(So for anyone unclear on it, this is the episode Hunted, from season 2. Of course it is tweaked to fit into the story and add interesting information that you, and Sam and Dean should know. It won't last long. Just like Home I'm just visiting not staying a week on the subject.- oh and I noticed that I've been switching the year Sam's born. Its supposed to be 1983, but for some reason I keep flipping back and forth between '82 and '83.

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Chapter Nineteen

Sam drove like a bat out of hell. He could feel Fred next to him willing the car to go slower but Sam wasn't giving in. After the call he'd received he wasn't going to stop for anyone.

"Sam! Thank God you picked up!" God she had sounded so relieved. She sounded concerned. And he had even heard sassy Jo in the background asking other hunters harsh questions. Of course Sam had asked what was wrong. "Your brother. He left about two hours ago, but when Jo took out the trash she saw that the Impala was still here."

"What?!" Sam had blurted. Dean never left his baby behind.

"Jo was telling me that your brother was off, he was swaying when he left. I don't know what happened, but he isn't here."

For some reason Bobby and his father were inaccessible on the phone. His father not picking up the phone wasn't weird. His uncle not picking up the phone meant something was wrong, only putting more stress on Sam.

It had taken a lot of convincing on his end but he had wrestled the keys to the Dodge from Missouri and tucked his Baretta into his waist band, and thrown the pump rifle in the back seat. Fred stepped out from the door and had lifted a hand keeping the car from going once Sam had started the engine. Sam glared at the man. Sure he was dressed like Mr. Friggen Rogers with that button up shirt, and the cardigan. That didn't mean Sam wouldn't hurt him. Manually Sam had rolled down the window and growled. "Get out of my way."

Soundlessly Fred had slid inside the door and released the car. "Let's go."

Sam assumed now the way Fred was clutching hook on the roof that he was regretting that choice. Very much so.

Sam's phone rang and Sam didn't take his eyes off the road. "Who is it." He bit out.

He waited for Fred to flip the phone up and look at the caller. "It's your brother."

Luckily they hadn't made it to the highway yet. All Sam had to do was find a spot on the side of the road wide enough to place the car then killed the engine. On the third ring Sam swiped the phone from the man and pressed it to his face. "Dean! Where the hell are you- Ellen just called and said that you left your car in the parking lot. What the hell?!"

"Chill, Samantha." Dean soothed, although Sam clearly heard hints of tension in his brother's tone. "I ran into this girl Leia. She drove this sweet cherry red 1980 Thunderbird and I had to give her and the car a spin."

Sam bit at his lip and nearly drew blood. Shit his brother was in trouble. He hated the 1980 Thunderbird. Said it was a blemish in the line of classic beauties produced. "So you stopped for a girl. Dude we were going to meet up in Haddonfield. You scared the crap out of me when you didn't show."

"Well see here's the thing, Sammy." His brother started. "I went back to Baby and she wouldn't start. I would have gone to Ellen, but it was late, and I didn't want to bother her. If you don't mind coming and picking me up, I can have Bobby tow Baby back."

Dean would never abandon his car. Even if it was going to be towed and it was in the Roadhouse parking lot he wouldn't leave it. Besides he took care of it too good for it to ever give out on him. "Yeah. I can do that. I'm maybe about four hours away. Think you can handle that."

Dean stayed quiet for a second. "Yeah I got a handle on it. I'm gonna send you the address to the place. Just meet me here."

"No problem." Sam ended the call and gave a growl. "Shit, he's in trouble."

Fred looked over at Sam in curiosity. "How could you tell?"

"He said Leia, among other key words and phrases." Sam rubbed a hand across his face. "He's in a deep."

"Leia?" Fred asked confused.

Sam started up the engine once he collected himself and pulled back on the road. "Yeah. I'm his only hope."

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His phone was flipped closed and Gordon tossed it to the side somewhere. Dean didn't bother following it. Tied down to the chair he couldn't do much anyways.

"You're making a mistake." Dean scowled. He tugged uselessly on the restraints, but didn't stop glaring at Gordon. "Whatever you think your accomplishing with this bull crap, it isn't going to be good. It's just going to get an innocent kid, my innocent brother, killed."

Gordon steadied Dean with a curious stare. "I wonder. Do you know what he is?"

"You mean besides a giant." Dean scoffed. Internally though he didn't like the tone. He didn't like the question. What did Gordon know. What did Gordon think his brother was? From a crazy zealot's point of view Sam could be something 'evil' with the powers he contained. "I don't know what you expect him to do, but kid's hunted five times. He's green in the gills, but he's improving."

Gordon dragged over a chair and sat down in front of Dean. He put the rifle he'd shouldered before into his lap. "True. I imagine being out of the business he is a bit green, but that's not where I'm taking it. I don't know if you know this, but your brother he's a demon."

Dean gawfed. "Right. Dude sees a puppy and starts cooing."

Gordon's face twisted from impatient to irritated. "You know; you Winchesters are cocky asses."

"Actually got it from my mother."

Gordon ran an impatient hand across his face. "I trapped this demon once. Had him for days. I got what I needed from him and I was going to leave him, just like that. Only problem was I had sealed up a good portion of the room with bricks. I had a few more to go, and he wouldn't stop begging. Bastard knew wouldn't be found for years. Little shit decided he didn't want to stay there in the rotting corpse so he starts spilling. Secrets. A lot of them. One of them I found very interesting. You see this demon has been putting together couples and at the right moment and they have babies. When the baby is a certain age demon sneaks in and bleeds into the child."

Dean's eyes widened. Bleeds into the child? If Gordon was telling the truth that could have been the source of Sam's powers. He collected himself in what he hoped was time. "Demons lie Gordon."

"Not this one. This one was shitting in his pants." He tapped Dean with the barrel of his rifle. "Besides I asked. I asked for names. He listed a few. Then when I went after the first one I realized that he was right. This kid. He had killed every member of his family. Was going to get away with it too then I avenged them. Scott, he killed the neighbor's cat. One touch, and I knew that he in the right time would also turn just as rotten. Another curious name was on that list. And had you just told me where he was, you wouldn't be here. He says your brother is favored."

Dean scoffed. "Please. This is coming out like a telenovela."

"See apparently your mother was a member of the Campbells. They are tough bastards, while your father is this Man of Letters Legacy." He smirked at Dean's confused look. "Best I can figure is they were some secretive book club. All the members are dead, so I've got shit on them. Then he mentioned that your blood line is rich, goes all the way back to Cain."

"I'm sure everyone is linked to Cain somehow." Dean laughed. "Everyone is related to George Washington by some fucking way. Besides this is getting sillier by the minute. Next thing you'll tell me is that I have an evil twin." To be honest it was getting more concerning, and unclouded by the minute. He wasn't going to tell the bastard that.

Gordon looked concerned as he eyed the middle Winchester. "I don't want to have to kill you too. You aren't in this, neither is your father. In fact, think like your father. He would do what would need to be done to protect everyone. These kids, your brother, they're meant to do something awful. Your dad would-"

"Dad wouldn't ever turn on any of us." Dean growled. "Never. That's not what family is Gordon."

Gordon scowled. "I did."

Dean felt his heart stutter. Did he just hear right?

"Want to know why I am so- how did you phrase the question when we first met…butt sore about vampires?" Gordon asked. He stood up and kicked back the chair to the corner. "I didn't know about the world. I was clueless. I was some dumb kid going to school and my sister came home one day and there was something unholy about her." Gordon's mouth ticked. "She was all I had too. I was raising her after our parents had died in a plane crash. I locked her in the room and that's when a hunter came by. Saw her get changed, but couldn't stop it. He took care of the nest but she had gotten away. Come home. He handed me a vial of blood and told me that this was from the one who changed her. I mixed it with a few things and I could change her back."

Dean had heard of a cure. It was rare. But you get the blood from vampire who changed you or the person you loved you could change back. "And-"

"After he left I killed her." Gordon's lip twitched again.

"You had the cure." Dean jerked on the restraints his pity leaving him just as quickly as it had come. "You didn't save her when you had the chance. How is that remotely similar to my situation?"

"She was tainted." Gordon stated simply. He recalled her screaming and throwing herself against her restraints. He'd tried to talk to her, tell her he could save her and hateful words had spilled from her. He knew then that she was gone. She had gone dark, and nothing could bring her back. "She was evil, she didn't want the cure, she didn't want me anymore."

Dean jerked again against his restraints, hatred spilling over his face. "You were her big brother. She had a- a disease running through her- she wasn't in control of what she was doing. I thought you were crazy before but now, now your just insane."

Gordon looked unpleased at how little sympathy he got. "It had to be done."

"Had you given her the damn cure then she would have calmed down. Thanked you even. Only after it had run its course though." Dean's jaw twitched. "You know what Gordon. You get Sam; you kill him, you better kill me because every second of every day I am going to be thinking of ways to kill you."

"You are a good hunter, and a good kid, Dean. Don't let it come to that." Gordon sounded almost pleading now.

"Screw you." Dean spat his face reading nothing but hate. "Screw you and your tragic back story. Your nothing but a crazy zealot who sees evil in places it isn't."

Gordon sighed. "I really hoped it wouldn't come to this. I hoped you would have agreed." He dug into his pocket and dragged out a bandana. The middle was stuffed in Dean's mouth and tied off in the back. "Maybe in the next few hours you'll become a little more reasonable." He patted Dean's shoulder. "I however have a trap to set up."

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Before Sam could exit the car and head into the bar, the door to the blue VW Bug was opened and a woman stepping out. She bundled closer to her coat and looked nervously at Sam before heading over to him. Sam moved to grab his Baretta from his waist band, on edge thanks to his missing brother and Fred put a hand to stop him.

When Sam looked to question Fred, Fred answered, "She's one of you."

Sam flicked his head back to the woman walking over to them. She looked the age. Certainly a possibility.

She stopped a good distance from them. "I- I have a warning for you."

"What warning?" Sam's voice remained deep and impatient.

"It's going to sound crazy, but you're going to die." She tugged on her shoulder length hair and looked like she was trying to convince herself she was doing the right thing. "Geeze, coming out like that it does sound crazy. I should explain myself."

"What can you do?" Fred asked patiently. "Just visions?"

The woman sputtered and grasped for reality. "Uh- just visions? Just visions?" She turned around like she was looking for a camera team pranking her. "I uh- yeah. Just friggen visions. How do you know anyways. Why are you not surprised? Oh God, you both are crazier than I am!"

Sam put a hand to his head. "Look calm down."

"Calm down. I drove miles to come here and give you a warning. I haven't even told you what I've seen and you've guessed that I have seen something." She looked ready to run. "God what I am I doing here?"

"I have visions too." Sam stated quietly. Since drinking the tea he didn't wake up in the middle of them and they were become harder and harder to differentiate between dream and vision. More often than not he confirmed its truth, once someone had died. Sam hadn't been happy with it. He could prevent the deaths, but Dean was happy that he wasn't being tortured in his sleep anymore. Even Missouri claimed that it was a side effect that was much needed. "You were born 1983? Have a house fire when you were a baby?"

She looked a little shocked. "Yes, I was born 1983, but house fire? What the hell do you mean by that?"

Her parents hadn't disturbed the demon that night. "Look. Sorry, I'm Sam. I know this is all incredibly weird, but-" but what. He had to get his brother away from whoever had him. But then…if she saw his death. If he died saving Dean, Dean would never forgive him. Maybe she could prevent something bad from happening today. "Look, let's get a table inside and talk. You don't like what's going on you can leave any time."

She agreed and they were seated at the table in the far corner of the bar. Sam had waved off Ellen's beckoning with a raise of his pointer finger.

"So what's your name?" Fred asked. He and Ava stood out from the usual crowd of hunters occupying the place.

"Ava…Ava Wilson."

Sam waved off Jo who had headed in the back to obviously see if Sam was on the war path to bring back Dean. She looked put out by his dismissal but Sam had too many things on his mind. "Start from the beginning."

"God my fiancé is going to kill me for this…" She collected herself before starting. "I uh started having these awful headaches. Then at night I would see these awful nightmares. People blowing their brains out, jumping from bridges. I really didn't think much of it until I saw this guy walking to his car and he got stabbed." She pulled an article free from her pocket and unfolded it in front of Sam. There Scott Carey's smiling face was large and in the right corner. "I saw him die days before it happened."

"Okay." Fred said patiently. He looked a little disturbed though that he hadn't stopped the kid's death. That he hadn't intervened in time to save him.

"Then I saw you. You had this address written on a match book from here. And you were sneaking into the back of this locked abandoned house. You took one step inside and just- exploded." Ava looked disturbed.

Sam could recall all the vivid visions he'd had and just how disturbing they had been. "A matchbook?"

Fred nudged a matchbook that had been left on the table. It was something Ellen did to promote her place; she did ask they didn't use it for illegal purposes though. "You probably were going to write it on the closest thing you could."

Sam scratched at the back of his head. His mind running through everything she had just said. Obviously whoever had Dean was at this abandoned home, and he had set up traps in the back of the house. If the trap was in the back though, he was probably guarding the front. So attacking from the front wouldn't aid him in anyway. He would trigger the bomb and fight when they had been blown. "Thank you, Ava. You actually have just helped me out."

"So you aren't going?" She asked hopefully.

"I can't guarantee that." Sam said quietly.

"I just told you that you go and you die!" Her voice raised a pitch. "Why the hell did I drive this far just to give you the warning. You don't know how much I should be doing right now. Invites, guest lists, and I still need to meet up with my fiancé and choose the caterer."

"That building is where my brother is being held." Sam placated. "With the information you gave me I know what to expect. So really thank you."

"You- are both crazy!" She slid her purse on her shoulder and stood up.

"Ava wait." Sam put a hand on her arm. "What you can do. It's just the start. I know we're crazy but please just listen for a second."

She didn't move to sit down but she didn't pull back her arm either. "There are others like us. And we are all in danger. Fred- Fred here can help. He's helping me get a grasp on what I can do so that I don't hurt people I care about. He can do the same for you."

Ava looked a little put out. "I have a life. I have a wedding. I don't have time for Mr. Miyagi to teach me to wax on and wax off."

Fred slid a card with his name and his phone number. "Okay. You decide you want the help, please just call me."

Sam slid it towards himself though and with a pen left on the table scribbled a second number on the back. "My number is there, too. If you see anything, or need any help just call me. My brother and I we help others in unique situations. We can use the information to help others."

She looked like she didn't want to take the card, but after a second's debate slid her manicured hand around it. "I'll consider it." She sighed and motioned towards the pen with her hand. "Give me the pen and the matchbook." Sam handed her the items and she wrote down her digits. "This is how you get me. Don't call me though, unless it is an emergency. I don't want my fiancé wondering why another man is calling me."

"Of course." Sam nodded.

She didn't offer a goodbye but did offer a small smile before turning around and walking towards the door.

Sam stood up himself. "Let me talk with Ellen, then we'll get Dean."

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His mouth was dry. Which was weird, because the gag between his teeth was soaked with his own saliva. Then again it could be partly the fact that Sam was being led into a trap. A trap where he could very well possibly be blown to bits. In the call though he'd said enough that Sam knew that once he made it to the abandoned home he would expect a trap. He had to hope that Sam was prepared. That he had called in some back up. Surely his father and uncle were called.

Gordon grunted and Dean twisted the best he could in his ties to see what the man was setting up. But still he was unable to see anything. Gordon had been busy the last few hours stringing up wires. It painted his plan out more than if he had drawn a picture. Sam sneaks in the back and triggers the wire when he walks in. Boom. Once again Dean hoped Sam was aware enough to avoid that last part. And from the amount of work Gordon was putting into it, he probably laid two traps. One to be visible and nearly obvious, and the other to actually get his brother.

The image of Sam exploding caused unbidden tears to water his eyes. He puffed a breath through the gag his mouth making a disgusting wet sound thanks to his soaked gag. He blinked away the wetness when he heard Gordon grunt again and straighten. The man padded loudly to Dean clearly out of breath from his constructing. He dropped the material he used to set up the traps and scooped up the gun leaning up against the window to create the sense that he was guarding the front. Forcing Sam to use the back door.

"I'm not going to lie. I met Sam many times. I met his girlfriend. He's a nice guy. He's a smart guy. But like my sister he's tainted. Evil touched him and as nice as he is now it won't make up for when his true nature shows through. And trust me his true nature will come through. How long until you think that demon blood inside of him takes to turn that sweet kid into a killing machine."

Dean turned his head away from the man focusing on the dirt and dust on the ground. No way Sam turned into a killing machine. Yes, take down evil. Kill the monsters that stalk the night, but just kill? Never. Kid bled emotion.

Gordon didn't shut up. He kept talking. Damn zealot thought he was some TV evangelist saving the damn universe by screwing over everyone else. "Kids going to see me guarding the front. Probably get a little surprised at who's holding you. Get him all emotional. Then he'll sneak in the back." Dean glanced firmly at the spot on the ground blinking rapidly. "I've got a wire at the door, he'll spot that and trigger it easily, only he won't expect the second one that I've set up."

Dean grunted through his gag. Emotion bled through the simple motion.

"Look I've already told you. You're a good kid. Of the two you're the yang to his yin. The light to his dark. I like your family, despite you guys being some pretty solid assholes. Your father went from rock bottom to sober and has stayed that way. You rebounded from your mother dying and raised your brother, pretty good despite his evil." Gordon pushed away from the window and Dean looked up to give the man a murderous gaze. "Just let this happen. Let me save the world. Do the right thing."

The right thing? Sam had powers. Sam had abilities. Sam was working through everything. Drinking the tea at night. Dampening his visions, and the influences that the yellowed eyed bastard tried to put over him. He was spending the time to train so that he didn't cause disaster by accident. Gordon didn't know Sam. Gordon knew shit.

"About this time." Gordon went back to the window and looked out. He didn't grin but his voice held the high of a hunt. It was a familiar tone that every hunter had. Only Dean didn't enjoy the tone here. That meant that Sam was the game. That Sam was the one being hunted. The kid didn't deserve that. "He's here."

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