Monday morning Sam drove Madison to work. With what was going on he wasn't taking any chances regarding her safety. When he told Madison the day before that he planned to drive her to and from work he expected that she would balk at that idea.

"Maddy, I think from now on I should drive you to and from work," said Sam prepared for an argument.

"Okay," replied Madison.

"You're really okay with that?" asked Sam.

"I'm not going to complain about spending extra time with my favorite guy," said Madison as she wrapped her arms around Sam.

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Dean walked into Martin Books looking for Sam. He had some news for Sam in his search for Jeff Drake. Lindsay was sitting behind the counter with a large book in front of her. Sam was nowhere in sight.

"Hey Lindsay is Sam around?" asked Dean.

"He went to the coffee shop. He'll be back in a few of minutes," answered Lindsay.

"So you're working here now," said Dean.

"Yeah, until I can get another job." She was still looking for a job.

"I bet Sid's glad you're here. So where's he?" said Dean.

"At the dentist's" replied Lindsay.

"He doesn't mind you being in the shop by yourself," teased Dean.

"Dean, I have been working in this shop since I was twelve. I think I can handle it by myself," hissed Lindsay as she glared at Dean.

"I was just kidding. I wasn't trying to imply anything," said Dean hoping he hadn't offended her.

"Relax Dean. I'm kidding too," said Lindsay with a laugh.

Sam walked into the store, with two large coffees, to find Dean and Lindsay laughing together.

"Hey Dean, what's up. Did you find out anything?" asked Sam as he handed Lindsay her coffee.

"Thanks Sam," said Lindsay turning her attention back to her book.

"No problem," said Sam.

Dean and Sam walked over to the reading area and sat down on two of the comfy chairs there. Sam was anxious to know what Dean had found out.

"Sammy there's only two people in this city named Jeff Drake. One is a ninety-five year man. The other is his three-year-old great grandson. No way either one has been stalking Madison," said Dean.

"So then this guy was using a fake name, but why?" asked a perplexed Sam.

"I don't know Sammy. I've been wondering the same thing. I mean who would want to hurt Madison?" asked Dean.

"No one. Madison has no enemies. I'm positive. What if it's not about Madison? What if this guy is going after her to get to me?" said Sam voicing his worst fear.

"Yeah, but who and why?" asked Dean.

Sam and Dean sat there in silence for awhile puzzling over who could be doing this. Sam was tired of people using his wife to get to him. What was being married to me costing her he wondered? I just want to keep her safe. How can I do that if I don't know who's doing this? Who hates me so much that he would try to get to me through Madison? Suddenly a face popped into his mind.

"Son of …" growled Sam.

"What is it Sam?" asked Dean.

"It can't be. He's in jail," said Sam to himself.

"Sam who are you talking about?" asked a confused Dean.

"Gordon. What if it's Gordon. I can't believe I didn't think of it sooner. This Jeff guy fits Gordon's description. God Dean, what if it really is him?" That thought made Sam sick to his stomach.

"But you said it yourself Sam. Gordon's in jail," responded Dean.

"What if he got paroled?" countered Sam.

"Well that won't be too hard to find out. Does Madison know about Gordon?" asked Dean.

"Yeah, I told her about what happened with Gordon. Do you think it could be him?" said Sam hoping he was way off base, but feeling he wasn't.

"Well it won't be too hard to find out if Gordon is still in jail," said Dean.

"So help me, if it is Gordon, he's going to regret ever meeting my wife," growled Sam.

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That evening after dinner Sam told Madison what Dean had found out about Jeff Drake. He also voiced his theory that it might really be Gordon.

"But what could Gordon possibly want with me?" asked Madison.

"If it is him, he's just using you to get to me. God, why didn't I kill him when I had the chance," said Sam.

"Because you're a good person. Sam, this is not your fault," said Madison.

But it is my fault thought Sam. Suddenly the phone rang, pulling Sam from that thought.

"Hello," said Sam.

"Hey Sammy," said Dean.

"Hey Dean, what's up?" asked Sam.

"I hate to tell you this, but you were right Sam. Gordon got paroled from jail last month," answered Dean.

"Damn it," growled Sam.

"There's more." Dean paused knowing Sam wasn't going to like what he had to tell him.

"What?" asked Sam.

"I talked to Ash. There's a hunter named Chuck who hangs out at the roadhouse. Apparently he likes to talk when he's drunk. He told Ash that he picked up Gordon when he was released from jail. Also, he mentioned that he did some research for Gordon," said Dean.

"Research on what?" asked Sam.

"You. Sam, Gordon knows everything about your life in San Francisco, including Madison," said Dean.

"Son of a bitch," growled Sam.

Madison could only hear one side of the conversation but she could tell it was not good. She reached over and placed a hand on Sam's arm.

"Sam I'm already working on tracking him down. I called some of my contacts. Don't worry, they think this is for a case I'm working on," said Dean knowing Sam wouldn't want this to get out.

"Dean you don't think he knows that Maddy's a werewolf?" asked Sam.

"Relax Sam. The only people who know besides us are Bobby and Sid. You know they would never tell anyone," said Dean calmly.

"I know, I'm just worried," said Sam.

"Well don't be. We are going to find Gordon and let him know that nobody messes with a Winchester and gets away with it." If Gordon came anywhere near Sam or Madison again Dean would be there to take him out.

After hanging up with Dean, Sam told Madison everything he had just learned from his brother. He had momentarily thought about not telling everything, but after she had promised to be completely honest with him, he knew he had to be completely honest with her.

"I'm so sorry baby," said Sam softly.

"For what?" asked a confused Madison. Sam hadn't done anything wrong. Why was he apologizing she wondered.

"For what's going on. Gordon's targeting you because you're my wife," answered Sam.

"Sam, this is not your fault," said Madison firmly.

"Madison, he's going after you because you're my wife. I have always tried to keep you safe and yet I keep failing at that," Sam sadly spoke.

"Sam, when I met you I was a werewolf. I didn't think there was any way to save me other than you killing me, but you saw another way. You stayed. You saved me by staying with me. Have things happened to me since then? Yes, but I am alive and here with you. That's all that matters," said Madison firmly.

"Madison I'm so lucky to have you in my life," said Sam as he pulled in wife into his arms and held her tight.

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Two days later Sam and Dean had met up for lunch. Dean was listening to Sam, allowing him to voice his anger and frustrations.

"I am sick of people going after my wife to get to me," growled Sam.

"I know Sam. Unfortunately I haven't been able to turn up anything on Gordon yet," said Dean.

"Nothing?" asked Sam.

"Not a damn thing," said a frustrated Dean.

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Gordon was getting restless. He hadn't been able to follow Madison anymore. Sam was with her all of the time now. She must have told him about me he realized. He knew it wouldn't be long before Sam figured out it was him.

"I think it's time to put the next phase of my plan into action," Gordon said to himself.

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Saturday morning Dean had called with a lead on Gordon. He found a motel that had a Jeff Drake registered there. Sam decided to go with him to check it out. Madison was helping out at the bookstore with the monthly inventory. Sam figured that Madison would be safe at the store with Sid and Lindsay, who now knew what was going on. Sam had told Sid everything when he explained why he would be a little late coming in each morning. Sid was completely understanding

Madison and Lindsay were back in the stockroom counting books. They have already made it through several boxes of books. Sid was up front working the register.

"I'm so glad you're helping us today. Taking inventory can be so boring, it's nice to have someone to talk to," said Lindsay.

"I'm glad I can help," replied Madison. She was grateful to get out of her apartment. Other than going to work she spent all of her time at home. After finding out Gordon was after them, Sam felt it best if they stuck close to home.

"You know I could go for a cold drink right now. What do you say we take a break?" Lindsay suggested.

"Sounds good to me," said Madison as she closed up a box of books she was finished counting.

Lindsay and Madison left the stockroom and headed up front. There seemed to be no one in the store, not even Sid.

"Dad," Lindsay called out.

Receiving no answer Lindsay looked around the store.

"That's odd. Dad's not here." Lindsay was still walking around looking for her dad.

"Maybe he stepped out for a second," said Madison.

"No way. Dad wouldn't leave the store without letting us know," said Lindsay who was beginning to worry.

Lindsay walked over to check the cash register. Lying behind the register bound and gagged was Sid.

"Oh my god, Dad" screamed Lindsay as she raced to her father's side.

Madison rushed over to see what was going on. She didn't notice Gordon come out of the restroom.

"Is he okay?" asked a concerned Lindsay.

"Dad, what happened?" asked Lindsay after she removed the gag.

"Is he still here?" asked Sid.

"Who?" asked Lindsay.

Just then Gordon came up behind Madison who was crouched next to Lindsay.

"Madison behind you," shouted Sid.

Madison turned around to face Gordon. She screamed when she saw him. He reached and grabbed her. Madison struggled to get away from him. Lindsay jumped out to try and help Madison. Gordon shoved her away hard and she fell backwards, hitting the back of her head on the counter. Lindsay fell to the floor unconscious.

"Madison this will be much easier if you stop struggling," said Gordon fighting to hold on to her.

"Let go of me!" screamed Madison.

Gordon had a gun with him, but didn't want to use it yet. Not when Sam's not here to watch, so he slammed Madison's head into the wall knocking her unconscious. He placed her in a chair and turned around to face Sid. He picked up the gag off the floor.

"Lindsay. Madison, Lindsay answer me," shouted Sid.

"Shut up old man," hissed Gordon as he gagged Sid again.

Gordon picked up a still unconscious Madison and carried her through the backroom and out of the store to his car parked in the alley behind the store. There was no one around to see him tie up Madison and put her in the trunk of the car. He then got in the car and drove off.

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