(Thanks Lenail125 for the review. And in response to the one you left on Heroes and Monsters I do write Dean as mature. I guess, in my own little universe he was snarky and silly, but he also was Sam's main provider and was Sam's father. He's an adult for all intents and purposes.)

Chapter Twenty

Bobby looked across the cab of John's truck and furrowed his brows at the voicemail the ever shaggy haired Sam had left. He felt bad. After getting the bad news he and John had packed, John's phone must have stayed on silent (as it permanently was) and his own, well it must have been the beeping he'd heard when he was on the phone with Rufus. Sam's call was trying to push its way through and Bobby had been too distracted to end the call with Rufus, and afterwards to call the kid back. Now they were miles away. Too far away to offer help.

"John." Bobby pulled the phone away from his ear and scowled. "The boys are in trouble."

John's hand tightened on the wheel. "What?"

Bobby pressed the button to replay and put the phone on speaker. He turned down the dial on the radio and Sam's voice filled up the cab.

"Okay, so none of you are answering your phones. I guess I'll go alone, but I should be fine. Ellen says that Dean stopped by the Roadhouse on the way to Lawrence. He left his car in the parking lot overnight, and I'm concerned. I'm heading to Ellen's now. I'll find him don't worry."

Then Bobby pulled his phone back over and pressed to listen to the next one.

"Shit Bobby, we have to turn back." John started to use his blinker.

Which Bobby promptly stopped. "We're too far out. The kid's trained he's going to help his brother and-" He pressed to play the next message. It was only twenty minutes between the calls according to the voice that spilled information.

"Fred's coming with me, and I got a confirmed call from Dean. He's being held against his will and someone is using him to bait me. I'll be fine. I'm concerned you aren't picking up so I'm going to assume you're on a hunt, but I'll be fine. I have the address, I anticipate a trap and I'll save the damn damsel." There was a grunt in the background. "We'll save the damsel. Fred and myself. Don't worry about it."

John gritted his teeth. "Fred?"

"He's another psychic. The guy we heard about from 1931. I spoke with Sam about him once. He's real strong. If anyone can help Sam get Dean back, it's him."

John wasn't convinced. "Dean's my boy though. Dean's your boy. We should still help."

"Sam's only a few hours away and we-" Bobby stopped. They had driven too far away. He couldn't believe he was voting to not help, but they had a bigger situation in Colorado. "Besides the nest has become far too active if they've gone after Elkins. And to have stolen something. It had to have been really good. We don't want something like that in the hands of vampires."

"Yeah…" John stated quietly. "Your right. Sam's got a handle on that."

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The lock picking would have been quiet, if Dean hadn't been holding his breath and Gordon intent on the sound himself. Dean prayed to whoever was listening that Sam would not only see the first wire, but the second as well. The lock clicked off to the side and Dean strained his hearing to listen as the doorknob turned the door creaked opened. And- BANG.

Dean jerked forward himself in surprise at the sound of the explosion. The sound of stray wood slamming around and breaking nearly broke Dean down. His over active imagination created an image of Sam's bones breaking as he was flung. He grunted through the gag wishing his words would form through it.

Gordon crouched down next to Dean a finger needlessly to his lips. "Not yet Dean. There is still-"

Before 'one more' could be said the second explosion went off. This time the force caused Dean to cry out and jolt forward in his seat. A piece of plywood flew past his head and hit the wall breaking into two. In a fit of rage Dean started to scream through the gag. He switched off between begging his brother to speak to him, and muffled obscenities towards Gordon.

Gordon looked pitifully down at Dean and patted at his shoulder before raising up his gun towards the walled off space. "Sorry Dean."

Dean 'screamed' after him. Angry that he couldn't form words. Angry that his brother could be dead. Angry that this entire situation had to happen. His head twisted to the side however when his brother's voice rang out through the shack.

"So it's been you, Gordon…"

xxxOOOxxx

Luckily for Sam Gordon had been looking for a body on the ground. It hadn't taken much to sneak up behind him. Sam cocked his Baretta and pressed it firmly into Gordon's skull. "So it's been you, Gordon…" He bit out filtering out his brother's frantic cries. He'd get to Dean once he'd got a handle on Gordon.

"Got me." Gordon put up his hands slowly, but Sam read the tension in the man's shoulders he wasn't going to go down without a fight.

"Been going after the kids, huh. Finally linked those together. You think we're all just going to sit back and watch the world burn." Sam fought back his anger. Anger meant his head clouded, it also meant his powers went out of control. Not the ideal situation for that. "Not all of us are choosing to be bad. Some of us are retaliating."

Gordon's stance on the 'children' didn't seem to change though. Sam could tell, him mentioning it only made him bunch his muscles more. "How long can you fight it though, Sam. How long until your killing dogs and putting knives in your family's eyes."

Despite anticipating the move Sam grunted as Gordon spun quickly and knocked the gun free from his hands. A second blow followed quickly, a harsh jab at his throat. Sam went down clutching his hand to it and gasping in air. Dean's cries on intensified. Sam was mad at himself but knew at the same time that while he'd been trained, he hadn't been trained quiet like Gordon.

"See your little army of super children, aren't going to do shit to the world. I know what lurks in your heart, Sam. I know what pumps through your veins. You are just as much demon as that-" Gordon was on his way to kick Sam while he was down, and his leg had frozen in midair. The man slid back until he hit the wall grasping at his throat trying to form words.

Sam watched surprised up until Fred stepped into the back door, a murderous look on his face. Fred hadn't even flicked a wrist; he was doing this with purely his mind. Fred was force to be reckoned with. Despite the anger clear in his gaze Fred kept his tone neutral. "Evil? Because we were forced these abilities. You consider that evil. You were planning on blowing Sam to kingdom come all because a demon spilled the beans on a plan not yet completed. A plan where innocents are pawns. What about you?"

Sam scooted back and used the wall to prop himself up while he collected his breath.

"What about your heartless kills. And from the way you talk, killed in the name of God." Fred was raising his voice at this point.

"Fred. Don't- we're not-" Sam finally managed to speak through his aching throat. He walked forward and put a hand on Fred's wrist.

"I'm not going to kill him." Fred stated firmly.

Sam looked to Fred. The conversation in the car ride over coming to mind. They had been discussing humanaine possibilities of handling the person once they had found him. They had come to one conclusion and as awful as it seemed it seemed the proper way to do it.

Sam released Fred's wrist. "Okay."

Gordon looked wide eyed between the pair. He tried pawing away Fred, but a second force shoved Gordon's hands to his sides. Fred placed a hand to Gordon's head and Gordon's pupil exploded in size. The man seized and shook grunting and baying. After a few minutes he stopped and he slumped forward his eyes remaining wide opened, but no longer seeing.

"I'm sorry." Sam said quietly.

Fred let the body go down slowly and delicately. "It's okay, it had to be done. This is the sure fire way to get him off the trail. And if I need to I can bring him back."

Sam nodded. He pointed towards the other room and stated one simple word. "Dean…"

"Go." Fred stated. He clearly wanted to be alone anyways.

Sam stepped carefully through the mess and searched out his brother. It wasn't a long search. Dean was the one squirming and grunting in a chair. Ropes looped to the arms and legs of a chair keeping him down. Sam picked up the pace still wary of stray wreckage. "Dean." He breathed.

He couldn't help the grunt as he crouched down to work at the knots keeping his brother down. Once one hand had been freed Dean set off to undo the other, Sam crouched lower to get to his feet. "Geeze Dean, you let a person get the drop on you, and you call me rusty."

Dean grunted but Sam got the idea of what was being said.

"Jerk." Sam responded still fumbling with the knots. By the time Sam had freed his brother's feet Dean arm was freed as well and he was undoing the knot at the back of his head in haste.

Gratefully he spat out the gag and it landed in a heap on the ground. Dean had so many things he wanted to say. Information he wanted to share, but he needed to know one thing first. "Gordon? You and- whoever's with you-" He stopped on the final word.

"Kill? No." Sam stated quietly. "You doing okay? Nothing is tingly or in pain?" Tied down on a chair cut off circulation. After a while that got painful.

"I'm good. What did you do to Gordon?" Dean demanded. He did start to stretch and flex his limbs though, alluding to aching muscles. "Cuz I swear I'll kill him, if you won't. Bastard won't stop hunting you or everyone else for that matter." He shook off Sam's concerned grip. "I mean it Sammy. The way he was speaking to me, he thought he was some murderous saint on a job from God himself."

"Dean. Gordon isn't dead but he isn't going to be coming after us either." Sam stated quietly.

"And how is that?"

"I've locked him away." Fred stepped into the room clearly composed. "He's trapped in his own mind. He cannot speak, or move."

Sam grinned at his gaping brother. "Dean, this is Fred. Fred, this is my obnoxious, big brother Dean. Fred here is one of the generation before me, and a total bad ass. Told you I didn't need you to come down." Sam added a quick tongue poke at the end.

"How do you know how to lock someone away? Is that a part of your powers?" Dean questioned.

Fred faltered. And Sam spoke up instead. "Dean, don't it's not a topic you want to get into." He looked back at Fred sympathy in his gaze. The man had looked so broken in the car once he'd suggested it. When Sam himself had asked the answer had been bitten out. "Sampson, went crazy. He was losing his grip on reality, and his mind was so raw from the attacks. I didn't know I could do it until I just knew I could. I locked Sampson away in his mind. Instead of the screams and blood that the demon was showing I blocked out all other minds, and created a world for him inside his head. As far as he knows he's back at home. With both his mother and father. Everyone important in his life is there supporting him. He has a wife and kids. He's happy. But I hated doing it, Sam. I wish I could have done more."

"It is one of my powers." Fred stated quietly. "And it is the second time I've done it. I won't do it unless it's necessary."

Dean didn't ask further. He knew someone haunted by a choice when he saw it. "Any rate thanks." He scratched at the back of his head and looked casually around. "I do think however that we should find his notes. Gordon had equally crazy friends, and I don't know how much they know, but we're better off without information in their hands."

They dug around the place a little before searching his car. Finally, Dean realized the man's front bench was tougher than usual and with a twist they found weapons hidden in a slide out compartment. Even Dean had to admire that work. Among the weapons was a journal, like Dean had suspected. Inside was a wave of rants about god and the devil. Crazy even for a hunter. What was interesting was the page that he'd written down all the information on the kids. The useful pages were torn out and the rest of the book set to flame.

Sam pointed Dean afterwards in the direction of the parked car and they took off in the direction.

"What about, Gordon?" Dean finally asked not feeling too sympathetic towards the man, but not wanting to leave his comatose ass there to rot.

"I'll call the local PD in the morning. Anonymous claim."

Dean clapped Sam on the back. "You're an upstanding citizen Sammy."

Sam handed Deans phone to him. He'd grabbed it up in the search for the journal. "And you are a good son who is going to call dad and Bobby and inform them that you and myself are still alive." At Dean's questioning look Sam grinned. "I may have left some voicemails informing them you had been missing, then later taken. I got a call back from them on the drive. Dad and Bobby nearly turned the car around to help me out. I calmed them down only once I promised that Fred was indeed with me and you would call once I had saved your damsel ass."

Dean grumbled and flipped open the phone. "I'm not a damsel."

"I'm sorry who was gagged and tied to a chair?"

xxxOOOxxx

John flipped the phone shut and inhaled deeply relaxing for the first time in a while. It wasn't hard to search out Bobby in the wreck of the home. Bobby was hunched over the leather bound journal, in the study. John kept his tread loud so he didn't sneak up on his friend. "Sam got him. Deans doing okay."

Bobby grunted and straightened. "Good. What happened?"

"Gordon got wise about the demon's interest in kids like Sam. He'd already killed two and was hoping to get Sam's location from Dean. When Dean refused he just took him." John pocketed his phone. "It's hard to swallow though. Gordon was a nut, but I didn't think he was capable of this."

"They kill him?" Bobby asked. He didn't want Gordon dead, but in their line of work sometimes they didn't have a choice.

John shook his head and helped resumed searching through the mess. "He didn't say what happened. Just that Gordon was handled."

"Well, we'll worry about that when we get back." Bobby closed up Elkin's journal and tossed it up and over to John. "I flipped through most of it. The man didn't lie when he said he'd been hunting for a long time. I've got a log going back to the sixties."

John caught the journal, but a wicked grin crossed his face before fading. "You were what, thirty in those days? What did you think of Kennedy?"

Bobby didn't look amused. "1960 I was ten you idjit. I don't see why your throwing stones. You were six. Not much younger."

"But still younger."

"How Sally handles being around you, I don't know? She used to be such a sensible woman." Bobby's eyes narrowed. Now that the journal was moved he saw faint scratches on the wood of the desk. He leaned down to inspect them.

"I'm a gentleman Singer, how Sally 'handles' me is none of your concern. Besides I don't ask Anne if she has any complaints." John nudged over an old smelly take out box. Apparently Elkins didn't cook, because that wasn't the first one he'd found since he showed up with Bobby.

Bobby looked up from his find and notched up an eyebrow. "Trust me. She doesn't. Come look at this Winchester, I think I've got something."

John went serious instantly and he stepped his way carefully to Bobby. "What do you have?"

"Scratches, but I don't think they are just scratch marks." Bobby looked around. "You see a pencil or paper?"

"Uh," John glanced around until his eyes went to the journal. It felt sacrilegious but he tore out an empty page in the back and handed it down. Bobby by then had found a pencil and immediately pressed the paper to the desk and rubbed. "Think it's a message?"

"Pretty sure." Bobby grunted. "It's the kind of think Elkins would do." When finished he lifted the paper. "Oh, yeah it's a note."

John whistled. "Three letters, six digits. The location and combination of a post office box. He taught me that. Well you first, since your older."

"And your boys say that you have no sense of humor." Bobby rolled his eyes. Sometimes he forgot where Sam and Dean got their snark.

xxxOOOxxx

The bar was busy. Sam stepped in and greeted Ellen for the second time that day. The air was much more relaxed now that a very alive and safe Dean was by his side. Ellen had ushered them into the back and only once the door was shut spoke up.

"What happened Dean? How the hell did you let yourself get taken?" She looked both boys over for injuries then to Fred confirming he was okay too. From the short time she'd met him she'd liked the man. He seemed like a pretty grounded man.

"Gordon." Dean ground out. "Put something in my drink. I really didn't have much say in the matter. It doesn't matter Ellen. He knew something he shouldn't and I need to know if he talks to people."

"Everyone talks to people." Ellen scowled disliking the void of information in the question. "Gordon frequents this place whenever he's around. Where is he anyways? And what would he be talking about?" When no one spoke her scowl went lower. "Your daddy comes into my bar and wants to talk to Ash alone. Afterwards Ash stays in his office days. Every now and again that contraption of his goes off and he rushes to call one of you three to spill whatever information he's got. Now I am not stupid. And I do not tattle. I want to know what's going on, before I give out any information of my own."

Sam and Dean exchanged a glance. Finally, Sam looked over at Ellen. "You're right. You've been a part of our family for so long, but we just had Gordon backstab us-"

"And Gordon was a fanatic nut. You tell him the pretzels have fangs and he's the first to chop them into bits. Jo and I would do nothing to hurt you boys." Ellen said quietly.

Once again Sam and Dean looked at each other. Unspoken words exchanged between them and Dean waved his hand towards Ellen. Clearly it wasn't his story to tell. "Ellen, I can do things." Sam finally said. "I can see things before they happen, and I can move things with my mind."

Ellen's face didn't move as Sam spoke of his girlfriend, the demon, and the plan. How Ash was tracking not only potential kids, but demonic activity in search for Azazel. By the end of it she hadn't shown much in the way of emotion.

"You know it isn't your fault." She said quietly.

"What?" Sam wasn't expecting that to be her first statement.

She put a hand on his shoulder. "Jessica's death."

"Why is everyone so stuck on that?!" Sam stated a little exasperated.

"Because you are." She said a sad smile on her face. "Anyways, it's very…crazy what's going on."

Dean hung back the points that Gordon had spilled in his short time of captivity. Sam hadn't heard about the blood. He didn't care to shock Sam, and frankly he felt no one but immediate family deserved to know. Some may have interoperated the information for something it wasn't. Sure the demon logically gave the children demon blood, but it didn't make Sam evil. Sam was the kind of person to care more deeply for the world and its occupants than himself. How was that evil?

"Very crazy." Dean finally vocalized.

"As far as you, and any other poor kid involved goes I haven't heard much. This kid, Max Miller, made the news but it was more due to the death of his family." She read Sam's face, and shook her head. "One of the loose cannons in your generation."

"Unfortunately. He certainly didn't help make a good case on our behalf with Gordon. I'm not saying that all of the kids are good." Sam scratched at the back of his head. "It's like anything else. There's good people and bad people in the world."

Ellen shushed Sam loudly. "I know. I'm not saying anything of the sort. I know some dogs bite and some don't. And beyond that there hasn't been talk about what's going on. As far as Gordon goes he talks to very few people. Not a whole lot of people warm up to him. He's a lot to absorb."

"Who does he talk to?" Dean asked.

"A few other zealots. One of them is a guy named Kubrick, but I know for a fact that they've been out of touch a while. Kubrick is out of country right now. He's journeying through Israel trying to find God." Ellen crossed her arms and leaned up against the wall. "You should be safe unless he's made a new friend, and I highly doubt that. I've already alluded to his people talking skills."

"You have." Fred confirmed.

Ellen glanced over at each man in turn. "I may tell Jo. But our lips are sealed. And you know that if you need to hear the latest gossip from the hunter community I've got it. I'll see If I can't warn you about some other vigilante thinking he's saving the world."

"Thanks Ellen." Sam relief was heartfelt.

"I know it's hard to believe. But you're a good kid." She smirked over at Dean. "Even your brother. That family of yours did a good job in raising you boys right. I just wish you trusted yourselves like everyone else trusted you."

Sam looked uncomfortable and Dean gave a wide cocky grin. "I know. I'd like to think I had a big hand in making Sam a huge sap."

"Probably all the teasing and the pranks you pulled." Sam grinned and notched up an eyebrow.

"Pranks? Teasing? You are talking about yourself right. Christmas, with the whip cream and the feather duster? Or that time that you dared me I couldn't balance two glasses of water on my open palm. You are just as guilty." Dean bumped against Sam a wide, proud grin.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah. Because my pranks were awful compared to yours. Whatever. Thanks for everything Ellen. Before someone wants to take my brother again we should be off. I'm too tired to try and save his ass again today."

"Oh shut up."

(Enjoyed it? Feel free to leave a review. Oh and I am totally pimping out another story. Heroes and Monsters is based off of a situation I mention inside chapter 9 of this story, so check it out if you want to know more that what I detailed.)