Snick. The sound of a lock being opened. He closes his eyes, forcing himself to stillness, to concentrate, to will his little brother to know, to feel the danger.

NoSammydon'tcomeinboobytrappednoSam!listen!findanotherwayyougottafindawindow–

The roar is cacophonic and his heart seizes for a moment, refusing to beat.

"Hold on. Not yet. Wait and see," Gordon breathes, his gaze unfocussed as he listens.

SAMMY!NO!DON'T!LOOKOUTTRIP-

BOOM!

NO!NO!NO!NO!NO!SAMMY!GODpleasenokilltheotherfuckergetloosegetloosefuckNOnotSAMnotSAMMYfuck … no …

"Sorry, Dean."

The pain and anger switched off abruptly, buried beneath a clear and certain determination. Everything he'd done, everything he'd tried to do, had failed. There isn't anything left for him but the job.