Sam hung up the phone and chewed on his lip. Something clearly wasn't right. Dean would never have had her call if he was just in the shower. In fact, Dean wouldn't be in the shower if he thought Gordon was in town. Sam knew Dean well enough to know that he wouldn't have a romp, get in the shower, then think 'oh yeah, guess I should warn Sam.' Warning Sam would be his top priority. On top of worrying that Dean was in trouble, the news that Gordon was in town just made his day. First things first. He closed the drapes, then peered out at the parking lot. He didn't see anything suspicious, but that didn't mean Gordon wasn't there.
He wedged one of the chairs under the doorknob and started collecting their things. He needed to get out of there quickly. Fortunately, they hadn't had time to bring all of their stuff in because Dean had wanted to have a beer first. As he threw the last of his belongings back into the rucksack, he heard a noise at the door.
Sam quietly put the sack down and pulled his pistol out of it. He pulled the slide on his Beretta and chambered a round. He moved cautiously to the window. He wanted to make sure it was Gordon before he accidently shot the housekeeper or someone else. Just as he retracted the curtain a fraction of an inch, the glass from the window shattered and deadly shards flew into the room. The drapes protected Sam from the razor sharp missiles, but he still hadn't expected the attack to come from that direction.
In the split second of his disorientation, he felt a body barrel into him as Gordon dove through the broken window. Sam hit the floor with 180 pounds of angry hunter on him. His gun flew out of his hand. His breath was knocked out of him and he saw stars for a moment. He couldn't breathe, he could barely think. Instinct took over when he saw a knife heading for his throat. He got his arm up just in time to stop Gordon from slicing into his jugular vein.
Sam jammed his free hand into Gordon's face, two fingers curling toward his eyes and pressing deeply. Gordon jerked backward, allowing Sam to buck his hips and throw Gordon off. They both jumped to their feet. Sam tried to spot his gun and keep an eye on Gordon at the same time.
"Gordon, you don't have to do this! I'm not a threat to you or anyone else!"
"That's exactly what the anti-Christ would say, isn't it Sam? Isn't that what you're all about? Lies, lies and more lies? I'm sorry for Dean, but you have die. You're an abomination, and it's my mission to end you." Gordon danced in toward Sam and swung his knife at Sam's midsection. Sam jumped back and spotted his gun under the edge of the bed. Sam grabbed his bag off the bed and threw it at Gordon's head. While Gordon was distracted, Sam dove for the gun. He rolled on his back as his hand found it, brought it up, and fired in one smooth motion.
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