A/N: Well what do you know? I updated a little sooner this time. LOL As always, huge thanks to LovinJackson and Deb for putting up with my constant questions and worrying about things. Without you guys, this part wouldn't be as good. Also, I have a dear friend who has recently put her first Supernatural fic on here...go check it out, leave her some love. The story is looking awesome already. You can find it at h t t p:// w w w. f a n f i c t i o n. n e t / s / 4 0 9 7 9 9 8/ 1 put all that together for it to work of course. I also have a new vid up at Youtube...my account link is in my bio section.

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The cans and bottles were all sat neatly in a line along the fence. Sam was sat at a reasonable distance from them, checking over his gun, making sure that nothing would jam or misfire. Not that he expected it too. Dad and Dean had both drummed gun safety and maintenance into him from a young age, even when Dad had to help Sam lift it and hold the thing steady. It was ingrained in him now…but still, he checked and double checked.

Because he wasn't the one firing it today. It was Elise and Sam wanted to be sure it would safe for her.

" You know, you've checked that at least a dozen times now, Sam." Elise smiled. She was sat a few feet from Sam on the grass, idly making a daisy chain with the wild flowers around her and thinking how funny it was that she hadn't done anything like that since she was a kid.

" I know. I just want to be sure, that's all."

" Mate, if you're any surer about it? We'll be collecting pensions before I get to fire off a round." Elise laughed, slipping one daisy chain over her wrist, before getting to her feet and taking Sam's hand, slipping a daisy chain over his wrist.

Sam gave Elise a bemused smile, holding up his wrist. "What's this?"

" A Daisy chain, what does it look like?"

" I meant, why am I wearing one?"

"What? Too much of a tough guy to been seen wearing such a bold fashion statement?" Elise placed her hands her hips, a teasing smile on her face.

Sam felt his face growing hot. "No! No…that's not what I…" His sentence died off as he saw Elise clamp a hand over her mouth, fighting to contain her laughter. "And you're totally fooling around with me, aren't you?"

Elise nodded, laughter peppering her words as she spoke, " I couldn't resist…" She reached out to take the daisy chain from Sam's wrist, smiling at how tiny it looked there. It came as a surprise, when Sam pulled his hand away and took a step, smiling.

"I never said I was going to going to take it off. Now you ready to show me how you handle a gun?"

Elise looked up at Sam and held out her hand for the gun. "If you've finished checking it?"

"Oh, ha ha. Now the safety is on, but be careful." Sam told her as he handed it over. Elise made sure she was gripping it properly as she turned to face the fence. She tried to hold the gun up one handed, standing side on in a classic movie pose. Sam couldn't help but smile, seeing how the gun was wavering due to its weight.

"Here. Let me help…" Sam stepped up behind Elise, turning her slightly until she was face on with her target. He slid her other arm up, so she had one hand holding the gun, the other was cupped underneath for support. Standing in that position, Sam had his hands still on Elise's, his body pressed against hers. She smelt softly of strawberry body lotion and vanilla scented shampoo, distracting Sam immensely as he found himself thinking about running his fingers through her short hair and over her body. With a mental kick, he brought himself back to the task at hand.

Sam leaned in closer, so that he was speaking quietly into Elise's ear. "Alright, the safety is on the side here. Now when you're ready, flick that off and gently squeeze the trigger."

Elise found it hard to concentrate with Sam so close to her. He was so warm and she couldn't help but feel safe and secure with his arms around her. Did he know he had this effect on her? Elise was sure Sam didn't…and it only made him more appealing. There was no doubt in Elise's mind that Dean would have played this moment up completely, taking advantage of his proximity. That was the difference with these brothers that Elise had quickly picked up on and it was what had drawn her to Sam in the first place. No matter what she had seen before, how much of the darker side of Sam she had seen…she had seen this side of him underneath it all.

"Hey…earth to Elise? You okay? If you're nervous…we can do this another time?"

Elise was pulled from her thoughts, her face flushing red. " No…I'm good. Sorry, I kind of vagued out there for a minute. So I just squeeze the trigger?" The gun jumped slightly in her hands and on the fence line, a bottle shattered.

Elise let out a squeal of delight and bounced lightly on the ball of her heels. " I did it!! Bloody hell!! Did you see that!!"

Sam laughed, his arms still around Elise. "You're a natural." His gaze met Elise's as she turned in his arms and looked up at him, the pair holding the look for several heartbeats before Sam cupped a hand to Elise's cheek and leaned in, his lips brushing Elise's softly….

Her heart was racing instantly, but even more so when Sam suddenly let out a gasp of pain, buckling at the knees and curling into himself as he hit the grass.

"Sam! Sam, what is it? What's wrong?" Elise knelt on the ground and pulled Sam to her, cradling his head in her lap, stroking his hair and trying not to panic. "Sam?"

Sam couldn't answer Elise. His head was feeling like it was being crushed, white hot pain ripping through it as he shivered, gritting his teeth against the pain. All he could see in his mind's eye, was Dean tied to a chair, bleeding and screaming in pain……

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The cemetery was deceivingly quiet now. Seemingly at peace again. John had made several sweeps of the place, banking and rolling, enjoying the chance to truly spread his wings and cover some ground. It brought home to him how much he had missed the damn things when they had been torn off his back. The itchiness, the uncomfortableness that had plagued him over the last few days as his wings had regrown, was gone and John felt like he was himself again. It was a strange realisation that the wings really were a part of him now, but one that John was willing to accept.

The bodies of Jake, Ava and Lily were laid out in a shallow grave that John had dug. He would have to go back to the motel to get some salt and lighter fluid shortly. They may have been the enemy, but John knew if things had played out differently, his own son could have been one of these bodies. These kids hadn't been truly evil….just misled and John wanted to make sure they were properly at rest. Their families deserved that much.

Approaching the Hell Gate, John's eyes scanned every inch, even seam and hinge; making sure it was truly locked and shut. Even now, standing before the gate as it lay quiet, he could sense the power behind those doors. It called to him, thrummed through his veins with each beat of his heart. It was a weird sensation, part dread at the memory of the suffering he had been through, the things he had seen….and part longing to return. Hell could get under your skin, into your veins like a sickness that you would never shift and he prayed that Dean could be saved before he tasted that darkness too.

Dean had no idea of what he had done. No one could unless you had tasted Hell for real. The agony, the torment, feeling them slowly strip away everything that made you who you were and taking from you every memory, every emotion and thought you cherished. Tainting them, twisting them. John's fists clenched at his side as he thought about his son being faced with that. Forced into it to save the woman he loved.

It was a decision the boy should have never have had to make and it only made John even more determined to make Azazel suffer for the heartbreak and pain the demon had inflicted on his family. Especially now that his boys finally had another chance at the life and love that had been robbed of them all those years before. John owed it to Mary to make sure his boys had that chance.

Footsteps crunched behind John and he spun quickly, his hand already going to the gun in his belt, his wings snapping out to stabilise him, making him even more imposing than John Winchester already knew how to be . But the figures behind him weren't the enemy….

" You trying to give a man a goddamn heart attack, John?" Bobby growled, his arm still held out behind him, keeping Missouri shielded. His lowered his arm and she stepped around, concern clearly evident on her face. " Where are the boys, John?"

" Why? What's wrong? What are you two doing here?"

"Gordon Walker's hunting the boys, John. Stupid single minded son of bitch wants Sam dead. He thinks Sam's the Anti-Christ and with everything that Sam's done recently….well…you know how it looks…" Bobby ground out, hating to be the bearer of bad news. He'd drank with Gordon over the years, had watched the man let his hatred make him a liability. But Bobby had never thought it was his problem, until Gordon crossed paths with the boys and things became personal between them. The damn fool should have learnt his lesson back then, not to threaten Sam….but no, he hadn't. And now things were still escalating.

"You came all this way to warn us about Gordon Walker?" John could see there was more.

"Jo Harvelle's with him."

John felt a chill run down his spine. Jo Harvelle? The sweet kid that he'd seen so many times at the Roadhouse? The kid that had been left without a father, because Bill had been so damn eager, he'd charged in half cocked? What the hell was it with Harvelle's not using their brains? John had already been forced to lie to Ellen about the death of Bill, taking the blame and making the man sound like more of a hero than the stupid, cocky pigheaded idiot that rushed in unprepared and got himself all but gutted for his trouble. It was a death John had never forgotten, being forced to kill a man and then lie to his family about it. Losing the Harvelles as friends had cut deep.

Now Jo was following a little too closely in her father's footsteps. Charging in half cocked…spurred on by a man who was anything but stable. Just great. John didn't want another Harvelle on his conscience….

" Dean took Skye and Connor into Medicine Bow to find some food…Sam's around the motel somewhere with Elise." John was already striding towards the cemetery gates, breaking in jog as he called over his shoulder. "Meet me there…" Several short steps later, John took to the air, his wings beating hard and fast, but no where near as fast as his heart was….

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Dean couldn't quite understand why his baby brother was crying. Was he hungry? Cold? What the hell had Sammy so upset? Wait….no, something wasn't right. It wasn't Sam….Sam wasn't a baby anymore.

His head jerked up off his chest as Dean startled into half awareness, feeling like he'd sunk a case of whiskey and now the evil little sons of bitches in his head were hammering out a military tattoo on the inside of his skull. The first thing Dean realised, was that he was sitting on a wooden chair. He looked around blearily, trying to adjust his fuzzy vision and decipher what direction the crying was coming from. He let his head roll to left, following the sound as his brain struggled to piece together what had happened before. How had he gotten here? There was a deep ache building across his shoulders. Dean tried to move his arms, finding the movement restricted by what felt like thick, sticky duct tape wrapped around his wrists. Great, that was going to take the skin off when he removed it.

Feeling more awake now, Dean began to recall the diner, seeing Skye falling….

" Skye? Shit, Skye? Answer me!" Dean tried not to panic too much as everything else fell into place. He turned his head as far to the left as he could, making out the slumped form of Skye lying on the floor nearby, her hand cuffed above her to a radiator heater attached to the wall. Connor was huddled next to his mother, crying and shaking her gently.

"Mommy…Mommy wake up! Wake up!"

" Connor…hey…hey…it's okay." Dean tried to soothe the little boy, his heart racing. What if Skye wouldn't wake up? Had he sold his soul only to lose Skye anyway?

Connor let loose with a wet sniffle, then stumbled to his feet and ran over to Dean. With the ease of a freehand rock climber, Connor scrambled up Dean's legs and threw his arms around his neck, hugging tightly. He buried his face into Dean's neck, a shuddering breath rocking him.

"Shhhh, its okay, little dude. Mommy's going to be okay." Dean assured him. "But don't hug me too tight, I need to breathe."

Connor sat back a little, placing his little hands on either side of Dean's face. "Mommy get better?"

" Yeah, dude. I promise."

With a soft groan, Skye moved a little, pausing as she felt the pull against her cuffed wrist. It felt as though the top of her head would fall off if she moved too fast. Or at all. Maybe the floor would be just fine. It was cool, it was safe, she couldn't fall any further.

But as that thought occurred to her and Skye began to close her eyes again, her face still pressed to the floor, another thought slammed home like a kick to the solar plexus. "Connor! Sweetie?"

She bolted upright, hissing in pain as the cuff bit into the skin on her wrist and forced her to halt immediately to prevent her arm being bent any further in the wrong direction.

"Easy, babe, he's here. Connor's right here with me. Calm down." Dean urged, his voice thick with relief, his heart still pounding. "Hey…you with me? Skye?"

" Yeah, yeah…I hear you. Give me a minute." Skye couldn't actually remember the last time she had woken up feeling so ill. Her head was feeling like the mosh pit at a death metal concert and she was pretty sure her stomach was on a spin cycle as she carefully sat up. "You know, excuse my bluntness, Dean…but was that bitch an ex of yours? Some conquest looking for payback?"

Dean blinked in confusion for a moment, before it sank in. "Jo…" The name wasn't so much spoken as spat out in a deep, low growl. He remembered now. "She's just a friend. Was a friend. What the hell is she thinking? What does she get out of doing this?"

"How about the knowledge that she's saving the world?" A voice carried through from the other room.

Connor let out a whimper of fright and scrambled down from Dean, running over to his mother and hiding his face against her shoulder as Skye slid her free arm around him.

The voice was a deep male baritone that Dean instantly recognised. " Gordon…I should have known. You've still got in it in for Sam? Talk about a one track mind. I'd consider some counselling for that obsessive disorder you've got going there."

"Oh you're funny, Dean. You're a real laugh riot." Gordon smirked as he entered the room. He folded his arms and sat on the side of an armchair, studying Dean carefully. " You look good for a dead man."

Dean gave Gordon a lazy, indulgent smile as he tried to shrug his shoulders. "What can I say? Accounts of my death have been greatly exaggerated…or maybe I should go with; you can't keep a good guy down? What do you think, Skye?"

"Oh I'm kinda partial to the second one myself." Skye agreed dryly, rubbing Connor's back to soothe him as the little boy remained cuddled into her. " There seems to be a real shortage of good guys lately.." She threw Gordon a hateful look, wondering what kind of creep would be party to drugging a little boy?

"Where's your brother, Dean?"

"Around." Dean said simply.

"You really think you're in a position to be playing games?"

"Are you really that stupid, that you think I'm going to hand Sam over to you?" Dean asked. "I should have killed you last time. Would have saved me a whole grief….maybe even given me a reason to crack a beer and toast the end of your sorry ass."

Gordon was on the move at that comment, slamming a fist into his face hard enough to snap Dean's head back. Blood spilt from his nose as Dean shook himself, sucking in a sharp breath of air to combat the sudden pain.

"You keep talking like that, Dean and I might just start thinking you don't like me. I thought we had an understanding? I told you it was nothing personal…"

"You know, you keep saying that, Gordon. But you don't seem to understand that when it comes to my brother?" Dean's voice became cold. "It's extremely personal. You stay they hell away from him or I will kill you. It's that simple."

"Your brother's a killer, Dean." Gordon pointed out, wondering if this blind trust the boy had in his brother was a sign of a simple mind? Maybe Dean had been thrown into so many walls over the years that his sense of reasoning was impaired? Or maybe Dean was as twisted and corrupt at Sam now? Gordon had heard the whispers. He'd captured a demon back before the world went to shit and after a lot of hours worth of torture, Gordon had heard all about the Winchester boys. Sam's personal vendetta against everyone, Dean being brought back from the dead by demon blood. It turned his stomach to think how he had thought Dean was like him, that Dean had the same drive. The kid was weak, unable to do what was necessary to protect the world….and now he was part of the problem.

"Last I heard? So were you….or do you still think murdering Scott Carey was a good thing?'

"He was evil."

" He was freaking kid!" Dean snapped angrily. He hadn't known Scott. He hadn't known any of the demon children except for Andy and his brother…but Dean knew that whatever Scott was capable of, his blood was still on Gordon's hands and there was no way he was going to let the bastard paint that kid's death as anything but murder.

"What do you want with us?" Skye interjected, tensing up as she saw Gordon looming in towards Dean again. " Hey! I'm talking to you!"

Gordon paused and backed off from Dean again, looking at Skye. His mouth split into a wide grin as he made his way over and crouched down in front of her. "So you're the one, huh? The girl that helped bring Dean back from the dead?"

Skye lifted her chin, calmly defiant in the face of this smug evil man. "What? Was it in all the papers or something? On the eleven o'clock news?"

Gordon laughed, deep and heartily….but it never reached his eyes. "You'd be surprised what a demon will reveal when you know how to torture them. I had to get here pretty fast when I heard what was supposed to be happening here….didn't have much time to collect the necessary Intel I needed. All I knew, was that the Winchesters were gonna be involved. I just didn't know how."

Skye pressed herself back against the wall, holding Connor tightly and praying that Gordon didn't touch her son. Torture? This guy had tortured a demon to find out about them? Skye felt so very vulnerable all of a sudden. Dean was tied to a chair, he was already bleeding. If Gordon wanted to attack her, there was nothing stopping him and that created a cold pit of terror in her stomach.

Dean could see the fear creeping into Skye, watched as her whole body tensed up, her arm locking around Connor in an immovable shield against the threat before her. Flashes of memory rushed through his mind. Dean could see the pain Lenore suffered as this bastard cut her again and again. He remembered the pain he'd seen in Sam's eyes, the rage and panic he had felt when Gordon had a knife to his brother's throat.

The sheer horror and agony Dean had felt when he thought Sam had been caught in Gordon's booby-trap. Gordon hadn't cared about Dean's pain. As far as he was concerned, he'd done Dean a favour. He was putting down a dangerous animal…..and now that same, sick, twisted bastard was face to face with two people Dean loved. He had to get him away from them.

Gordon was feeding off the fear he saw in Skye's face as he leaned closer. "How about you tell me where Sam is…and I'll let you and the kid go? I mean, I've got my bait already. Dean's all I need. You're just collateral. That doesn't have to become collateral damage."

" Let her go, anyway, Gordon. She doesn't know where Sam is. Like you said, you've got me. How about you pretend to be a human being for one minute and let them go?" Dean urged, anxiously watching the other hunter. "You've only got me to deal with then…and well, I'm a handful as it is." He gave the hunter a cocky smirk.

Gordon rubbed a hand over his chin, his gaze shifting to Connor. Skye instantly tried to draw away even more with her son, watching Gordon like a hawk, ready to bite, scratch, kick…whatever she could to protect her boy. "Don't…" The word was a simple warning.

With another deep laugh, Gordon patted Skye on the cheek, grinning even more as she shrank away from his touch. He stood back up and walked away, still chuckling to himself before he paused in front of Dean, noting the younger hunter's defiant sneer as he looked at him.

"I let them go and they'll run straight to Sammy, warning him."

"It's Sam. You don't get to call him Sammy, you son of a bitch." Dean spat. He hated the sound of his brother's pet name coming out of that man's mouth.

Gordon arched an eyebrow thoughtfully for a moment and turned away, before whipping around and backhanding Dean hard enough that the chair toppled over. Dean hit the ground hard, pain exploding through his side as he connected with the floor and blossoming in his head as it rapped hard on impact. The room disappeared in a flash of white hot pain for a moment, Skye's frantic cry ringing in his ears.

Leaning over him, Gordon dug his fingers into Dean's arm and dragged him upright again, settling the chair back on four legs and grabbing Dean by the lower jaw, forcing him to look at him. "I'll call him whatever the hell I want. You and your bitch aren't going anywhere. Whatever it is Sam has planned for this world? You're in on it and I'm going to find out. One way or another."

Dean's gaze was locked with Gordon's, full of contempt and hatred for the man even as he sucked in short, sharp breaths to control the pain he was in. "Fuck you." The words were ground out as best he could with his jaw held.

Gordon released him and stepped back, appraising the situation. Dean was going to be tough to crack. He was a younger version of John and Gordon had seen the beatings that man could take and still spit in the face of his attacker. Gordon had to play this smart of he wanted to know what Sam was planning, how he was going to end the world. The Yellow Eyed Demon had chosen Sam for a reason…he'd been at the Hell Gate when it opened. There was no coincidence here.

"You know, Dean? You're right…this is personal. I'm the good guy in this movie. I'm the one that's trying to stop the world from being eaten alive by the same evil you and brother have embraced. It's not your fault. Your Daddy led you boys to this. But the fact remains…someone has to stop you." Gordon explained calmly.

"And that's you? Dude…whatever the hell you're smoking? I'd cut back before your remaining brain cell dies from lack of use. You're not Will Smith, dude, I don't care what you were told the last time you got laid."

The move was lightning fast. Skye saw Gordon reaching for his boot, saw a flash of metal…but before she could even scream, the knife was buried into Dean's thigh, all the way to the hilt. The handle was made of bone, a strange winged figure carved into it.

Dean's head rocked back, a scream of agony tearing its way out of his throat. Sweat beaded on his brow and ran down his face as Gordon kept his hand on the knife, twisting it, watching as Dean gritted his teeth and tried to choke down his cries of pain. Blood was welling up from the wound, soaking through his jeans.

"Stop it!" Skye screamed, keeping Connor turned away from the sight, feeling the little boy's terror as he shook in her embrace.

With one last spiteful twitch of the blade, Gordon grinned at Dean. "Where's that smart mouth of yours now, huh, Dean?"

"S..son…of a…b..bitch." Dean ground out, finding it hard to think past the searing pain in his leg. The wound was deep, the blade kissing bone. When -- not if, Dean didn't like dealing with ifs -- he got out of this? Gordon was going to suffer big time. Sam should have let him take the douche bag down while he had the chance. Dean wouldn't make that mistake again.

Gordon leaned in towards Dean until their faces were inches apart. He pressed his hand down on the knife and watched the pain ignite in Dean's eyes, watched how the younger hunter tried to swallow it down and keep his composure, holding Gordon's gaze as he trembled, breathing heavily through his nose.

"What's your brother planning, Dean?"

"I'll f..fucking..e..e-end you." Dean managed, his voice choked and shaky with pain.

"Cute, Dean. Acting all brave in front of your girl…" Gordon's head turned slowly, tilting to the side in almost a thoughtful manner as he looked at Skye. She was so scared. He could see it from here. Her eyes widening, her breathing become more panicked and flighty. There'd been a time when she would have been an innocent that needed his protection. But Gordon wasn't blind and he wasn't stupid. The girl had been the one to bring Dean back from the dead…and who knew what she had brought back with him? The man before Gordon now, wasn't the Dean Winchester he had drank with that night. That kid was dead. All the Winchesters were dead. These new versions were corrupted, twisted, evil.

But what did that make the woman? Was she some sort of groupie? It was possible….

"I think it's time to see what your real weakness is, Deano." Gordon smiled coldly, moving towards Skye and Connor.

"W…what? No! No, leave them alone!" Dean snarled, panic erupting within him as he thought of Skye being hurt; Connor being in danger. He rocked his chair, trying to free his hands and growling in frustration and pain.

Skye tried to curl herself around Connor, shielding him. Her heart was racing wildly in her chest and she felt like a cornered animal right now. Where the hell was Sam? Where was John? Where was the fucking cavalry when she needed them?? " You stay away from us! You stay the FUCK away from us!"

Gordon stuck like a cobra, backhanding Skye so hard, her head connected with the wall behind her. Stars exploded in her vision and for a moment, everything was just a haze of pain. Skye could taste blood in her mouth and realised she had bitten her tongue. But it was the feeling of Connor being pulled from her grasp, which set Skye off like a thermonuclear weapon. She was instantly aware again of her surroundings, her grip latching onto her son like a vice as she literally growled at Gordon, bearing her teeth and lashing out with a foot. "Let him go! Get the fuck away from him, you bastard!"

Another heavy backhand connecting with her cheek and lips, had Skye reeling in a daze, more blood filling her mouth and dripping down her chin. She slumped back against the wall, shaking her head to try and clear the fog that was rapidly filling her mind and threatening to send her into unconsciousness. No…that wasn't an option. Connor…she had to save Connor. Raising her head almost drunkenly, seeing two Gordons swirling and spinning before her, Skye's heart galloped in her chest as the emptiness of her free arm sank in. " No….please…give me…give him back…"

Gordon had the little boy firmly in his arms, backing away from both Dean and Skye. Connor was squirming and kicking, screaming at the top of his lungs. "Bad man! Bad man le' go!"

Skye rushed forward, coming up short a moment later as she reached the limit of the handcuff and crashed onto her back, feeling as though her arm had been pulled from its socket. Sobbing with pain, she struggled back to her knees, hearing Dean growling and swearing, fighting his bonds nearby as the chair rocked and clattered on the wooden floor. " Please…he's just a little boy!"

Dean's shoulders were burning from the exertion, his chest heaving, and the veins in his neck taut as he strained and struggled to free himself. Connor was reaching for him now, his big blue eyes pleading tearfully as the little boy cried. " Dee! Dee make bad man go 'way! Peeese!"

"You put him down Gordon or so help me, I won't just fucking end you. I'll make you fucking beg for a bullet to stop the pain. You hear me??! I'll tear you open you fucking gutless wonder! Leave the kid alone!" Dean couldn't even begin to think of what he would do if Gordon hurt Connor. He'd send the bastard to Hell before him, just so he could make him pay again when his deal came due.

Gordon stood watching the explosive display before him, laughing at them. It was like taunting a couple of dogs on a chain and standing just out of reach. "What the hell do you take me for? I'm not the monster here…"

With that, he walked to one of the bedrooms and dropped Connor on a bed, leaving the little boy bawling there as he closed and locked the door. He came back into the main room with a grin on his face that was pure smug satisfaction. "Relax…he's fine. I just figured it was better he wasn't a witness to what I'm going to do to you two."

He pulled up a chair in front of Dean and Skye, then reached forward and tore the knife from Dean's leg, eliciting a strangled scream of pain from him. Tapping the bloody blade against one temple, he gave them both a thoughtful look. " So….who wants to go first?"

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A/N 2: This is just the beginning, folks! Gordon's not playing nice at all and although we didn't see her this chapter? Jo is up to her neck in it too... Hope you enjoyed!! I'll have another chapter up soon.