Chapter 5
"What?" Sam asked, unsure he heard right. "Did you just say she's pregnant?"
"That's what I said," Dean said as he took a seat on the edge of the bed.
"Did she say anything else?"
"She said it's mine…"
"She knows this for sure?" Sam wondered. "I mean, it is possible it's yours, but then again she could have been with someone else."
"She said she hasn't been with anyone else since me," Dean said locking eyes with him. "Sam, I don't know what to do. I don't know what to think, it's… hard to grasp."
"Yeah," Sam agreed. "It's unexpected. Well, I guess it makes sense to me now."
"What does?" Dean asked, confused.
"When we saw her, I noticed how she had baggier clothes. I mean, sure she had worn a shirt or pants that seemed a little bigger than her size, but now it makes more sense. She's wearing stuff like that now to hide the fact that she's, what, four months pregnant?"
"Yeah, I guess that does make sense," Dean agreed.
"Another thought… now there's another reason why she kept smacking you when we helped her with that ghost. She knew she was pregnant but she couldn't tell us that."
"Unbelievable," Dean mumbled standing up and took a few steps away from the bed before stopping.
"What?" Sam asked, looking at him.
Dean faced him, and he had an unreadable expression. "I can't believe her. Has she lost her mind?"
"You're losing me…"
"If that baby really is mine, she risked my child that night. She could have died and in the progress, that baby could have died," Dean's jaw tightens a little at the thought. "She knew that whole time and she still risked it."
"Well, look at it this way, Dean," Sam began. "She couldn't blurt out that she's having a baby. She probably thought about that when she decided to be bait, but knew she had no choice."
"Sam, nobody should take that risk. She shouldn't risk it if she knew it's mine. She should know I would probably become pissed, and I am pissed with this, and I'll be damned if I let it go without talkin' to her about it."
"I'm with you on that one, I'm not happy she risked my nephew or niece's life like that."
"Well, maybe I am overreacting a little bit," Dean said a moment later.
"What are you talking about? She risked your kid's life," Sam said with a bit of anger in his voice.
"When Summer and I were arguing that night she claimed that I risked her life, but the truth is she probably had it in her head that we wouldn't let anything happen to her."
"And then when things got too far she freaked out."
"So this explains why she was mad." Dean nodded.
"I guess you are right about that then."
Dean laughed a little making Sam look at him with a questioning expression.
"What are you laughing at?"
"That night we were arguing, I told Summer who was to say she would be around in the future, but damn was I wrong since she is having my kid."
"So, you know what this means right?"
"What?"
"She will be coming with us from now on. I mean, you wouldn't want her to be alone now that she's pregnant, and I'm sure you will want to be there for her. So, maybe you should call her and…"
Both of them turned their attention to the door when someone knocked on it, before they answered, they shared a look.
"Are you expecting someone?" Dean asked.
Sam shook his head. "No."
Dean stepped toward the door and opened it. The person pushed him backwards, and pointed a gun at him.
"Don't move," he said as he stepped inside.
Sam stood up from his seat and stared at the visitor, surprised to see him.
"Mike…" Dean said a second later. "How'd the hell you find us?"
"Summer," Mike said. "Thanks to her, I found you."
"She helped you?" Sam asked, now feeling like an idiot for trusting her.
Mike laughed. "Help me, are you nuts? She told me once, she would want to go to jail, or die before she would help me. It's a shame; if she still helped us with the case, she would get one hell of a reward," he said while he kept his eyes on them closely, the pistol still pointed at them. "Now, she's wanted also, and got a pretty big reward too."
"Look man, just let her go. Leave her out of this," Dean said. "She's not hurting anyone. You can let her off the hook."
"Let her off the hook?" Mike repeated with a short laugh. "Can't do that," he told him. "I got my orders. If I let her go, I could lose my job."
"You would rather see her rot in jail instead of helping her?" Dean asked.
Mike gave him a nod. "Yeah, man, I would. Hell, I couldn't careless about her. So yeah, I would rather see her go to jail. After all, she helped you two, and now she's wanted, so I got to do what I got to do."
Dean's jaw tightened at the thought of him doing that to her. "You're…"
"Stand over by the wall and face it… now!" Mile said interrupting him as he pressed down on the hammer of the gun.
Dean and Sam listened, and they stepped toward the wall, glancing at each other, sharing the same look, but before they had the chance to do what they had in mind, they were surprised by what was about to happen.
"Come on in!" Mike called out, glancing at the door before fixing his eyes upon the brothers again.
Sam and Dean were confused, they looked over at the door and could not believe who stepped inside the room.
"Gordon…" Sam spoke up first, the surprise visible on his face.
Gordon gave him a grin. "Sam and Dean… long time no see."
"Son of a bitch…" Dean cursed. "You're working with the cops now?"
"I'm working with a cop. When I found out he has been looking for you, I knew I had a chance to find you," Gordon said as he stepped closer to them and leaned in to Sam, his mouth near his ear. "Now I can kill you two."
"What is this, revenge?" Dean asked. "Are you only doing this because of what happened last time?"
"Nah," Gordon shook his head meeting Dean's gaze. "This isn't about last time. That's old news," he said as he grabbed Sam's arms and kept them behind his back as he guided him to a chair and sat him down on it roughly.
Mike grabbed Dean by the arm, and he guided him to a chair. He pulled out some rope from his jacket pocket and tied Dean's arms to the chair while Gordon did the same thing to Sam.
The two stood in front of the brothers, Mike's gun still pointed at them.
"So, how should we go about this? Bullet to the head, or less louder, slit their throats?"
Mike shook his head. "No, too messy, and a gunshot will attract people. We should knock them out and stick 'em in the Impala and bring the car to a cliff and have them die that way."
Gordon grinned. "I like the way you think."
"Let's begin, shall we?" Mike asked glancing at Gordon before looking back at the brothers.
"Make one move and I promise I will shoot you dead."
Their attention went to the opened door and saw Summer standing there, pointing two guns at both Gordon and Mike.
"Who the hell are you?" Gordon asked eying her closely as he pointed his gun at her.
"You're worst nightmare."
Mike laughed. "Foolish girl," he said shaking his head. "You dare interfere, and expect to take care of us by your lonesome self?"
"You don't think I can handle you?" Summer asked as she stepped inside some more, "think again."
"We can take her," Gordon said to Mike. "Two against one," he added.
Mike nodded, a grin appearing on his lips. "Let's do it."
"Summer, get the hell out of here!" Dean yelled as he struggled against the rope that kept him tied to the chair.
A gunshot filled the room, and Mike falling to the floor a second later.
Mike gripped his leg. "You fucking shot me!"
By this time Gordon pulled the trigger of his gun, which made Summer jump out of the way, causing the bullet hit the wall. She grabbed the table, turning it over to use it as a shield.
"Summer, now, get out!" Sam yelled also trying to get free.
"You're a dead girl," Gordon said as he stepped closer to the turned table.
Summer stood up and pulled the trigger of her gun, but before the bullet hit Gordon, he jumped out of the way, which made her duck down again.
Mike reached for his pistol but Dean kicked it away from him. He looked up at him. "You'll pay for that," he promised.
"Oh shut up," Dean said before kicking Mike in the head, knocking him out in the progress. He looked up back at Gordon and saw him hiding behind the bed closer to the bathroom.
"You really think you can take me, little girl?" Gordon asked holding his gun firmly in his hand.
"Enough of this little girl shit," Summer said.
"Let's finish this so I can get back to business," Gordon said as he turned around so he was facing in her direction.
"You got one thing wrong… you won't get back to business…"
Dean and Sam watched as the two stood up at the same time, and they both watched them pull the trigger of the guns, a second later, both of them yelled in pain, falling backwards from the bullets hitting them.