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SEA 2 EP 32 HUNTED

Bridget found herself standing alongside a fence with Sam and Dean. The car had become unbearably stuffy with the silence and none could take it any longer. Now they stood along the rivers edge on the side of an empty road.

"Before Dad died," Dean started. "He told me something…something about you, Sam."

"What?" Sam asked. "What did he say?"

"He said that he…he wanted me to watch out for you," Dean looked away. "Take care of you."

Sam shook his head, "He told you that a million times."

"No, this time it was different," Dean said and bit his lip. Bridget could tell it was bothering him. "He said I have to save you."

Even she frowned with Sam. "Save me from what?"

"He just said that I have to save you. Nothing else mattered and if I couldn't…"

"What, Dean?" Sam asked.

"I'd have to kill you," he looked directly at Sam. "He said I'd have to kill you, Sammy."

"Kill me?" Sam's eyes welled up with tears.

"Why?" Bridget asked.

"I don't know," Dean shrugged.

"I mean, he must've 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? What else did he say, Dean?" Sam asked.

"Nothing. That's it. I swear."

"How could you not have told me this?"

"Because he was dead and he begged me not to!"

"Who cares? Take some responsibility for yourself, Dean! You had no right to keep this from me!"

Dean straightened up angrily. "You think I wanted this? Huh? I wish to God he'd never opened his mouth! And I wouldn't have to walk around with this screaming in my head all day!"

Sam slumped against the fence. "We've just gotta figure out what's going on then, what the hell all this means."

"We will," Bridget said. "We'll figure this out. What's going on with you. We should lay low so it's safer."

"What? That I don't turn evil? That I don't turn into some kind of killer?

"Neither of us said that," Bridget told him.

Sam shook his head, "Jeez, if you're not careful, you will have to waste me one day, Dean."

"I never said that! Damn it, Sam, this whole thing is spinning out of control! You're immune to some weirdo demon virus like Bridget is except she's born with it, and I don't even know what the hell anymore. And you're pissed at me, and I get it. That's fine, I deserve it. But we lay low until we figure out our next move, okay?"

"Whatever…why aren't you worried about Bridget going psycho."

"Because I wasn't possessed by some yellow eyed demons game and him and his demon buddies can't touch me much. So don't drag me into this," she said bitterly.

"Forget it," he said.

"Sam, please, man," Dean grabbed his brother's shoulders. "Hey, please. Just give us more time. I'm begging you here. Please."

He nodded his head.

"God, I wish Dad were still here. He'd know what to do."

Bridget cleared her throat. "I…I have something I need to come clean about too…" she licked her suddenly dry lips. "I knew John was going to do it…I saw it."

Sam looked at her. "You knew and you didn't tell me?"

"He didn't want me to when I confronted him about it. You had left and I went in his room and I confronted him."

"You didn't stop him?" Dean asked.

"You don't think I tried!" she said angrily, tears in her eyes. "I told him not to, but I couldn't stop your dad from saving you, his oldest son. I couldn't do a damn thing but let him go. You know that everything I draw is sealed in stone. There is no stopping it."

Dean's eyes lit up a bit. "How many drawing books you have?"

"A few."

"How far back do you have them to?"

"I don't know. I have a box with about six or seven books. You thinking I might have drawn something useful?"

He nodded, "Yeah, I think you might have."

Bridget tapped her fingers against the side panel in the Impala. She was as pissed off as Dean to wake up and find Sam missing. But thanks to Ellen they were at least on his trail and when she saw him she was going to kick his ass. She'd let Dean have first dibs but then it was her turn.

"I can't believe he's this stupid," Dean said.

"I can, he's your brother."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Means he's stupid. One big stupid idiot."

"Hey, just cause he's on break with you doesn't make him stupid."

Bridget gave him a pointed look.

"Okay, makes him a little stupid."

They pulled up to the hotel and saw Sam through the parted curtain window. "Oh thank God you're okay," Dean sighed seeing him. Sam moved out of the way and a girl was standing there.

Bridget's eyes widened. "Who's she?"

"Okay, so he is stupid."

Suddenly the window shattered. Bridget's eyes widened, "What the hell?"

She got out of the car with Dean as another bullet went through the window of the hotel. She followed the trail up and saw someone on the roof with a sniper gun. She ran not checking to see if Dean was following her and took the ladder up to the roof. She climbed up and was on her feet and she gasped recognizing the shooter.

"Hey Gordon!" Bridget shouted and kicked with her foot catching him in the chin. Dean was on him before she had a chance, punching away.

"You shoot my brother, I'll kill you," Dean growled.

She saw Gordon reaching for the rifle but was too slow to grab it. He hit Dean in the face with it, knocking him out and pointed it at her. "You think you can get to me before I put a bullet in you."

"You think I care?" she glared back taking a step forward.

He turned the gun toward Dean and she froze. He smiled. "Yeah, I figured you'd stop if I pointed it at him. Now get on your knees and put your hands behind your head before I use him for target practice."

Bridget did so, glaring at him the whole time.

"That's a good little girl," he flipped the gun around and knocked her upside the hit. She fell back unconscious.

"Ow," she groaned as she came to and lifted her head up. They were in a beat up building of some sort. She moved her arm and found she was restricted. She looked down and saw she was tied to a chair. "Great."

"You okay, Bridge?"

She looked over and saw Dean sitting next to her. "I'm peachy. How long was I out?"

"About ten minutes," Gordon answered. She didn't bother to turn her head and look at him.

"Well that's not enough time for me to wake up and like you," she said.

"I can always knock you out again."

"Why don't you untie me and we'll go about that the fair way? We'll see who wins," she sneered.

"So feisty," he smiled. Dean's phone began to ring. "Opp, part of my plan." He grabbed a strand of duct tape and ripped it off, sticking it to Bridget's mouth as she tried to struggle. "Can't have you talking in the background and ruining it or I'll kill Dean."

She sat there as Dean had the conversation with Sam and kept her face neutral as he said the word "funky town". It meant someone had a gun on him and she knew Sam caught on to that.

"Was that so hard?" Gordon asked hanging up the phone.

"Bite me."

He reached over to Bridget and ripped the tape from her mouth.

"Shit!" she swore as it stung.

Dean sighed as Gordon stood across cleaning his gun, leaning against the table. "Gordy, I know me, Bridge and Sam ain't exactly your favorite people, but don't you think this is a little extreme?"

"What? You think this is revenge?"

"Well," Bridget sighed. "We did leave you tied up in your own mess for three days…which was awesome," she chuckled. "Sorry. I shouldn't laugh." A smile broke over her face and she snickered again.

"Yeah. I was definitely planning on whoopin' your ass for that."

"I'm sure," Dean nodded.

He shook his head. "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 slid a cartilage into the gun. "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. Now, 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 if you've got the right tools."

"And what happened to the girl?" Bridget asked.

"She didn't make it."

Dean shook his head, "Well you're a son of a bitch."

Gordon walked across and hit him across the face. "That's my mama you're talking about." He walked back over to the table with a smirk. "Anyway, this demon tells me they have 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 you've gotta be to turn against your own race. But you know the biggest kick in the ass? This demon said I knew one of 'em –- our very own Sammy Winchester."

"Oh this is a whole new level of moronic even for you," Dean chuckled.

"Yeah, come on Dean. I know about Sam's visions."

"Yeah, you also know about my dreams but you didn't want me."

"You're not one of them," he told her.

"So you think this demon wasn't lying?" Dean asked with a laugh.

"Hey, Dean. I'm not some reckless yahoo, okay? I did my homework. Made damn sure it was true. Look, you got your Roadhouse connections, I got mine. It's how I found Sammy in the first place. About a month ago, I found another one of these freaks here in town. He could deep-fry a person just by touching them," he said.

"Yeah. Did he kill anyone?"

"Besides Mr. Tinkles, the cat? No. But he was working up to it. They're all gonna be killers, Dean. We've gotta take 'em all out. And that means Sammy, too."

"You think Sam is stupid enough to walk through the front door?" Bridget asked. She also hoped in that moment he wasn't stupid enough to do just that.

"No, I don't. Especially since I'm sure you found a way to warn him. You really think I'm that stupid?"

"Is that rhetorical?" Bridget asked.

He ignored her and went on, "No…Sammy's gonna scope the place first, see me covering the front door. So he's gonna take the back. And when he does, he'll hit the tripwire. Then…boom."

"Sam is not gonna fall for a tripwire," Dean said.

"Maybe you're right," he reached into a bag and took out a device. "That's why I have another one."

"Oh God," Bridget mumbled, knowing exactly what he was going to do as he set it.

"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," Gordon told Dean.

"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," Dean said panicking a bit.

"Maybe you're right, but one day he's gonna be a monster."

"How?" Bridget asked. "How is a guy like Sam going to be a monster?"

"Beats me," he shrugged. "But he will."

"You don't know that," Dean argued angrily.

Gordon gave him a disappointed look. "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 cruisin' around in that car of yours, and you had Little Hitler riding shotgun, right? Back when he was just some goofy, crappy artist. But you knew what he was gonna turn into someday. You'd take him out, no questions, am I right?"

Dean glared and Bridget tried to hide the fear in her eyes for partially seeing the truth in that. She had drawn Sam with dark eyes. Dean shook his head. "That's not Sam."

Gordon shrugged. "Yes, it is. You just can't see it yet. Dean, it's his destiny. Look…I'm sympathetic with both of you. He's your brother," he looked at Bridget. "He's your sex object. You both love the guy. This has gotta hurt like hell for you two. But here's the thing," he taped Dean's mouth shut then Bridget's despite her struggle against it. "You would've wrecked him. But your Dad? If it really came right down to it, he would've had the stones to do the right thing here. But you're telling me…you're not the man he is? I think Bridget could kill him before you could."

Gordon tilted his head as he heard the back door moving. "You hear him?" The door pushed open. "Here he comes." An explosion went off in the room over and Bridget screamed past the tape just as Dean did, swearing though no one could hear it. Gordon smiled. "On no, not yet. Wait for it." Another explosion sounded. His smile fell as he saw the tears in her eyes and Dean's. "I'm sorry."

She glared at him, wishing her looks could kill and turned her head to watch him walk into the broken room. Dean struggled to get out of his chair and she pulled against her own restraints. She could feel the rope digging into her skin. She turned her head to look at the knots and concentrated on them. The top part came undone, squirming itself loose from the hole of the rope. She wiggled harder finding it easier to move but not enough to completely get the ropes off.

She turned her head back as a figure came from the room and found it to be Sam, a bit beat up but not dead. She let out a sigh of relief as he removed the tape from her mouth.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," she nodded as he let her out of the confinements and he moved over to let Dean loose.

Dean was quick to hug his brother. "You're okay," he turned to go into the room to kill Gordon. Sam grabbed his arm. "Dean no."

"I let him live once I'm not gonna make that mistake again."

"Trust me. Gordon's taken care of. Come on."

The three left the building walking towards the car. "I can't believe we-"

Gunshots started firing cutting Bridget off as they ducked, running.

"You call this taken care of?" Dean asked Sam. He grabbed them both, ducking behind a log.

"Trust me," he repeated. As the words left his mouth, Gordon was surrounded by cop cars. They watched as he was handcuffed and put into a car.

Sam smiled, "Anonymous tip."

"You're an upstanding citizen, Sam," Bridget giggled.

They got into the Impala and started driving off. Sam made a call on his phone and his face was lined with worry. "Ava. It's Sam again. Call me back as soon as you get this."

Bridget raised an eyebrow. "Everything all right?"

"Yeah. I hope so…she's like me," Sam explained.

"Well, Gordon should be reaching for the soap for the next few years," Dean smirked.

"Yeah, if they pin Scott's murder on him. And if he doesn't bust out," Sam said listing the possibilities that were sure to happen.

Dean looked at him. "Dude, if you ever take off like that again…"

"What? You'll kill me?" he joked.

"Not funny," Bridget mumbled as Sam laughed.

"All right, so where to next?" he asked.

"One word – Amsterdam," Dean said.

"Dean…" Sam trailed off.

"Come on. I hear the coffee houses are great."

"I'm not quitting the job."

Dean shook his head, "Screw the job. Screw it, man. I'm sick of the job anyway. We don't get paid, we don't get thanked. The only thing we get is bad luck."

"You're a hunter. It's what you're meant to do."

"I'd kill to go back to designing clothes," Bridget mumbled. "But it's not meant to be."

"No," Dean said. "I don't believe that. Anything can be. I don't believe in that destiny crap."

"You mean my destiny," Sam corrected him.

"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," Sam said.

"But like hell we won't try," Bridget added.

"Thanks for that," Sam said to her. "I'm gonna keep hunting. Whatever's coming I'm facing it head on. So, if you both really wanna watch my back, then I guess you're gonna have to stick around."

"Bitch," Dean mumbled.

"Jerk," Sam smiled.

"Dumbasses," Bridget put in.

Sam picked up his phone. "Are you calling her again?" Bridget asked.

"It's nothing, Bridge. She's engaged. How far is Peoria?"

"Why?"

"Just a feeling…"

They entered the house slowly. "Hello?" Sam called out. "Anybody home?"

Bridget's necklace became warm against her skin. She touched it with a frown, following the pulsing sensation to a door and pushed it open. Her mouth dropped open. "Oh my God…Sam, Dean…"

On the bed was Ava's fiancé, very much dead as proved the blood all over the walls. Bridget walked to the window as they took it in and touched the yellow residue. "It's sulfur. A demon was here."

Sam took a step forward and paused picking something off the ground. "Ava's engagement ring…"

Bridget was starting things were going from bad to worse very fast.