Anything But Normal
Part 20
Present Day
After dinner, Dean was tucking in Katie. "You salted everything?" the little girl asked.
"Yes, I promise. Absolutely nothing will come out of your closet or into your room with all the salt I put in here." Dean smiled.
"You're sure?" the scared little girl asked. She had the same fears every child did. She was afraid of the thing in her closet. Dean wanted to give her a .45 just in case, but Liz wouldn't allow him to. He wondered if she'd change her mind now.
"I am absolutely positive." Dean said. His daughter had a good sense of when something was going on. They didn't explain anything about the Yellow Eyed Demon to Katie, but the smart little girl could tell that it was something bad. Dean knew that she could tell, but he tried to act as if everything was normal. Even though tonight he'd put down a lot more salt than usual. Dean pulled up the blanket, covered in drawings of butterflies and flowers, and kissed her forehead. "Now tomorrow morning, Uncle Sammy and I are leaving for a few weeks."
"Where are you going?"
"We have to go hunting. We might not be back for a while."
"Do you have to? Mommy is always sad when you're hunting."
"She told you that?"
"No, she pretends she isn't sad, but she isn't good at pretending."
"Well then, you're just going to have to take care of her when I'm gone, okay?"
"Okay. I'm gonna miss you."
Dean hugged his daughter. "I'm gonna miss you too. I love you. Always remember that, okay? I love you."
"I love you too, Daddy."
"You promise you'll always remember that?"
"I promise."
"Good. Now get to sleep. You have school tomorrow."
September 2007
"Sam, you've come to save your demonic sister?" Gordon said darkly.
"Yeah, something like that." Sam had a shot gun aimed at Gordon.
"Gonna shoot me, Sammy?" Gordon asked tauntingly. "I though you said you weren't a killer."
"First off, it's Sam." Sam pulled the trigger. "Second, I'm not gonna kill you." The bullet had only gone into his arm. "I'm just going to beat the living hell out of you, and then I'll turn you into the cops."
Gordon was hunched over, clutching his left arm in pain. "You'll die before you get the chance."
Gordon was a fighter. He didn't let the pain stop him. Gordon tackled Sam to the ground. Punches were exchanged. Eventually Sam pinned him to the ground, but got Gordon was able to flip Sam over and pin him down. Before Sam could do anything, Gordon whipped out a dagger and held it against Sam's throat.
Suddenly, Gordon felt himself being pulled off of Sam and thrown against a wall. "I meant it when I said stay the hell away from my brother." Dean said in a deep, protective tone.
"Well now it's a party. You know what Sam and Liz are, Dean. I know Sam opened the Gates. Liz over there probably helped, didn't you?"
"I wasn't aware that they were even around when the gates were opened." Liz said groggily with her eyes half open. She'd been fighting losing consciousness since Gordon sliced her stomach open.
"Sure you weren't, bitch."
Dean threw a right hook that hit Gordon square in the jaw.
"Wasn't aware that you cared so much about your whores, Dean."
Gordon fought back, but after a couple of minutes Dean had managed to kick him right where he'd been shot. Gordon yelled out in pain, but still tried to tackle Dean. It was useless. He'd lost far too much blood and was becoming weaker every minute. Dean was able to get Gordon in a headlock and rammed his head into the cement wall of the basement.
"Oh this brings back fond memories, doesn't it?" Dean jeered. He was referring to the first time he and Sam met Gordon in Red Lodge, Montana. "Now let's get some things straight. Lizzie is not–" Dean banged Gordon's head into the wall. "–a whore. Sam and Lizzie are not–" Dean banged his head into the wall again "going to turn evil. And you, Gordy, most definitely are–" Dean banged Gordon's head into the wall one last time. "–a mother fucking pain in the ass that just won't go away."
Gordon managed to slip out of Dean's grip and stumbled backwards a bit. He could barely stand up straight. "What are you gonna do, Dean? Kill me? You'll be just as bad as these two."
"Oh, if it was up to me you would've been bug food a long time ago, but Sam isn't a killer. For some reason he wants to keep your sorry ass alive. Something about morals. Personally, I don't get it. But anyway, once you lose consciousness we'll just drop you off in front of the police station, and you'll go back to being someone's bitch." Dean said smugly.
"I'm sorry Dean, but that just isn't going to happen." Gordon said as he pulled out a small hand gun and pulled the trigger.
The bullet would have gone through Dean's chest, and most likely it would have killed him. It would have if the bullet had hit him, but it didn't. He didn't move. It should have hit him, but instead Gordon was lying dead on the ground with a bullet in his skull. Dean looked across the basement to Sam who was carrying Liz in his arms. She was covered in her blood. She looked horrified and tired and the same time. Suddenly her head fell back as she slipped into unconsciousness.
A/N: Um...Sorry? I know it's been over a month, but I have a life (well, no. Not really. Just a school which I attend and plan to graduate from. Which may or may not count as a life.). You know what really sucks? Supernatural killed off Gordon just before I did. I mean, they totally stole my thunder. I've had this planned since June! lol(Yeah, I know the whole story pretty much chapter by chapter. It's just a matter of getting it all down on paper and typing it up for you guys) Hopefully the next chapter will be up in just a couple weeks. So anyway, what did you think? Let me know!