Thanks all! Glad so many are enjoying my story! Without further ado, here is chapter 4.
Cindy.
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"Uh-uh, no way Sam! I'll get you something to eat. You're staying right here," Dean said, his hand firmly planted in the middle of Sam's chest.
"Dean, I'm not gonna hide out here in my room and never come out!" Sam cried as he attempted to push past his brother.
"Sam, number one, you're still so weak you can barely stand on your own and number two, you almost died and I can't go through that again. I won't go through that again!" Dean spit out.
"Look, I understand. I really do, but..." Sam started.
"No Sam, I don't think you do. If Isaral hadn't been here, you'd be dead. Plain and simple. Gordon Walker is still out there and he could have someone on the inside. I'm not taking that chance."
"So, what? You're going to keep me prisoner then? Guards standing at the door? I can't do that Dean!"
"Please Sam, don't fight me on this. I just can't...I have to...please, just stay in here!" Dean pled.
"I'm sorry Dean. I can't. All of those hunters out there, they came here because of me. What are they going to think if I cower away in here while they're out there fighting? I need to be out there, alongside them," Sam explained, his eyes pleading with Dean to understand.
Dean scrubbed his hand over his face, shaking his head dejectedly. His eyes rose to meet Sam's, and he instantly regretted it. He could never deny Sam when he gave him the puppy dog eyes, and they were in full throttle today.
"I don't like this Sam. Not even a little. You don't go anywhere by yourself. You're either with me, Bobby, Isaral or one of the brothers. And don't argue either. It's that or you're stuck in here."
"Dean..." Sam began in protest.
"No Sam. That's the deal. Oh, and a guard outside your door when you're sleeping."
Sam rolled his eyes then reluctantly nodded his agreement. If this is what it took to get Dean to loosen the reins then Sam was game. He understood where Dean was coming from, but he had a job to do and he couldn't do it locked away in hiding. Sam absently rubbed at his aching chest as Dean opened the door and peered outside. Dean stepped out onto the small porch and Sam heard him conversing with whomever's turn it was to stand guard. Sam shook his head and slowly lowered himself onto the edge of his bed to give his weak legs a rest while he waited for the go ahead from Dean that it was okay to head to the mess hall.
It took ten minutes but Dean finally returned and moved to help Sam stand up from the bed. Sam shrugged him off, rolling his eyes as he slowly stood.
"I can stand on my own Dean. I'm not completely helpless you know," Sam said, annoyance in his tone.
"Don't start Sam. You had a bullet through your lung three days ago and even though Isaral healed you, I know you're still hurting. You can't hide it from me, so don't even try," Dean retorted, his brows arching daring Sam to deny it.
"Whatever. Can we go? I'm hungry," Sam mumbled as he shuffled toward the door.
"Let me go out first Sammy," Dean said, pushing ahead of Sam.
Sam rolled his eyes yet again, but allowed Dean to take the lead. Dean poked his head out the door and nodded at who stood waiting there, then stepped out, motioning Sam to follow. Sam walked through the door and was immediately flanked by Dean and Bryan with Bobby leading the way across the complex to the mess hall.
"So...where's the fourth musketeer?" Sam quipped when he noticed Jakota's absence.
"I sent him to get some sleep. He has the first shift tonight," Dean replied, his eyes continually scanning the surrounding terrain.
"Dean, I don't need a guard at my door. Really man, you're getting paranoid..." Sam complained.
"A bullet through your lung Sam...ring any bells? Remember our deal little brother, or I'll haul your ass right back to your room and I'll tie you to the bed if I have to!" Dean spat angrily.
Sam pursed his lips, not saying another word. He quickened his steps, but stumbled when his knees buckled beneath him. Dean and Bryan quickly reached out and grabbed his arms, steadying him until his legs would once again support him. He gave them an embarrassed smile as he continued walking. Dean kept a firm grip on his arm, just above his elbow and as much as it annoyed him, Sam didn't shake him off because he knew he'd probably fall if it weren't for the support.
They made it to the mess hall without further incidence and Dean led Sam to a table. "You sit, I'll get you a plate," Dean stated firmly.
"Dean, I can get my own lunch," Sam protested.
"Yeah, right Sam. You can barely hold yourself up as it is. Sit...don't move."
Sam let out an exasperated sigh and rested his face in his hands. Dean filled a plate and set it on the table in front of his brother. Sam looked up and smiled lightly then slowly lifted a forkful to his mouth. Dean's voice made him stop before the food even hit his tongue.
"Okay everyone. Listen up!" Dean said, loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.
"Dean...what are you doing?" Sam asked suspiciously.
Dean held up a finger to silence Sam before continuing. "I know some of you may know Gordon Walker, and I'm sure most of you have heard of him. Well, Gordon seems to think that my brother, someone you all have come to know, is evil. I'm sure you've all heard that too. Three days ago Gordon tried but failed to kill Sam. Now, I can't be certain, but lets just say I have a feeling that there might just be someone here working with our buddy Gordon..."
Sam stood and grabbed Dean's arm and turned him around. "What the hell are you doing Dean?" he whispered urgently.
"I'm doing my job Sam," Dean replied before turning back to his audience.
"Sorry 'bout that folks. So, as I was saying, one of you, maybe more are working with Gordon. Now, I will find out who you are and I will take you out. Understand people, Sam's here to destroy the demon army, contrary to what Gordon believes. And me, I'm here to destroy anything or anyone who tries to hurt my brother. That's all, you can all go back to your meals," Dean finished with a smile, then went to the mess line and filled his own plate.
Dean sat next to Sam, turning to look at his brother who stared at him, slackjawed. Dean shrugged his shoulders then proceeded to shove a heaping spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth.
Sam shook his head and dropped his fork onto his plate, then pushed the plate away. Dean watched his brother and shaking his head he pulled the plate back in front of Sam.
"Eat Sam, you need to build your strength back up," Dean said then turned back to his meal.
Sam glared at Dean as he wordlessly picked his fork up again and began to slowly eat.
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"Gordon, I think you're wrong about Sam Winchester."
"Sam Winchester is evil. He has everyone in that camp snowed," Gordon replied to the figure hidden in the shadows.
"I don't think so. I've been keeping a close eye on him as you asked. All I've seen points to him being exactly as he says. He's not evil Gordon and he may just be our best weapon against the demons. I can't continue with your plan. The demon who told you about Sam could have been lying. Demon's lie, you know that."
"You will continue with the plan or you will die. Don't forfeit your life for that...thing. I don't even know what he is. He should be dead, but he isn't. Does that sound normal to you?"
"Isaral healed him Gordon. Isaral is a messenger from God. Look it up. Why would God send a messenger and healer to Sam if he is as you say he is?"
"How do you know that's really this Isaral? Could be a demon posing as God's messenger," Gordon commented dryly.
"No, he crosses the salt lines. Holy water doesn't burn him. You're wrong about Sam, Gordon."
"Sam Winchester must, and will die. You will stick to the plan or you will pay the price."
No more words were spoken and the figure disappeared into the night. Gordon Walker watched the figure walk away, a cruel smile playing over his lips. Sam Winchester would not escape death again. Gordon would make sure of it.
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That damn Gordon! He just doesn't quit! I hope you liked that chapter and I hope you will let me know!
Cindy.