Sam was having a hard time controlling his speed as he drove over to the address that Gordon gave him, but he knew now was not the time to get stopped for speeding. His mind was racing faster than his car. God, please let her be okay Sam silently prayed. Don't let him hurt her just to get back at me.

oooooOOOOooooo

"Maddy your loving husband will be here any minute now and you still haven't answered my question. How many people have you killed?" Gordon smiled at the pain etched across her face. It was like poking an open wound with a sharp stick.

The face of Madison's old boss, Nate flashed through her mind. She hadn't thought of Nate in a long time. It took her a long time to get past killing him and Kurt. Hearing Gordon's cruel taunts brought back all the pain and guilt she felt.

"How many people have you killed?" hissed Madison

Gordon leaned right in her face.

"What I did was for the good of humanity, but what you did is because you are an evil creature and it's in your nature." Gordon so enjoyed the pain he knew he was causing Madison.

oooooOOOOooooo

Dean was slowly, but surely wearing a hole in the carpet with all of his pacing. He had tried to sit down for awhile, but found he couldn't keep still. He was afraid he did the wrong thing in letting Sam go alone. How can I protect him if I'm not there. Dad told me to watch out for Sammy, and I just let him go off alone. Dean was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of Sid and Lindsay having an argument.

"Lindsay you need to go to the hospital and get your head checked out. What if you're seriously hurt?" Concern for his daughter's well being was etched across Sid's face.

"Dad, I'll go just as soon as we know Sam and Madison are safe," said Lindsay firmly.

"Lindsay, you shouldn't wait. I want you to go now," ordered Sid.

Dean couldn't take it anymore. His anger over the current situation bubbled over and he exploded.

"Sid, I'm sure Lindsay is just fine. I have had a few concussions in the past and I'm fine. However, in case you may have forgotten Sam and Madison are at the mercy of a lunatic!" shouted Dean just before he stormed over to the couch. He gave it a hard kick before sitting down.

Sid knew Dean was just worried about his brother and Madison so he let that slide.

"Lindsay do you remember what the doctor said about you getting another head injury?"asked Sid.

Dean's head jerked up at the words doctor and head injury. What was Sid talking about? Was there something wrong with Lindsay. He looked over at her sitting in the chair near him. She looked fine to him. A little shook up, but condsidering what happened here earlier that was normal.

"What's going on Lindsay?" asked Dean gently.

"Don't worry, I'm fine," she replied.

Sid huffed when he heard that and leaned against the counter with a scowl plastered on his face.

"I'll worry until I hear a doctor say you're fine," growled Sid .

Dean was even more confused and he stared at Lindsay waiting for her to say more. She could tell he wanted to know what her dad was talking about and decided if it would take his mind off of Sam for a couple of minutes then she would tell him.

"A little over two years ago, I fell down a flight of stairs and hit my head. I was in a coma for three days. Three months after that my doctor discovered a tumor on my brain that was a result of the head injury. Luckily it turned out to be benign and after radiation treatments, it went away. I'm supposed to avoid getting a head injury, not like I would seek one out. Now I'm sure I'm fine. My head doesn't really hurt that much anymore." Lindsay patted her lightly head for emphasis.

It took Dean a minute to digest everything Lindsay had just said. When he had, he jumped up off the sofa.

"Sid take Lindsay to the hospital now. I'll wait here for word from Sam. Go now." Dean now understood why Sid was so upset and felt guilty for yelling at him.

"Listen both of you. I am not going anywhere until I know Sam and Madison are okay. Then I will go to the hospital. I promise," She may not have known Sam and Madison very long, but she already felt close to them. She knew there was no way she could sit still long enough to be examined by a doctor until she knew they were safe.

oooooOOOOooooo

Sam pulled up the address Gordon gave him and wondered if it was the right place. It was a rather large Victorian style house painted light blue. It looked empty. There was a for sale signed planted on the well-manicured front lawn. Sam looked at the piece of paper with the address listed on it. He was at the correct place. He quickly exited the car and walked up to the front door. He pulled out his gun and checked the safety, making sure it was off. He didn't want to have to use, but he would if he had to. He placed the gun in the waistband of his pants in back and pulled his shirt down over it. Sam looked around for a doorbell and not seeing one, he grabbed the handle of the brass knocker and banged it loudly on the door.

"Sounds like Sammy's here." Let the fun begin thought Gordon with a smile.

Gordon pulled a silver dagger out of a black duffel bag on the floor. Thank God, I packed this he thought. Walking over to Madison, Gordon stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her. He held the dagger directly over her heart, ready to plunge it in at a moments notice.

"Sammy the door's open. Please come in," shouted Gordon.

Sam opened the front door and walked into the foyer. Gordon's voice sounded like it came from the left, so he headed in that direction. Sam walked into the formal dining room and was greeted by a sight that shook him to his core, Gordon holding a knife over his wife's heart.

"Sam, so nice of you to join us. Maddy and I were just discussing how many people she has killed since she became a werewolf," Gordon grinned as he watched the look of fear that appeared on Sam's face.

"Let her go. This is between you and me Gordon. It's got nothing to do with Madison," growled Sam. This was one of his worst fears coming true, Gordon knowing his wife was a werewolf.

"Sorry, Sam I can't do that. Now I want you to put the gun, I know you brought one with you, on the floor and kick it towards me." Gordon may be crazy, but he wasn't dumb.

"What gun?" asked Sam as if he didn't know what Gordon was talking about.

"Sammy it's getting hard to hold my arm like this, you wouldn't want it to slip and accidentally stab your wife in the heart would you?" asked Gordon.

Sam reluctantly pulled the gun from the back of his jeans. Placing it on the floor, he kicked it over towards Gordon.

"Maddy are you okay?" asked Sam as he looked his wife over for injuries.

"I'm okay Sam," she replied. She was still refusing to acknowledge how scared she really was.

"Okay Sam, I want you to sit in the empty chair and put on the handcuffs," said Gordon still holding the knife over Madison's chest.

Sam hesitated for a moment. How could he doing anything if he was cuffed to a chair? Gordon moving the knife slightly closer caused Sam to realize that he had no choice. He sat down on the chair and cuffed his left arm to the chair. It was impossible in that position to cuff his right arm. Sam hoped that Gordon would come try to do it for him because then he would grab him. Even if he could only used one arm, he was sure he could take Gordon. He hadn't counted on Gordon picking up the gun.

"Good boy," said Gordon as he stepped away from Madison and picked up the gun. He pointed at Sam as he walked over and cuffed his right arm to the chair.

"Why are you doing this? I mean you can't still be mad at me for what happened two years ago. What, was I supposed to just let you kill me?" huffed Sam.

"Two years and six months!" hissed Gordon.

"What?" asked a perplexed Sam.

"Two years and six months. That how long ago it was. That's how long I spent in jail you bastard. Then when I get out, I find out that you are living a nice cushy life here in San Francisco with a good job and a beautiful wife. What makes you deserving of a great life? You're an evil psychic bastard who given the chance would turn against your own race," rambled Gordon.

Okay thought Sam. That time he spent behind bars must have really warped Gordon. Sam began racking his brain for a way out of this situation, but just couldn't see one.

"Shut up," shouted Madison not be able to stand listening to Gordon bad mouth Sam anymore.

"Oh Maddy, I know the truth hurts," said Gordon as he walked towards her.

"That not true. Sam's not evil." Madison glared at Gordon.

"Sam, I wasn't planning on killing your wife. I only needed her to lure you here, but when I found out she was a werewolf, well it's like Christmas came early." Gordon dropped the gun in his black duffel bag and pulled the silver dagger from his back pocket.

"You know Sam, I had a lot of time on my hands in jail thanks to you. I spent most of it time planning my revenge against you. In my wildest dreams I never thought it would feel this good." Gordon now stood directly in front of Madison.

"Please don't do this. Kill me if you want, but please just let her go," pleaded Sam. He hated begging, but for Madison's life he would.

"Sam no!" cried Madison. She couldn't stand to hear Sam offer up his life for hers.

"Sam, I killed my own sister because she was evil. I loved my sister, but I knew it was the right thing to do. What makes you think I would spare your wife?" asked Gordon.

Gordon placed the tip of the silver dagger against Madison's chest right over her heart. He pushed it in a little and the tip pierced the skin.

"Madison do you remember that saying cross your heart and hope to die," said Gordon as he carved an x into her chest.

Madison whimpered in pain as the silver dagger pierced her skin. Her skin immediately began stinging painfully on contact with the silver. Blood trickled down her chest and stained her pale blue tank top.

Sitting there in the chair, Sam had never felt so helpless in all his life before. He struggled against the handcuffs. Please God, don't make me watch my wife being killed.

"I'm sorry Sammy, you can't see what's going on can you?" Gordon moved to the left of Madison, so Sam could see where he cut her.

"You bastard," yelled Sam as he still struggled to free himself.

"Oh look X marks the spot," Gordon flashed a wide smile at Sam before he stepped in front of Madison and raised the dagger over her chest again.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" screamed Sam as he watched Gordon hold the knife high over Madison's chest.

Watching his wife about to be murdered, something happened to Sam. Something that had only happened to him once before and allowed him to save his brother's life. The handcuffs around Sam's wrists suddenly unlocked and fell to the floor. Sam didn't waste a moment to contemplate what just happened as he jumped up out of the chair. He rushed over to Gordon and yanked him away from Madison.

"What…" Gordon didn't get a chance to complete that thought as he was thrown into the wall, dropping the dagger in the process.

Sam picked up Gordon off the floor and punched him across the jaw. Before Gordon had a chance to fight back Sam began reigning a series of blows across Gordon's face and abdomen. Fueled by anger, Sam didn't stop until he heard Madison call out to him. Dropping a bloody and semiconscious Gordon to the floor, Sam rushed to her side.

"Oh Maddy," cried Sam as he quickly untied her. Relief spread through Sam as he pulled his wife into a tight embrace.

The wail of police sirens could be heard in the background.

More to Come