Gordon set up the tripwire across the back doorway before returning to the room where Dean and Angel, still gagged, were tied to their chairs.
"Come on, man." Dean pleaded, "Angel and I know Sam, okay, better than anyone. He's got more of a conscience than we do, I mean, the guy feels guilty surfing the Internet for porn."
Gordon shrugged, "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."
"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 two just can't see it yet. Dean, Angel, it's his destiny. Look, I'm sympathetic. He's your brother, and you two love the guy. This has got to hurt like hell for you two." He reached into his bag and pulled out a similar scarf to the one he gagged Angel with, "But here's the thing." He continued as he gagged Dean with it, "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 two don't have the same heart as that man did?"
The two of them glared furiously at him. Outside, just like Ava's vision, Sam approached the cabin, holding up the sheet of motel stationery. He saw Angel, Dean and Gordon through the boarded-up window, then ran around back. When he tried the door and found it locked, he pulled out his lockpick and worked it open. The clicks from the door could be heard in the front room and had Angel and Dean looking around wildly for their brother.
Gordon grinned, "Ya hear him?" In the back room, Sam got the door open and creeped in, "Here he comes."
Angel flinched helplessly as the first grenade exploded and screamed at Gordon through her gag.
"Hold on." He held up a finger, "Not yet. Just wait and see."
As the second grenade went off, Angel and Dean both struggled violently, choke-sobbing through their gags.
Gordon crossed the room and stopped beside them, "Sorry."
He went into the back room, rifle ready and 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 raised a gun to the back of Gordon's head and cocked it.
His voice was low with warning, "Drop the gun."
"Shouldn't take your shoes off around here." Gordon stated as he didn't move, "You might get tetanus."
Sam screamed, "Put it down now!"
At the sound of Sam's voice in the other room Angel and Dean both grunt with relief at hearing he was alive.
Gordon slowly lowered the rifle to the floor, "You wouldn't shoot me, would you, Sammy? Because your siblings, they think you're some kind of saint."
"Yeah?" Sam scoffed, "Well, I wouldn't be so sure."
"See…" Gordon cocked a smile at that answer, "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, upon hearing the scuffle, Angel and Dean struggle against their ropes, groaning in frustration. Out back, Gordon slowly approached Sam, who was flat on his back, coughing.
He pulled out his knife, "You're no better than the filthy things you hunt."
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!" Gordon bellowed at him, "Show your brother and sister the killer you really are, Sammy."
Sam hesitated for a second before slamming the butt of the rifle into Gordons head, knocking him out.
He fumed as he glared down at the incompacitated man, "It's Sam."
Sam shuffled exhaustedly into the room where Angel and Dean were tied up. They both looked up emotionally as Sam approached. Sam clapped Dean on the shoulder before kneeling down in front of Angel and untying her first. She pulled off her gag, stood and frantically pulled Sam into a hug.
She sniffled as she let the relief wash over, "Thank God youre okay."
"I am." He hugged her back with a smile, "Im fine, Angie."
Separating from her he knelt beside Dean and untied his ropes as well. Much like Angel he tore off his own gag and pulled Sam to standing. He cupped his hand around Sam's neck, staring at him closely as he catalogued his injuries. Sam nodded at him and clapped a hand to Dean's shoulder.
Dean wheeled around to head to the back room, "That son of a…"
"Dean." Sam stopped him, "No."
"I let him live once. I'm not making the same mistake twice."
Angels brows furrowed, "Sam-:
"Trust me. Gordon's taken care of." He reached out and fisted Dean's jacket as he put an arm around his sister's shoulders and pulled them towards the front door, "Come on."
The three of them walked down the steps from the cabin, Sam staggering from his injuries, and began heading away from the cabin. They got a few feet away before Gordon emerged, a gun in each hand, and began firing off rounds at them. The three ducked instantly, throwing a look over their shoulders before running for cover.
"Come on!" Dean hurried as they ran, "You call this taken care of?"
"Sam." Angel huffed as they dove into a ditch by the side of the road and huddled, watching him approach, "What the hell are we doing?"
"Just trust me on this, alright?"
As Gordon approached, three police cars, sirens blaring, pulled into the clearing and surrounded him. Cops emerge, weapons ready.
"Drop your weapons! Get down on your knees!"
"Do it, now!"
The Winchesters grinned at each other as Gordon dropped to his knees and glared in their direction.
"Put your hands on your head! Easy now."
The cop cuffed 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.
Sam smirked, "Anonymous tip."
"Well…" Angel winked at him, "Who knew our little brother was such a fine upstanding citizen."
