Chapter Eight

"She was your niece."

The words hung heavy in the air, the silence following them thick and oppressive as the three older Winchesters processed Gordon's words. Sam stared at the bound hunter wide-eyed, grief written in every line of his face.

"How?" He whispered hoarsely, and the broken quality of his voice brought his family members from their shocked stupors. "How did you know about her?"

Gordon smirked at him but didn't respond and the younger man's expression twisted into a vicious expression.

"How the hell do you know about my daughter?!" He roared yanking the vampire hunter up by his collar.

"She died, didn't she? And mommy just couldn't take it." He continued and something primal flashed in Sam's eyes.

"Shut up! SHUT UP!" Sam screamed, whirling around with a snarl when his mother's hand landed on his arm.

"Sammy, go calm down. We'll handle Gordon."

He stared at her lips curled into a vicious snarl then he turned back to Gordon and bent close to him.

"You better hope they kill you. Because if they don't I'm gonna eviscerate you."

He growled then stormed out of the room, his family staring after him worriedly. Once he was gone, Mary turned to Gordon with an expression neither John nor Dean had ever seen on her face and it spoke nothing of good intentions.

She picked up a knife and turned it over in her hands, moss-green eyes gleaming.

"I normally make it a habit not to harm humans," She began silkily. "I make it a point to stick to monsters and things that go bump in the night but you, you hurt my baby. No one harms my family and gets away with it. So you're gonna tell me what I want to know. Then," She glared down at him and ran the blade lightly across his throat not drawing blood, just warning. "Then I'm going to slit your throat."

John stared at his wife wide-eyed, pride and concern warring for dominance inside of him. He agreed with her fully about Gordon needing to pay for hurting Sam but she hadn't expected her to be the one to dish it out. Now he knew where Dean got it from.

Walker swallowed thickly but kept up his bravado.

"Oh yeah? Bring it, you dead bitch."

An unholy snarl crossed the woman's full red lips and she stabbed the knife straight through Gordon's thigh. He screamed and tried to jerk away but Dean held him in place, stone-faced.

"What did Zachariah tell you about my son?" Mary asked and he sneered at her, wincing in pain.

"Fuck you."

She twisted the knife in place then yanked it out, moss-green eyes cold as he screamed in agony.

"What did Zachariah tell you about my son?"

"He- he said...you're one stupid bitch."

She stabbed him again, through the other leg and twisted it roughly and Gordon yelled painfully.

"He said to get Sam away from Dean!" He cried finally. "Gave me all sorts of information about his life, things he was sure Sam never told you about! Stuff that would break him."

"What did he say?" John asked, voice tight with anger and Gordon swallowed thickly.

"Told me about his dead daughter and his time as a prostitute. About that girl Jess and someone named Damien and the neighbors."

Dean's eyes widened and he let Gordon go as a sudden realization entered his mind. All those times when money just mysteriously appeared on the kitchen table or on the Impala's dashboard and no one wanted to claim it, it was Sam. Sam... selling himself and they hadn't even known.

"I met Damien when I was fourteen. He saved my life and we kept in contact through letters and visits whenever we could manage it. Then on our anniversary he asked me to marry him. I said yes and we got married on my seventeenth birthday."

Damien had known, he had to have known. He must've saved Sam from a job gone wrong or something but Dean just knew that he knew about this. About all of it.

It explained so much.

A gunshot sounded drawing him from his thoughts and he looked at his mother who was staring at Gordon's corpse with blank eyes that were slowly clearing. Tears welled in them and she turned and pulled Dean into her arms sobbing softly. He hugged her back, feeling his father's arms wrap around him as well and his own tears fell.

"Dean."

The family pulled apart and turned to Castiel, who's blue eyes darkened with worry at their appearance yet he said nothing. Instead he spoke the words that nearly shatter the fragile hunters even more.

"Sam's gone. He's gone after Lilith."

Lenore frowned worriedly as she watched Jared cradle his unconscious hatchling, her mind reeling from the events from before. None of the had expected just how manic Sam's desire to protect Damien was and they certainly hadn't expected the young hunter to drug the vampire and leave so soon after they'd been reunited.

It had shocked the entire coven and given them a way to see just how far Sam Winchester was willing to go to protect those close to him. Damien stirred, a low groan leaving his lips and his mint green eyes fluttered, only to fly open in panic.

"Sam!" He cried, forcing himself into a sitting position and looking around frantically.

"Sam!" He whimpered sadly, letting his head fall against his maker's shoulder sadly.

"He'd gone."

Jared shook his head. "No. He drugged you so that he could protect you."

Damien glared at him then slumped down sadly.

"I just got him back, Jare. I can't lose him again. I can't."

Jared shot Lenore a look over the man's head then sighed.

"He'll be back," He looked up at the moon praying his words weren't a lie.

"He'll be back."

TBC...

EDITED:12/25/15