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Isabeau steps onto the roof with Sam and Ava behind her to investigate the roof from which Gordon was shooting at them.
"Wait, I don't understand. Shouldn't we be talking to the cops?" Ava asks.
Sam glances over at her, "Trust me, that wouldn't do us much good" He picks up a shell, "These are .223 caliber. Subsonic rounds."
Sam tosses the shell to Isabeau who catches it with one hand. She looks down at it in her hand, "The guy must have put a suppressor on the rifle." She adds.
"Dude, who are you guys?" Ava asks.
Sam shakes his head, chuckling, "Oh. I just, uh, I just watch a lot of 'TJ Hooker'."
Isabeau snorts at Sam, pocketing the shell and pulls out her cell phone.
"Who are you calling?" Ava asks.
"My other boyfriend, his brother." Isabeau says and Ava looks at her surprised. Isabeau shrugs at her, not really caring what Ava thought of the relationship, "I think we definitely need help."
Inside an abandoned cabin, Dean is tied to a chair, and Gordon is holding the phone to his ear, "Hello?" Dean answers.
"Dean!" Isabeau exclaims.
"Isabeau, I've been looking for you and Sam." Dean tells her.
Isabeau sighs, "Yeah, sorry about that. Look, we're in Indiana, uh Lafayette."
"I know."
Isabeau frowns, "You do?"
"Yeah, I talked to Ellen. Just got here myself. It's a real funky town. You ditched me, Sweetheart." Dean says.
Isabeau's eye twitches, "Yeah, I'm sorry. Look, right now there's someone after us."
"What? Who?"
"I don't know, that's what we need to find out. Where are you?" Isabeau asks.
"I'm staying at, uh, 5637 Monroe St. Why don't you meet me here?" Dean asks.
Isabeau swallows, "Yeah. Sure." She hangs up.
Gordon hangs up the phone, "Now, was that so hard?"
"Bite me." Dean says.
Isabeau is putting her phone away, and she looks up at Sam, worried.
"What is it?" Ava asks, concerned.
"My boyfriends' in trouble." Isabeau answers.
"What?"
Isabeau huffs, "Funky town, Sam." She tells him.
Sam huffs, now just as worried as Isabeau, "He gave us a codeword. Someone's got a gun on him." Sam says as Isabeau pulls out a pad of stationary from the motel room, writing down the address Dean told her. She hands it to Sam.
"Codeword?" Ava asks.
Sam nods, "Yeah," He points at Isabeau, taking the stationary, "Like she said, 'Funky town'." He pauses when Ava gives them a look, "Well, he thought of it. It's kind of a… long story. I... come on."
Gordon has his back to Dean as he opens a canvas bag and starts pulling out weapons.
"So Gordy. I know me, Isabeau and Sam ain't exactly your favorite people, but don't you think this is a little extreme?" Dean asks.
"Oh, you think this is revenge?" Gordon asks, loading a gun.
"Well, we did leave you tied up in your own mess for three days." Dean laughs, "Which was awesome. Sorry, I shouldn't laugh."
Gordon nods, "Yeah. I was definitely planning on whuppin' your ass for that."
Dean hums, "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 and girlfriends' fair game."
He loads another gun as Dean stares at him, shocked.
Sam, Isabeau and Ava approach her blue VW beetle. "I don't think I should leave." Ava says.
"We want you out of harm's way, Ava." Isabeau tells her.
Ava looks at the two, "What about you?"
"Harm's way doesn't really bother us." Sam tells her.
Ava stops turning to them, "No, but you are walking right into my vision. I mean, this is how you die." She looks at Isabeau, "And you, don't you want to stop that from happening?"
Isabeau bites her lip, "Of course I do, but…" She shares a look with Sam, "But it doesn't matter. It's my other boyfriend and his brother. I wouldn't be able to stop Sam from doing this no matter how hard I try."
"Maybe I could help!" Ava suggests with a smile.
Sam shakes his head, "You've done all you can. Just, just go back to your fiance."
Ava turns around to her car, "Are you sure?"
Isabeau nods, opening Ava's door, "Yes, we're sure. Go home, Ava. You'll be safe there."
Ava gets in her car and Isabeau closes the door for her, "Well, just... promise me you'll call, then. I mean, when you get your boyfriend and his brother, just to let me know that everything's all right."
Sam smiles weakly, wrapping an arm around Isabeau, "We promise."
Gordon is leaning against a pillar, cradling a rifle and speaking casually, "See, I was doing an exorcism down in Louisiana. Teenage girl. It 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, you got the right tools."
"And what happened to the girl it was possessing?" Dean asks.
"She didn't make it."
Dean shakes his head, "Well, you're a son of a bitch."
Gordon stares, stands, and slaps him, "That's my momma you're talking about."
Gordon holds up a finger, continuing, "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 glares at him.
"But you know the biggest kick in the ass?" Gordon asks, "This demon said I knew one of them. Our very own Sammy Winchester."
Dean chuckles, "Oh, this is… this is a whole new level of moronic, even for you."
Gordon smiles, "Yeah? Come on, Dean. I know. About Sam's visions. I know everything."
"Really? Because a demon told you?" Dean laughs, "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 crosses to the corner and sits, "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?" Dean asks.
"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." Gordon cocks the rifle.
"You think Sam's stupid enough to walk through that front door?" Dean glares at him.
"No, I don't. Especially since I'm sure you found a way to warn him through Isabeau. Ha. You really think I'm that stupid?"
Dean raises his eyebrows meaningfully; Gordon stands and starts 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-" He takes a grenade from his bag, "Boom."
Dean shakes his head, "Sam's not gonna fall for a friggin' tripwire."
"Maybe you're right. That's why I'll have a second one." Gordon pauses, walking over to Dean, "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's jaw clenches.
Gordon then chuckles, "And I almost forgot… Isabeau."
"You do anything to her and I swear-"
Gordon chuckles again, "Oh, I'm not gonna kill her… not yet anyways. You see, Isabeau intrigues me. A hybrid; half witch, half fire elemental. Though now fire and lightning?"
Dean glares at him as he takes a seat, "You see that demon also told me something else. It told me about Isabeau. How she's special, no demon can kill her or make deals with her because their boss told them not to. Interesting, don't you think? Why does hell want to keep her alive?"
"I find it even more interesting that you and your brother knew what Isabeau was and you never once hunted her." Gordon pauses, "Though I can see why. Isabeau is one of a kind among hunters and the supernatural. Again, it's a shame. I really liked her."
Night falls and Gordon is setting up the tripwire across the back doorway. He returns to the room where Dean is tied up and straddles a chair.
Dean looks back at him, "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. And Isabeau, she's good Gordon, she fights for humanity, she kills her own kind to keep people safe."
"Maybe you're right. But one day he's going to be a monster. And if she's not taken care of, Isabeau might become one too." Gordon says.
"How? Huh? How's a guy like Sam become a monster? Isabeau's got the biggest heart out of all of us, she's nowhere near being a monster." Dean defends.
"Beats me. But he will and so will Isabeau."
"No, you don't know that!" Dean shouts.
Gordon looks over at Dean, "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 or Isabeau." Dean grunts out.
Gordon places a hand on Dean's shoulder, "Yes it is. You just can't see it yet. Dean, it's his destiny. Might be Isabeau's too. Look, I'm sympathetic. He's your brother and she's your girlfriend, you love them. This has got to hurt like hell for you."
He reaches into his bag and pulls out a scarf, stands, "But here's the thing." He gags Dean with the scarf, "It would've wreck them. 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 glares furiously at him.
"Then again, he let Isabeau go in the first place. Maybe he was blinded, just like you."
Sam and Isabeau approach the cabin, Sam holding up the sheet of motel stationery.
Isabeau and Sam share a knowing look and Isabeau's eyes glow a light violet. Isabeau turns into a bolt of lightning, flowing into exposed electrical wire.
Sam looks through the boarded up window and sees Dean, and Gordon, then runs around back. He tries the door and finds it locked, so he pulls out his lockpick and works it open.
The clicks from the door can be heard in the front room and Dean looks around wildly. "Ya hear them?" Gordon asks.
In the back room, Sam gets the door open and creeps in.
"Here they come."
Dean flinches helplessly as the first grenade explodes. He screams at Gordon through his gag.
"Hold on. Not yet. Just wait and see." Gordon says calmly.
As the second grenade goes off, Dean struggles violently, choke-sobbing through the gag. Gordon crosses the room and stops beside him, "Sorry, Dean."
He goes into the back room, rifle ready. He sees Sam's smoking boots on the ground, just like in Ava's. He smiles, but is still wary.
As he turns away from the back door, Sam raises a gun to the back of Gordon's head and cocks it, "Drop the gun." Sam warns.
"Shouldn't take your shoes off around here. You might get tetanus." Gordon says.
"Put it down now!"
In the front room, Dean turns, hearing Sam's voice, and grunts in relief.
Out back, Gordon slowly lowers 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 wouldn't be so sure." Sam says.
"See, that's what I said." Gordon turns quickly, knocking the gun out of Sam's hand and attacks him methodically until he goes down.
In the front room, Dean hears the scuffle and struggles against the ropes, groaning in frustration. A small crackle of lightning stops Dean from struggling.
He looks over to an exposed wire as little tendrils of lightning emit from it. A larger bolt of lightning flares out from the wiring and Isabeau reforms into her original form in a crouched position.
Dean grunts out in relief to see Isabeau. She looks up at him and hushes him, putting a finger to her kips, her eyes still glowing a light violet. She moves slowly to the back as Gordon and Sam fight, unaware of her presence.
Gordon slowly approaches Sam, who's flat on his back, coughing. Gordon pulls out his knife, "You're no better than the filthy things you hunt."
As Gordon raises the knife, Isabeau lashes out, pulling Gordon away from Sam. Gordon whips around, punching Isabeau once and then a second time, before she grabs both of his hands that are trying to hit her.
She glares at him as blood pours from her busted lip and nose, "Don't you ever fuck with my boyfriends." She throws Gordon over her shoulder, and straddles him. She punches him twice, then gets up, grabbing the rifle and points it at his head.
Gordon stares up at her glowing eyes, "Do it. Do it! Show your boyfriends the killer you really are, Beau."
Isabeau hesitates, then slams the butt of the rifle into Gordon's head, knocking him out.
She fumes, eyes glowing brighter, "It's Isabeau."
Isabeau throws the rifle off to the side and helps Sam up. Sam shuffles exhausted into the room with the help of Isabeau to where Dean is tied up. Dean looks up emotionally as he watches Sam and Isabeau approach.
Sam claps him on the shoulder as he and Isabeau kneel beside him, untying the ropes. Dean pulls off his own gag frantically, stands, and pulls Sam up to standing, grabbing Isabeau as well.
He cups his hand around Sam's neck, staring at him closely, cataloging his injuries, and Sam nods at him.
Dean looks at Isabeau, cupping her cheek with one of his hands softly, staring at her closely as well, taking in her injuries which weren't as bad as Sam's, but still worrisome. Isabeau smiles at him, reassuring him that she was fine.
Sam claps a hand to Dean's shoulder and Dean wheels around to head to the back room, "That son of a…"
"Dean. No." Sam stops him.
Dean turns, "I let him live once. I'm not making the same mistake twice."
Isabeau snorts and then winces because it hurts, "Trust me. Gordon's taken care of. Come on."
Sam reaches out and fists Dean's jacket, pulling him towards the front door.
Sam, Isabeau and Dean walk, well Sam staggers, down the steps from the cabin and away from it.
Moments later Gordon emerges, a gun in each hand, and begins firing. Sam, Isabeau and Dean duck and run for cover.
"Come on!" Dean shouts as they run, "You call this taken care of?"
They dive into a ditch by the side of the road and huddle, watching him approach, "What the hell are we doing?" Dean pulls Isabeau into his chest, blocking her from any possible openings.
"Just trust us on this, all right?" Sam begs.
As Gordon approaches, three police cars, sirens blaring, pull into the clearing and surround Gordon. Cops emerge, weapons ready, "Drop your weapons! Get down on your knees!"
"Do it, now!" Another cop shouts.
Sam, Isabeau and Dean grin at each other as Gordon drops to his knees and glares in their direction.
"Put your hands on your head. Easy now." The second cop orders.
The cop cuffs Gordon and pats him down, then leads him to a squad car. Another opens the back door of Gordon's red car and pulls out the weapons rack.
Isabeau licks her lips with a smug smile, "Anonymous tip." She pops the 'p' at the end with a small giggle.
"You're fine upstanding citizens, you two." Dean says, smiling at the both of them.
Inside Harvelle's Roadhouse, Ellen is on the phone, talking to Dean and keeping her voice down, "Gordon Walker was hunting Sam and Isabeau?"
On the side of the road, Dean is on the phone, outside while Sam and Isabeau are in the car, looking at Sam's own cellphone.
"Yeah, he almost killed us all because somebody over there can't keep their friggin' mouth shut." Dean exclaims, pissed.
"And you honestly think that it was me? Or Ash? Or Jo? No way." Ellen firmly says.
"Well, who else knows about Sam and Isabeau, huh?" Dean turns to look at them in the car, "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. And that's also my goddaughter you're talking about, Dean. I would never, ever put her in harm's way." Ellen tells him.
"Gordon said he had Roadhouse connections, Ellen."
Ellen glances over at some of the hunters sitting at the bar, "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."
Ellen sighs, "I am sorry about what happened, Dean. But I can't control these people. Or what they choose to believe."
Dean is driving down the road while Sam is talking on his phone, "Hey, Ava, it's Sam. Again. Um, call me or Isabeau when you get this, just want to make sure you got home okay. All right. Bye."
Dean glances over, "Everything all right?"
"Yeah, I hope so." Sam says, hanging up.
"Well, Gordon should be reaching for the soap for the next few years at least." Dean says with a grin.
Isabeau nods, "Yeah. If they pin Scott Carey's murder on him. And if he doesn't bust out."
Dean squeezes Isabeau's thigh with his hand that was resting there and glances over, "Dude, you ever take off like that again…"
"What? You'll kill me?" Sam asks with a smile. Isabeau rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
"That is so not funny." Dean groans.
Sam laughs, "All right. All right. So where to next, then?"
"One word: Amsterdam." Dean says with a smile.
"Dean!" Isabeau warns.
Dean squeezes her thigh again, "Come on, sweetheart, I hear the coffeeshops don't even serve coffee."
"I'm not just gonna ditch the job." Sam says.
"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's bad luck. Isabeau's the one good thing that's ever come out of it." Dean exclaims.
A small smile makes its way onto Isabeau's face by Dean's last sentence. The same was for her. She was lucky to have her coven and her boys because of hunting.
Sam hesitates, "Well, come on, dude, you're a hunter. I mean, it's what you were meant to do."
Dean shakes his head, "Ah, 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."
Sam sighs, "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."
Dean looks at him, "I can try."
"Thanks for that." Sam says quietly and Dean nods.
"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." Sam says.
"Bitch."
"Jerk."
Isabeau rolls her eyes, "Morons."
They all grin. Sam throws an arm over Isabeau's shoulder, "And what about?"Sam asks.
Isabeau hums, "Wherever you guys go, I'll be happy to follow. Besides, I still have questions that need answers, but I will figure them out with my two, beautiful and hot boyfriends. As long as they have my back?" She asks with a smile.
Sam chuckles, pulling her closer as Dean's hand raises a little higher on Isabeau's thigh, "Beau, we'll have your back and be with you to the ends of the earth." Sam says.
After a beat, Isabeau frowns and picks up her phone.
"You calling that Ava girl again? Be careful, Sweetheart, you're gonna make us jealous." Dean teases.
Isabeau rolls her eyes, "She's engaged, Dean. If I wanted some girl on girl action, coven is on speed dial."
Dean purses his lips with a small smirk. Girl on girl action, huh?
Isabeau hangs up, scowling in thought.
Dean looks over at her, "What?
Isabeau bites her lip, "Just a feeling. How far is it to Peoria?"
Sam, Isabeau and Dean break and enter Ava's house, with flashlights lighting their way. "Hello? Is anybody home?"Sam calls out.
They go into the bedroom to find Ava's fiance dead, face-up on the bed; his shirt and the sheets are soaked in blood.
Isabeau covers her mouth in shock, "Oh my god."
Dean runs a finger along the windowsill, staring at the powdery substance collected there, "Hey." Sam and Isabeau turn and Dean holds up his fingers, "Sulfur. Demon's been here."
Sam sees something on the floor and kneels, picking it up. It is Ava's engagement ring, "Ava." He whispers.
Finally got this done! Thank god. I'm very excited for the next episode "Playthings". I'm going to have so much fun writing that. It's honestly one of my favorite episodes from season 2. Also, I don't know if you saw it yet, but I put out a new story called "Everything In-Between (Party of Three Snippets)". These are just a collection of short little drabbles that take place either in between episodes or during episodes throughout the series and it will be updated a little slower than the actual series itself. Please go check it out!
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