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CHAPTER SIXTEEN- FOR THE RIGHT REASONS
Gordon leant against a pillar casually, cradling his rifle.
"See, I was doing an exorcism in Louisiana. Teenage girl, seemed routine, some low-level demon. But between all the jabbering and head-spinning, the damn thing muttered something. About a coming war. And I don't think it meant to, it just kind of slipped out. But it was too late. Peaked my interest. And you can really make a demon talk, you got the right tools."
Dean stared at him.
"And what happened to the girl it was possessing?"
"She didn't make it," Gordon said lightly.
My lip curled in disgust.
Dean shook his head, echoing my sentiments.
"Well, you're a son of a bitch."
Gordon stood, backhanding Dean across the face.
"That's my momma you're talking about."
He paused a beat.
"Anyway. This demon tells me there are soldiers to fight in this coming war. Humans, fighting on hell's side. You believe that? I mean, they're psychics, so they're not exactly pure humans, but still. What kind of worthless scumbag have you got to be to turn against your own race?"
Dean glared at Gordon.
"But you know the biggest kick in the ass?" He grinned. "This demon said I knew one of them. Our very own Sammy Winchester."
Dean chuckled.
"Oh, this is a whole new level of moronic, even for you."
"Uh-uh, I ain't finished yet."
Before I knew it, Gordon had a knife pressed against my throat.
"It also said they would take you, Odette Slessor, to convert. It did say you were too pure for their tastes, but," Gordon cut a line into my neck.
"The demon said you might be stronger."
The blood trickled down my throat.
Dean cursed, pulling at his bonds.
"You lay a hand on Bambi, you bastard, I swear to God I'll-"
"You'll what?"
Gordon withdrew.
"What, Dean? I know both of them see visions. I did my homework, made damn sure it was true."
He crossed to the corner and sat down.
"About a month ago, found another freak in town. He could deep-fry a person by touch alone."
"Yeah?" Dean spat. "Did he kill anyone?"
"Well," Gordon shrugged. "Besides Mr. Tinkles the cat? No. But he was working up to it. They're all going to be killers, Dean."
He pointed the knife at me.
"Your Bambi over there, I regret that, I do, but she'll kill someone one day too. I'm sorry, they both have to die."
He cocked the rifle, and I closed my eyes.
"You think Sam's stupid enough to walk through that front door?" Dean laughed incredulously.
"And Odette? She wouldn't hurt a fly."
"No, I don't," Gordon stood up.
"Especially since I'm sure you found a way to warn him. Ha. You really think I'm that stupid?"
Dean raised his eyebrows.
"No, Sammy's gonna scope the place, see me covering the front door, so he's going to take the back. And when he does, he'll hit the tripwire."
Gordon pulled out a grenade.
"Boom."
Dean snorted.
"Sam's not gonna fall for a friggin' tripwire."
"Maybe you're right," Gordon nodded.
"That's why I'll have a second one."
~Supernatural~
Gordon set up the tripwire across the back doorway, returning to our room and straddled a chair.
"Come on, man," Dean reasoned.
"I know Sam, he's got more of a conscience than I do, and so does Odette. I mean, she's friggin' scared of rats, for pete's sake! They'd never kill anybody!"
"I'm sorry, Dean, especially about the kid. But I can't help it. They'll turn into monsters one day."
"How, huh? How?" Dean yelled.
"Beats me," He shrugged. "But they will."
"No, you don't know that!"
"I'm surprised at you, Dean," Gordon clicked his tongue.
"Getting all emotional. I'd heard you were more of a professional than this."
"I'm sorry, I am," Gordon swiftly gagged us. "But I have to."
He raised the knife, and I screwed my eyes shut.
There were two clicks from the door.
We froze.
"You hear him?"
The door squeaked.
"Here he comes."
We flinched helplessly as the first grenade exploded.
"Hold on," Gordon cautioned. "Not yet. Just wait and see."
Dean struggled violently as the second grenade went off.
The tears rolled down my cheeks.
Sam was dead, and I was about to die.
"Sorry, Dean."
Gordon moved forward, backing away as the door blasted open.
We stared in disbelief at Sam and Castiel.
"How did you-" Gordon sputtered.
Sam raised his gun.
"Angelic interference."
Castiel gazed stonily at Gordon.
Sam's tone was low.
"Drop the gun."
Gordon did not move.
"Put it down now!" Sam shouted.
Gordon looked at him calmly.
"You wouldn't shoot me, would you, Sammy? Because your brother thinks you're some kind of saint."
"Yeah?" Sam cocked an eyebrow. "I wouldn't be so sure."
"See, that's what I said," Gordon nodded, charging Sam.
He didn't factor in Castiel.
Castiel swung Gordon around easily, pinning him against the wall.
"You should not have done that."
He pressed two fingers to Gordon's forehead.
He slumped to the ground, unconscious.
Castiel turned to me, untying the rope around my wrists, as Sam did the same to Dean.
"Thanks," I stood shakily, pulling off the gag.
I caught hold of Sam's arm to make sure he was really there.
He smiled at me, before glaring at Gordon's motionless body.
"It's Sam, you bastard."
~Supernatural~
I couldn't help but smile, remembering Gordon's capture by the police.
Dean drove down the road
Sam picked up his phone.
"Hey, Ava, it's Sam, again. Um, call me when you get this, just want to make sure you got home okay."
Dean glanced at him.
"Everything all right?"
"Yeah," Sam sighed. "I hope so."
"Well, Gordon should be reaching for the soap for the next few years at least."
"Yeah," Sam nodded.
"If they pin Scott Carey's murder on him. And if he doesn't bust out."
"Dude, you ever take of like that again…." Dean threatened.
"What?" Sam challenged. "You'll kill me?"
Dean glowered.
"That is so not funny."
Sam laughed.
"All right, all right. So where to next, then?"
"One word," Dean snickered. "Amsterdam!"
I hid my smile as Sam glared at him.
"Come on, man, I hear the coffeeshops don't even serve coffee!"
"I'm not just gonna ditch the job, Dean."
"Screw the job," Dean gunned the ignition.
"I'm sick of it anyway. I mean, we don't get paid, we don't get thanked. The only thing we get is bad luck."
"Well, come on, dude, you're a hunter," Sam reasoned. "It's what you were meant to do."
"I wasn't meant to do anything," Dean growled.
"I don't believe in that destiny crap."
"You mean you don't believe in my destiny," Sam said quietly.
"Yeah, whatever."
"Look, Dean," Sam rubbed his head.
"I've tried running before. I mean, I ran all the way to California and look what happened. You can't run from this. And you can't protect me."
"I can try."
"Thanks for that," Sam said softly.
Dean nodded.
"Look, Dean, I'm gonna keep hunting. I mean, whatever is coming, I'm taking it head-on; so if you really want to watch my back, I guess you'll have to stick around."
"Bitch."
"Jerk."
They both grinned, and I suppressed a chuckle.
After a short pause, Sam scooped up his phone again.
"You calling that Ava girl again?" Dean waggled his eyebrows.
"You sweet on her or something?"
Sam gave him a dirty look.
"She's engaged, Dean."
Dean smirked.
"So? What's the point in saving the world if you can't get a little nookie once in a while, huh?"
Sam hung up, scowling.
I snorted at Castiel's expression.
"What is a nookie?"
I grinned for the first time in months, patting his arm.
"Trust me, Castiel, you don't wanna know."
Dean looked at the still-scowling Sam.
"What?"
"Just a feeling," Sam frowned. "How far is it to Peoria?"
~Supernatural~
We broke into the Wilson's home, sweeping the room with flashlights.
"Hello?" I called.
"Is anybody home?"
We went into the bedroom.
Ava's fiancé was dead, face-up on the bed, shirt and sheets soaked in blood.
"Oh my God," I whispered, horrified.
Dean ran a finger along the windowsill.
"Sulfur."
Castiel stared at the room.
"A demon's been here. A powerful one."
I knelt to the ground numbly.
Ava's engagement ring had fallen in a pool of blood.