naive before; I thought that one day if we killed and exorcised enough the population of evil would eventually decrease. But I was wrong, you and you're brother were wrong, and every other damn hunter out there."

Sam shook his head in disbelief. He could not believe how casual Gordon seemed about the whole thing. No matter what he had just said, the smile on the hunters face told Sam that he was enjoying himself. Sam's throat and stomach convulsed. Sick bastard, he thought angrily.

"I sided with the demons, and I have no regrets. I live a good life now. I get paid it deliver a few stupid young folk once a week and it's darn easy. Like I said before it's either my life or theirs."

The sound of a car approaching caused Sam to jump. He took a few steps back, releasing his grip on Gordon. Alarmed, Sam turned around in time to see a grey van speeding toward them. Its brakes squealed as it came to a sudden halt, blocking the way in front of them. Sam cursed under his breath. There was no way of escaping; everywhere was blocked. He briskly glanced over his shoulder at Gordon who had a broad grin plastered on his face.

"You son of a bitch," Sam snapped. Furious, he elbowed Gordon's side, and then punched him in the side of the head. The hunter automatically fell to the cement ground, unconscious. Still not satisfied, Sam struck him once more, this time his foot made heavy contact with the hunter's mid section. Sam thought he had heard a soft grunt come from Gordon, but he decided to ignore it. Ahead of him, two men and one woman emerged from the van. Despite the darkness their gleaming black eyes stood out from a distance. Bloody demons, Sam irritably thought.

One of the demons, a young man not much older than him with pale skin and black hair, stepped forward. It smiled wickedly; flashing a set of gleaming white teeth. "Looks like you're pals have deserted you. Too bad 'cause the boss changed his mind; he wants you dead after all."