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Chapter 27: Hunted Part 3

Okay if I made a checklist, which accounted for every body part that seemed to be in pain, I'd be checking mostly all of them. Is that supposed to happen when you get hit in the head? Like there's a spiraling from your head down to your spine and suddenly everything feels like you purposely hit it against a block of cement. Like I've said millions of times before, I've hit my head so many times I was honesty surprised I don't have brain damage. But I mean, it's not like I've been to a doctor to check. So the odds are probably not in my favor. And this is how brain damage starts. You hit your head and suddenly your whole body hurts.

I shifted, even though I couldn't remember where I was shifting. Had I been moved? Where had I been last? Okay, wait, first the essentials. Head; check. Hurt like a truck wreck. Spine; eh, not so bad. Ass; yeah, hurt like I sat on a hot plate. I must have bruised my tail bone when I landed or something. Right; now everything came crashing back into my skull, which made it throb momentarily. The parking lot and Gordon. The back lashing and hitting my head. That's probably why my cheekbone felt like it was on fire. But why did my wrists and ankles hurts? I tried moving them…wait, could I open my eyes? I really was asking valid questions today.

No, I moved my eyes but I obviously had a cloth or something covering them. Not that I'd see much anyways. Plus, I think if I could see Gordon I'd vomit or spit at him. Of all people to get kidnapped by…those hillbillies that hunted people looked more appetizing than Gordon did. From what I could hear, we weren't in the parking lot anymore. Well, I mean, obviously. I think someone would have untied me by now. It sounded like a house. And I mean, okay, I think that was almost clear. Whether we were in an abandoned house or a well working one, he obviously wasn't going to keep us in his car. But maybe we were in a motel room or something. I don't think where I was mostly mattered. From what I could smell, which was about the equivalent of distilled water and moss, I was somewhere rundown. Wasn't somewhere in the woods though, I'd smell pines and hear birds at least. So my bet was: In a rundown house, Gordon the psychopath with a revolver.

So after I managed to move my wrists and ankles, to assure myself I was really tied to a chair, I tried moving my neck about in some attempt to get the blindfold off my face. I wanted to know where Dean was. I remembered him being clocked on the head pretty horribly with the end of a sniper rifle. He had to have a cut on his head from that one. I wasn't bleeding, pretty sure I wasn't anyways. It just felt like a bruise; actually it felt like my whole head was a big bruise. I wasn't sure if I wanted to call out Dean's name or anything. But I guess if Gordon was nearby he knew I was awake from all my moving.

So, I tried. "Dean?" I ventured. Not loud but loud enough that if he was near me he'd hear me.

I heard groaning and then a grunt. "Ady, yu alriht?" It was Dean alright, but his voice sounded muffled and to the left of me.

I turned my head and wished to God I could see him. But it wasn't like God was just passing out miracles and this blindfold wouldn't magically fall off my face. Plus, I think when Gordon tied it he took some of my hair into the knot. Which meant it would hurt like a bitch when and if he took it off.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Do you have something in your mouth?" I asked Dean, most likely thinking it was another blind fold. What was this? Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil? Would Gordon come into the room with earmuffs on?

He muttered a squished yeah and an asshole in there, which made me smile.

"I'm lad you hink it's funny." His voice mushed and I could feel the eye roll even though I couldn't see it.

I heard footsteps into the room and a slight swaying near my chair. I whipped my head around, like I could actually see. Which must have looked extremely funny to Gordon, since I knew he was standing right there.

"Get the hell away from me." I spat, jerking my head back. I could feel the heat of his hands near both sides of my ears.

Suddenly he grabbed my head, hard enough to break my damn neck. I struggled, but I mean, I was tied to a chair what more could I do? "Now, now," He soothed, making my skin lurch. It made me wish I had earplugs to disfigure his wretched voice. "I'm gonna take your blindfold off. But if you're not gonna behave…"

I stopped squirming then, wanting to see Dean and know he was okay. I took a deep breath and calmed myself, letting him gently undo the knot and take away the cloth over my eyes.

"Now, isn't that better?" He asked me, smiling all the way as he removed the bandana and wrapping it around his hand. I squinted as sunlight poured into my eyes from a window.

The room was well lit for only having two windows and as I looked around the place I was in, it'd be better if the room was pitch black. The whole room seemed rotted and I hoped we were on ground level because I feared my chair sinking through the floor; which was extremely cluttered by the way. Everywhere I looked there were pieces of boxes or metal. It looked like a junkyard and I couldn't imagine the people who had lived here before it was abandoned.

I turned left and saw Dean. He was tied like I was and fighting with the bandana in his mouth. His eyes were gentle when mine connected with his and I literally saw him try to get rid of all the fear that was blanketing them. He was trying to comfort me even though he was slightly terrified. Couldn't I comfort him for a change? I gave him a small, warm smile that meant the world to him. I could tell by the way he stopped struggling against his ropes and the small head nod he gave me.

"I hate to interrupt your warm moment." Gordon said annoyingly and approached Dean, tearing off his bandana. He hadn't done it so gently like he had done with mine and I could tell Gordon had seriously hurt Dean's jaw when he had done so.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean spat. I honestly couldn't tell if it was to himself for the pain in his jaw or at Gordon. Hell, it was probably for both.

"You missed a call, a seemingly important one from your brother." Dean glared at Gordon, his lower lip wanting to twitch into a snarl. "You're gonna call him back." Gordon kneeled next to Dean and pulled out Dean's cell phone from his jeans pocket. He pressed redial and held the phone to Dean's ear. "And try nothing funny, you hear me?" Gordon asked Dean. "One slip of tongue and I'll kill her. Don't think I won't." Dean's eyes drifted to mine and I shook my head. No. He should tell Sam where we were. To hell with Gordon. But I knew Dean wouldn't do it; I could tell by the way his eyes were filling with sympathy. He wouldn't trade one thing for another. He couldn't bear to let Gordon hurt me. But Dean needed to learn to stop worrying about things out of his control. Just because Gordon wasn't going to hurt me because Dean followed directions and made this phone call didn't mean he wasn't going to kill me later. And he'd do it too. Gordon was way past all that now. He had lost his sense of soul and humanity a long time ago, probably left with the last breath of his sister. He had no problem killing me, right in front of Dean. Who knows; maybe it even gave him some sort of pleasure.

I heard the phone stop ringing and tried listening to what was going on since Gordon wasn't going to put it on speaker. This place we were in seemed like it was always making creaks and groans. Which just proved my suspicion about the floor caving in at one point or another.

"Hey Sammy…" Dean's voice was strong which I gave him points for since I knew he was feeling anything but strong at the moment. "Yeah, I know, I'm sorry I missed your call. Andy, uh, got carsick and we were out on the side of the road for an hour or so."

Dean's eyes drifted back over to mine again and I shifted. I eyed a piece of metal sticking up off the ground. It was rusted and probably some sort of car part. If I leaned my chair back I could reach it. It was small enough that I could hold it in my hand and cut my ropes. Although, if I leaned back too far my chair would fall and I'd end up sending the damn thing through my back. I took a quiet, yet deep breath and leaned my chair back. Dean's eyes were alarming for a moment as he saw what I was doing, but cooled down when Gordon lifted his head up to look at him. I froze, waiting to see if Gordon would turn back around but he didn't. He was really invested in what Dean wasn't talking about on the phone.

"Yeah, she's fine now." Dean concluded, giving Gordon a heart stopping glower. "You know Andy and not eating a goddamn thing early in the morning." A few more inches and I'd have the metal in my hands. God, I hoped I didn't end up cutting my hands with it. I would definitely need to update my tetanus shot if I did.

I shot a glare at Dean even though he was looking at Gordon. I ate sometimes in the morning, just not all the time. My body doesn't function before ten and the only word sometimes I know before then is coffee. Is it my fault my stomach gets nauseas around breakfast foods? No. I shook my head after I realized that that was a bullshit story and I was actually arguing it out in my head. My hands grasped along the metal and I tugged it slightly, making sure it would come up off the floor before I jerked it all the way. It lifted easily and I tucked it safely in my hands, careful not to press it against my skin too tightly. I set my chair gently back to the way it was, just in time for Gordon to glance at me. I smiled, but it was more like a sneer and he smirked, snaking a hand gently on my thigh.

Dean's eyes lit up like a flare and he jerked in his chair, causing Gordon to turn his attention back to him. But he didn't once waver during his conversation with Sam. He knew what would happen if he screwed that up. Although, Gordon seemed to like me so that made me think that something worse could happen; something worse than death.

"Yeah," Dean replied to something Sam had said. His voice was rough but it didn't alert Sam that anything was wrong. "I know you're in Lafayette. Andy called Ellen and she told us. Andy and I just got here ourselves, actually. It's a real funky town." Dean cleared his throat and I sat up in my seat.

Good. 'Funky town' was our universal phrase in letting each other know we were in trouble. I don't exactly know why Dean had chosen it over anything else. I mean, you couldn't exactly say it in a casual sentence. It made me wonder how Dean would have added it in there if he hadn't been talking about Lafayette. I guess 'funky' anything would have been sufficient enough in letting Sam know something was up.

Then Dean's voice seemed to lower and you could tell that my head wasn't the only thing bruised. "You ditched us Sammy." Yeah, that had hurt me as well.

I mean sure, we hadn't been getting along since Sam's feelings were made public. But he shouldn't have just left like that. I couldn't imagine what Dean would have been like or done if I hadn't been there. He was upset to say the least and when he had been collecting things in the motel room I seriously thought he was going to have a panic attack. His dad was asshole to tell him those things about me and Sam but I knew deep down he just wanted to really emphasize on how Dean had to save us. Which was great. It wasn't like Dean didn't already have the weight of the world and three other planets on his shoulders. So Sam running away was just icing on the very large obnoxious cake.

I felt like screaming at Gordon just so he could give me the damn phone so I could lecture to Sam that if he ever ran away again I'd kill him. It was too much to worry about; for and for Dean. We needed to stick together; we were all that we had left and whether we liked to deny it or not we were stronger that way. We were there to watch each others backs.

I tried to ignore the urge to scream and worked the smallish piece of rusted metal along my fingers, trying to find a chunk of the rope that I had a good angle at cutting. As I said, one slip and I'd be cutting my hand. I finally found a good solid piece of rope, which was running along the bottom of my wrist. I could reach up with my right hand and cut it loose. But I had to make sure I had a good hold of the metal, not tight enough to cut my hand, but tight enough to hold it firmly while I cut the rope. I rolled my eyes. Who knew there was such a dilemma with cutting a piece of goddamn rope. I also had to make sure I didn't drop it. It'd definitely make a clattering noise and alert Gordon of what I had been doing. He'd already threatened to shoot me; I'm guessing that'd tip the scale.

Dean was hanging his head pretty low so I'm guessing Sam was just brushing off the fact that he had left us to worry about him. But then again he did know we needed him to save us right about now so I guess there were more important things to worry about other than an apology. Gordon handed Dean a piece of paper, which he read off of.

"We're staying at 5637 Monroe Street. Why don't you meet us here?"

After Sam had hung up Dean pulled his face away from the phone. Gordon smiled, it was more smug than anything else, and closed the phone. "Now, was that so hard?"

"Bite me." Dean snarled and Gordon stood up.

I gently tucked the piece of metal between my hands and held it there, trying to look nonchalant about the situation. But Gordon saw right through it and kneeled down close to my face.

"What? No friendly hello?" His breath pushed hard and rough against my face. It didn't smell horrible, if you considered stale beer and bad nicotine gum to be your flights of fancy, but it still made me want to gag.

"I think the punch to your jaw the last time really emphasizes on how friendly we are." I replied, wanting to curl my fingers into fists. "If you wanna untie my hands I'd be happy to remind you." I gave a small smile that only let him in on how pissed I really was.

Gordon smiled evenly and roughly grabbed my chin. I heard Dean's chair slide against the floor as he jerked foreword, apparently moved by Gordon's touch.

"How bout later…" Gordon said, dark and appallingly passionate against my face. His lips grazed against my nose and I whimpered. I wasn't scared. I was beyond disgusted and angry. I had to focus on not clenching my hands into fists. "I like my girls to have a little spunk in them."

"Get your goddamn hands off her Gordon." I heard Dean seethe but Gordon ever so kindly ignored him. I honestly couldn't blame him for that. Gordon had has hogtied to chairs, he had the weapons, he had the control. No one was putting the fear in this guy's heart and I could see that was making Dean even more desperate to get loose.

"The only chance you'll have with me…is if I'm unconscious." I said slowly and carefully making sure he knew the only spunk he'd ever get outta me was me kicking his face in.

Gordon was grinning for some reason and he was so close to my face that I could see the stains of yellow from the nicotine. Glad he was deciding to quit that nasty habit. Now he just filled it in by killing innocent things and tying people to chairs. After Gordon backed up off of me, Dean tried to retain some of his cool even though a person eighty miles away would know I was a button to push. And Gordon knew it too. I was Dean's weakness. Both Sam and I and Gordon was going right to it and basically pushing both buttons at once.

With a sigh, and maybe 20 percent of a calming attitude restored, Dean gazed up at Gordon who was loading a pistol near the window.

"So what's the game Gordy? Boredom? Revenge?" Dean smirked all of a sudden. "We did leave you tied to a chair for three days. Which was…awesome." Dean laughed and I let out my own smirk.

"Right, and plowing your face in before hand? Icing on my cake pal." I informed him but then stopped laughing. Right. Not the smartest. He was holding a .223 caliber. "Sorry," I said suddenly. "I shouldn't laugh."

"Yeah," Gordon nodded and leaned his loaded pistol against the wall and came towards us, standing in between the two chairs. "I was definitely planning on whoopin' your ass for that. But that's not what this is. This isn't personal. I'm not a killer. I'm a hunter."

"Do you own an Encarta Dictionary?" I asked him suddenly. "You wanna look up the difference? I'm pretty sure a picture of your face is underneath one of them."

Dean cleared his throat, blatantly telling me to shut up and sit there. I had a better chance at leaving this alive if I let Dean do the talking and kept my mouth shut. But something about Gordon…he just made my blood boil and I couldn't keep such comments to myself. I looked at my lap and shut up, letting Gordon continue his self righteous rant.

"And your brother's fair game." He finished looking at Dean.

Dean shot his head from me to Gordon. Yeah, that was definitely worth me shutting up over to hear.

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"What the hell are you talking about? Sam's a human." I said calmly. "Although, I guess you're not really looking for what differs between innocent and not anymore huh?" I asked as he came closer to me. Dean was pulling against his ropes again and little bells were going off if my head to keep my mouth shut.

"An innocent human?" Gordon asked me. "There's no such animal."

"Sam's never killed anything in his life that hasn't deserved it." Dean's voice peaked a slight octave, obviously skittish with Gordon's face close to mine again.

Surprisingly, Gordon backed off, I guess to look at us both as he talked. "See, I was doing an exorcism down in Louisiana –- teenage girl, seemed routine, some low-level demon. The damn thing muttered something about a coming war. And you can really make a demon talk if you've got the right tools." He smiled fondly.

"You tortured that poor girl?" I asked; disgust clearly making its way into my voice.

"She wasn't a girl anymore." Gordon defended. I'm glad his reasoning was rock solid.

"And what happened to the girl it was possessing?" Dean asked.

Gordon shrugged a shoulder; like it was another bug on the windshield of his car. "She didn't make it."

I shook my head. "Well, you're a son of a bitch." I muttered, my lower lip jutting out slightly as I bit out the words so they tore into his skin.

Gordon moved quickly from where he was standing and slammed a hand across my face.

"Hey!" Dean screamed.

I felt one of my teeth tear into the inside of my cheek as his hand collided, making my head snap to the one side. "That's my cousin you're talking about." He said shakily as he pulled back.

I couldn't help but smirk as I lifted my head, breathing heavily as blood filled my mouth. "Demons just keep finding their way into your family don't they?" I asked him, panting. I wondered if karma had something to do with it. I spat the blood that was in my mouth at his face and it hit him across the cheek.

"Andy!" Dean screamed, gritting his teeth together in anger. I wasn't sure whether he was angrier at me for not keeping my mouth shut or at Gordon for striking me. Not that either of them helped more than the other. All he had done was call out names. It sure as hell didn't stop Gordon from hitting me a second time; setting my chair off its legs.

It was a split thought, not more than a second, but I remembered the metal that was in my hands as my chair started to tip towards Dean. I dropped it just as my shoulder collided with the floor and I groaned as my head hit off Dean's shoe. Eh, in seeing some of the things that were littering the floor of this place I was lucky my head hit where it did.

Gordon cracked his knuckles, as if it was an act in getting his breathing back to a normal level, and didn't pick me up from the floor. That's okay. I'd rather get some vile illness from breathing in the dust off this floor than have his hands lift me back up. I shifted nonetheless as Gordon continued his speech. He had a clear view of my hands now, seeing as how I fell sideways so I was glad I dropped the metal when I had. I wouldn't have been able to do much with it anyways. I rested my head on Dean's boot and nuzzled my nose and face into the bottom of his jeans. He pushed his leg into me, as some form of firm comfort and surprisingly it did a little.

"Anyway, this demon tells me they have soldiers to fight in this coming war –- humans fighting on hell's side, you believe that? What kind of worthless scumbag turns against its own race?"

I scoffed. "You're one to talk. Sam's human and you're trying to kill him." Dean hit his leg hard against my nose, trying once again to tell me to shut up without actually saying it. Sorry, Dean, but you know me. I can never keep my mouth shut.

"No need to shush her Dean." Gordon said, trying to be friendly or some shit like that. I looked up at Dean seeing his crotch clearly but not really his face. I could see the small dimple of his chin, but I'd really need to lean back to see his entire face. "She's got a valid statement."

Gordon grabbed my shoulder and turned me over so I was laying on my back. I whimpered as I landed hard on my hands, setting them in an awkward position. I tried moving them, but that only felt like I was going to break them. Not to mention the wooden frame of the chair was pushing itself into the back of my shoulders.

"Well, you see Andy, psychics aren't exactly pure humans." I actually took some type of offence to that seeing as how my headaches started coming with pictures. Who was this guy to pick and chose like that? Who set him out to be some type of god? What, was he trying to breed some type of superior race?

"Just because they're different doesn't mean they're any less human."

"That's where you're wrong." He said softly and ran a hand through my hair.

"Get your backwards thinking hands off her." Dean repeated. He still sounded angry but a little more tired. Like he knew that no matter how many times he spat at Gordon for touching me that it wouldn't do anything. He'd still say something off the principle that he didn't want any man touching me other than him but he knew that it wouldn't stop Gordon from doing so.

As I thought Gordon ignored him and continued running his fingers through my hair and it seemed like it calmed him. "You see this demon said I knew one of 'em –- our very own Sammy Winchester."

Dean broke out in small painful chuckles that I'm sure were somehow hurting his chest. "Oh, this is a whole new level of moronic, even for you. How long have you been doing this job for? It was a demon."

"Come on, Dean. I know about Sam's visions. Demon told everything I need to know." Hopefully he still didn't know about me. My visions had just started having pictures attached to it so maybe it wasn't public yet; maybe no one knew. I prayed to God he didn't know about me or the demon virus, otherwise I really would be screwed.

"Right," Dean nodded his head like he was talking to a person who had a hard time understanding. "And it wasn't lying or anything, seeing as how that's what demons do."

"I'm not some reckless yahoo, okay? I did my homework. Made damn sure it was true. Look, you got your Roadhouse connections, I got mine." Gordon said carefully and pulled his hand out of my hair. He then pulled my chair up and straightened it right next to Dean. I was close enough that I could touch him with my leg if I moved it slightly. Somehow being closer was slightly calming. "It's how I found Sammy in the first place. About a month ago, I found another one of these freaks here in town. He could deep-fry a person just by touching them."

"I bet he found a well earning job at Burger King then." I said with a smile on my face and Gordon gave me another smile. Dean hit his leg against mine and I slowly looked at him.

His eyes were chillingly serious, like I didn't understand the fucking gravity of the situation. I knew even though Gordon was showing us his teeth in light humor didn't mean he wasn't going to grab his gun and shoot us. I was scared and that's how my body was working right now. Dean wasn't doing anything to comfort, granted that wasn't in any way his fault. He was tied to chair for Christ's sake. I needed to expel the fear somehow and I didn't want to cry. Not in front of this asshole. So wise ass remarks were flying everywhere.

"Did he kill anyone?" Dean asked, looking back at Gordon. I glanced down at his hands and saw him trying to work his ropes. He was making some serious brush burns on his wrists and it seemed like the rope was getting tighter because he was moving. But he didn't stop.

"Besides Mr. Tinkles, the cat? No. But he was working up to it. They're all gonna be killers. We've gotta take 'em all out. And that means Sammy, too."

"You don't know that." I interjected. "Just because they're psychic and because a demon told you doesn't make all of them killers. You have no idea what you're talking about."

"And you do?" He asked me quietly. Fine. I didn't. But Sam and I weren't killers. I refused to believe it.

Dean smirked. "You think Sam's stupid enough to walk through that front door?"

Gordon shook his head. "No, I don't. Especially since I'm sure you found a way to warn him." Look's like funky town was more obvious than we thought. "You really think I'm that stupid?"

"Ah, come on Gordon. If we answer that honestly it's gonna take some of the shine off you." Not that he had much shine to begin with. Hell I was pretty sure he was born with a dull aura about him.

"See, I'm a hunter." He said that word like he knew what it actually meant. He knew nothing. "So I know what Sam's gonna do. He's gonna scope the place first, see me covering the front door. So he's gonna take the back. And when he does, he'll hit the tripwire. Then…boom."

"A tripwire?" Dean let out a harsh laugh. "You think Sam's gonna fall for a friggen tripwire?"

Gordon shook his head and smiled slowly. "No, I don't…that's why there's gonna be two."

Dean wasn't laughing anymore and our faces grew deathly serious as Gordon reached for a bag near his riffle. I'm guessing it had the stuff to set up the explosions with. There was no way Sam was going to be ready for two. It wasn't that he wasn't smart enough or anything. But no one really expected two trip wires. He'd get the first one no doubt but I wasn't sure he'd be prepared for a second one.

Small tears breached my eyelids and one slid down my cheek. I bit the inside of my cheek to get it to stop, but just ending up breaking the cut open and making it bleed.

Gordon sighed upon seeing me, like he was sorry for my tears if not getting ready to kill Sam. "Look, I'm sorry. But for what it's worth…it'll be quick."

"It's worth nothing." I spat, two more tears making their way down my cheeks in a rapid succession.

He nodded and then went to I'm guessing the backdoor and around it to set up the trip wires. I hung my head low and pulled on my ropes, trying once again to break them. Did he get these ropes at a magic store? He must have with the way they were tightening with every muscle movement.

"Hey," Dean said gently and I rose my head to look at him. His eyes softened at my tears and he leaned in close to me to reach my head. I shifted as close as I could so he wouldn't have to pull on his ropes so much. "Sam's not an idiot," He said, grazing his lips over my head. "He knows to look for the signs. He'll be okay."

I sniffled. "What are we gonna do?" I asked him, knowing he really didn't have an answer.

He leaned down and kissed my lips and then leaned his forehead against my own. "I don't know." He said calmly. "But Sam will be okay. Gordon's a few screws loose."

"Just because Gordon's a nut bag doesn't mean he doesn't know how to set up a tripwire." I said shakily. I think I was ruining what little resolve he had. He was trying to convince himself that Sam would be okay because Gordon was off his wire. And okay, maybe that give Sam a ten percent better chance? But Gordon was a good killer. If anything that's what he excelled at. I refused to call him a hunter and put him on the same level as Sam and Dean. It was like an insult.

I think he changed the subject because he knew I was right and he didn't know what to say then. Maybe he just didn't want to think about it. He wanted to believe Sam was gonna get through this. I wanted to think that way too. But I'd rather think that everything and anything could wrong. I'd wouldn't fall as hard if things did.

"You gotta keep that mouth shut. I mean, I know this guys easy to snap at but it's not your smartest card babe."

"Well…I never was good at poker."

Dean gave me a small smile and kissed my forehead. But when I connected eyes with him again he was being serious and deep down I could tell he was way past worried. "I'm not kidding. Gordon's unpredictable. One wrong comment and…"

I nodded, kissing him on the lips to reassure. "I'm sorry. I'll try and keep my comments to myself." Getting myself killed was not going to help Sam or Dean so I promised myself I'd try and control myself.

When Gordon came back into the room, throwing the empty bag near his gun, I didn't need to feel Dean to know that he was starting to panic. The muscles were tensing in his neck and his eyes were worried. This situation was out of his control and it didn't have to be. Only ropes held him back from beating Gordon's head in and he couldn't even get them to loosen.

"Come on, man. I know Sam." Dean tried. "He's got more of a conscience than I do." Sadly, that was true. "I mean, the guy feels guilty surfing the Internet for porn."

"Maybe you're right." Gordon was humoring us for fun. He was enjoying this whole thing. He was enjoying the fact that we were gonna hear Sam die. "But one day, he's gonna be a monster."

"How's a guy like Sam become a monster?" I asked. That was valid. I didn't spat at him or anything or set off a wise ass comment. I was just asking.

"Beats me." I really wish I could have. A few good beats to his face. "But he will."

"No, you don't know that!" Dean screamed, his lower lips trembling with anger. I wanted to squeeze him; convince him it'd be alright. I put the side of my head against his own for a moment before I pulled away. We weren't a show; I wasn't going to let Gordon see us like that.

"I'm surprised at you, Dean –- getting all emotional."

"Just because he's not a self righteous cold bastard like you are makes him emotional?" I asked and bit my tongue after the comment.

He had let that slide too, with a stern look that made him seem angry as hell. I'd have to bite my tongue hard enough to make it bleed. But at least I wouldn't be spouting off more comments like my previous one.

"Look, let's say you were cruisin' around in that car of yours, and you had Little Hitler riding shotgun, right?" Making some wacked out analogy wasn't going to sway me or Dean. But we listened. What else could we do? "Back when he was just some goofy, crappy artist. But you knew what he was gonna turn into someday. You'd take him out, no questions, am I right?"

Dean glared at him. "That's not Sam."

"Yes, it is. You just can't see it yet. Look…I'm sympathetic. He's your brother, you love the guy. But your Dad?" Dean's eyes bore into Gordon like they were hot coals. "If it really came right down to it, he would've had the stones to do the right thing here." Stones had nothing to do with it. Just because John had 'em didn't mean that that gave him the license to go out and murder his fucking family. "But you're telling me…you're not the man he is?"

"Dean's not a murderer." I said coldly, looking at Gordon. "And neither was John." Although my voice seemed to falter on that point. John was more like Gordon in some ways than I liked to admit. But Dean wasn't; would never be.

Gordon roughly took hold of my chin and brought my face closer to his. "That pretty little mouth of yours ever get you into trouble?" He asked and smashed his lips against mine.

"Get the fuck off of her!" If Dean wasn't kicking and pulling on those ropes, he was now. I could tell by the way he was grunting. He was pulling on them hard enough to make his skin bleed.

"Get off!" I struggled and pulled away. He backed off but then shoved a bandana around my mouth and I sniveled through the cloth. He did the same to Dean and stood there, watching us. I most definitely needed some sort of shot when I got out of here or something to clear the wretched taste out of my mouth. Anything, and I mean anything, would do right now. If I was offered acid, I'd take it. "Asole." I muttered, wanting to spit. Oh, would if you could, spit out the memories. Suddenly, I heard a footsteps and I froze, eyes shooting to Dean. His were wide and panicked, like a deer caught in the headlights, and probably resembled mine.

"You hear him?" Gordon asked us and I felt tears breach my eyes again. I heard Sam slowly push open the door. "Here he comes…" I let out a strangled cry as an explosion went off and Dean and I ducked our heads as the foundation of the house shook. Tears were pouring down my face and I glanced at Dean who looked like he was near ready to cry himself. All I wanted to do was hold him. "Oh, no. Not yet. Just wait and see…" Gordon trailed off, putting a finger to his lips. Another explosion sounded and debris flew everywhere. Dean was breathing heavily against his gag and Gordon smiled.

"Sorry Dean." Gordon grabbed his riffle with one shake of his shoulder and went closer to the back door. I was pretty much at that point where I was going to give up and let Gordon do whatever he wanted but then I heard a familiar voice. Sam's voice.

I banged my leg against Dean's trying to get his attention to listen. But he already knew, I could tell by the way his head was zipping to the direction Gordon had gone in.

"Put the gun down, now!" Sam screamed, apparently holding a weapon of his own. I then heard rough scuffling and knew they were fighting. Probably fist to fist seeing as how I didn't hear a gun go off. Oh, Sam was so going to punch Gordon's face in. Thank God. If I couldn't do it, at least Sam was. Finally I heard a hard hit onto the ground and someone had fallen, hopefully unconscious.

Then Sam appeared in the room, his nose bleeding a little and a shoe was missing but other than that he was fine. He came up next to me untying my ropes. I tore the bandana off my face and jumped into his arms, giving him the fiercest hug I could muster.

"I thought you were dead, you asshole." Right, good call Andy. Show him how terrified you were by calling him names.

But Sam seemed to smile and wrap his arms around me. It was the first time that I could give a shit about how Dean felt about it. I wanted him to hug me, to squeeze me, to show me he wasn't in a thousand pieces. "Glad to hear you were worried."

"I was." I whispered and hugged him even tighter.

Dean grumbled and bit against his gag and I pulled away from Sam, untying Dean quickly. Dean basically did the same thing, pushing himself up and grabbing Sam's face to examine his cut. He then gave him the manliest, I love you brother, hug he could muster and I smiled. That's right. Deep down, past the stupid man testosterone, my two boys loved each other. And I loved them.

I looked past the room for a moment, seeing Gordon lying on the ground, seemingly unconscious.

"Son of a bitch…" I muttered, going towards him.

"Andy, don't." Sam said firmly, grabbing my arm.

"So what? We let him get away again just so he can succeed in killing us next time?"

"I'm with Andy," Dean said, walking past me and heading to Gordon. "I let him live once, I'm not making the same mistake twice."

"Trust me." Sam said, pulling us both towards the back door. "Gordon's taken care of. Come on."

Despite the fact Dean wanted to punch his face in and I couldn't argue that this guy didn't deserve a swift kick in the nads for that fucking kiss; we followed Sam out the back door. Man, I could have gotten away with kicking him too. All I had to do was remind Dean of the little lip action and he would damn near stop and turn around to do it for me.

But I guess we needed time to run away and everything, I rolled my eyes, this is what we did now. Just let people kidnap us and run away with our tails between our legs. Although, I guess it was a good thing we left when we did because Gordon came right out behind us and started shooting.

"Jesus—!" Dean swore, pulling on my arm to move me faster into the woods. Sam pulled us down behind a log that was covered in some bushes.

I managed to twist my ankle upon entering the little ditch behind the log and crashed right on Dean. I groaned, moving along his lap. "You call this "taken care of"?!" I bit out, looking at the younger Winchester. I sat up slightly trying to adjust the huge wedgie I had managed to give myself. "What the hell are we doing?"

Dean smiled slightly, watching me sit up off him. "You want some help with that?"

I shoved him. "Shut up."

When Gordon got close enough to the bush and I mean heart stoppingly close, close enough that I was hoping he'd shoot Sam first for the stupid idea of hiding behind the log, swarms of police showed up. With not a moment to spare. These cops, I'll give them that, they either suck at timing or are perfect at it.

Gordon froze as police began to pour from the cars. "Drop your weapons! Get down on your knees! Do it, now!" A rather large cop ordered. Yeah, he looked like he just came from Dunkin' Doughnuts. I rolled my eyes but smiled as Sam grinned and me and Dean. Gordon had no choice but to drop his gun and put his hands behind his head. He kneeled and was handcuffed. We watched as they found Gordon's arsenal in his car and my stomach kind of fluttered, like it was just glad that some cop hadn't found our arsenal yet.

Sam shrugged at us. "Anonymous tip."

I squeezed his arm. "I'm glad you're a fine, upstanding citizen, Sam."

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"So…I go missing for two days and now I have to drive?" Sam asked, watching me and Dean pile into the back. I was glad Sam had driven the car and parked it a few miles away. Otherwise it was a long and grueling walk back to the motel I'm sure and one of the boys would have been definitely carrying me if we had ended up walking.

"Oh yeah," I said seriously and waited for Dean to get comfortable and shut the door. I then blanketed myself over him, laying my head down on his waist and snuggling in. He smiled and ran his hands over my back as I stretched my legs on the seat of the Impala. "I got violated more than twice by that asshole. I'm not driving anywhere."

Dean groaned, squeezing my shoulders. "Don't remind me. Another reason I should have kicked his Goddamn ass." He muttered angrily, pushing some his fingers through my hair.

"Yeah, maybe I can just drink the gasoline from the tank." I said and then shuttered. "I can't get the taste of him out of my mouth."

Sam's face scrunched up as he started the engine. "I'll get you a straw."

"Hey, Sam?"

"Yeah?" He asked, looking back at me through the review.

"You ever disappear like that again, and worry the hell out of us, I'm so gonna kick your ass." I warned him and he smiled. I was being totally serious. "Just think about. I was gonna give Gordon a swift kick to his damn balls. Try leaving again and see what happens."

Sam's face grew serious and Dean let out a chuckle. "That's my girl." He said fondly and I smiled against his waist, pushing my face into him, trying to get cinnamon to reach my nose.

"Your girl has some rage issues." Sam said seriously and turned back on the highway.

"Take it as a token of my affection." I said sleepily and Sam nodded and let out a shallow breath through his lips. He turned on the radio and turned it up, CCR's 'Out my back door' coming through the speakers.

Dean, for some reason, chose that moment when I was really comfortable to lift me up by my arms to sit on his lap. "You still got that horrible taste in your mouth?" He asked me and I nodded.

I then smiled, seeing an idea form in his head. He leaned in closer to me, grazing his nose along my lips. "You have something that's gonna help?" I asked and he kissed me, tongue prowling the inside of my mouth.

He tasted like apples and coffee which was a weird combination. I couldn't think of the last thing he had had to eat to make him taste like that, but it was better than the bad nicotine gum that was still stuck to my saliva. He pulled back a few minutes later, like his brain was calculating when I'd be totally free of Gordon germs.

"Better?" He asked me, putting a stray piece of hair behind my ear.

I smiled and nodded. "Much."

I took my comfortable position back on his waist and he squeezed my tightly as I closed my eyes. I must have been half asleep when Dean mentioned something about that girl in the motel room.

"Who was she?" Dean asked. "She was pretty cute." I was awake enough to hear that and poked him in his ribs, causing him to jerk and grab my hand. He cleared his throat. "Not that she's my type or I was even looking…" If he backpedaled any faster he'd be in the trunk.

"Her name's Ava…" Sam said softly.

"So…" Dean probed with a smile.

"So what?" Sam asked. "She's engaged."

"Engaged ain't married." Dean said suddenly and I poked him harder hoping to cause some pain with that one.

"Ow." Dean said suddenly and grabbed my hand again. "What?" He asked. If he had these ideas about marriage and engagement than I was staying single.

"Besides, that's not why I met her anyways. She's a psychic like me and Andy. She had a vision about me getting to that house and tripping the explosion. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have known about the second trip wire."

I shifted my face on Dean's waist, running an absentminded hand along his thigh. "Yeah, you ever wonder why you never have visions that can save your own ass?" I asked him. "I mean, I had some that saved my own, why can't you?"

"Because you're visions are selfish." Dean concluded and I smacked the inside of his thigh hard enough to redden.

"Hey!" Dean said sorely, rubbing the area I had hit.

"Stop saying stupid things and maybe you won't be smacked so often." I said annoyingly and turned to face him, still lying down on his waist. He glared at me but ran a soft hand through my hair.

Sam was dialing and redialing up in the front seat, I could hear the buttons beep. "What's the matter?" I asked him and he sighed.

"Ava's not answering the phone."

"So?" I asked, not rude or anything.

"So I told her to call me when she got home so I knew she was alright."

"Maybe she forgot." Dean offered.

Sam shook his head and closed his phone, focusing on the road. "How far is it to Peoria?"

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So we drove to Peoria which wasn't as far away as I thought. I may have nodded off a few times because Dean was stroking my hair and back at the same time. It was very lulling and I think I skipped a few hundred miles or something.

Sam got out quickly and Dean offered me the option of staying in the car. I rolled my eyes while kissing his cheek. He was a sweetheart, sure, but he knew my same answer every time he asked me that question. Sam had pick locked the door by the time we had gotten all the way to the porch.

"Hello? Is anybody home?" Sam called out as we followed him into the bedroom.

As we entered I nearly fell back into Dean. There was blood everywhere. I mean everywhere. You couldn't walk into the room without getting blood on your shoes. And it seemed like it was seeping into the carpet because when Sam walked in his feet made a squishing noise.

"Oh my God." I moaned and Dean grabbed my shoulders, pulling me back into the hallway.

I took deep breath trying to get the wretched noise of Sam's shoes and the sight of all the blood out of my head. I covered my mouth with my hand, feeling bile surface in my throat.

"You okay?" Dean asked me, holding me tightly. I shook my head no. If I spoke I'd vomit. Dean seemed to understand that. "Stay here and take deep breaths okay?" He told me gently and I leaned against the wall. I sat on the floor and did as I was told as Dean went to inspect the room.

I was close enough to hear them. "Sulfur." Dean said. "Demon's been here."

And then I heard something that I think would stay engraved in my ear drums forever. It was more the way he said it rather than the word he spoke.

"Ava." Sam said; shocked and upset all rolled into one.

Ava had done this? Maybe Gordon was right. I hated to admit it and it made my stomach heave violently. Maybe there wasn't as much hope for me and Sam as we had thought.

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