Omniscient POV
After the second explosion, Dean was gasping, trying to replace the oxygen that he screamed out. As he was gasping, nearly sobbing, Gordon stood calmly. Nikki was all but convulsing with her eyes shut.
Dean looked up at Gordon with wide, disbelieving eyes. He couldn't begin to imagine his baby brother being blown to Hell.
"Sorry, Dean." Gordon said.
Dean's disbelieving and the indescribable feeling of loss was replaced with rage as he tried to get out of the ropes again, so violently he brought legs of the chair off the floor a few times.
Gordon went towards the blown wall, rifle up; he had to make sure the Winchester was really good and dead. He saw a shoe on the floor, smoking, and his confidence grew.
A click behind him made him freeze. "Drop the gun." Sam said flatly.
"You shouldn't take your shoes off around here." Gordon said. "You might get tetanus."
"Put it down now!" Sam yelled.
In the other room, Dean heard his brother's voice and now was not only confused, but relieved.
Nikki, on the other hand, seemed to be getting worse. Her eyes were still screwed shut and fists shaking. Knowing his brother was alright, Dean tried to figure out what was wrong with Nikki. It looked like what had happened back at Bobby's with Meg. There was a ringing in his ears, he brushed it off, thinking it was from the two explosions.
"You wouldn't shoot me, would you, Sammy?" Gordon asked. "'cause your brother, he thinks you're some kind of saint."
"Yeah. Well, I wouldn't be so sure." Sam retorted.
"See, that's what I said." Gordon said, spinning around quickly, grabbing the gun and hitting Sam hard in the stomach.
Dean tried to get Nikki's attention, snap her out of her trace, but when he was tied to a chair and gagged, it was a little more difficult.
Her head lolled forward and her hair covered most of her face. She was shaking like a leaf and taking in quick gasping breathes.
The longer she was like that, the more Dean noticed something…something odd in the air. It was like the air was growing more and more stale the longer Nikki was shaking. Dean was half expecting lightning to strike any second.
The ringing was still there to, and growing more and more uncomfortable by the second.
Sam, after being hit in the face and gut over and over and put through a wall, let out a groan and a small cough. Gordon stepped through the hole in the wall, knelt down by Sam and pulled out a knife.
"You're no better than the filthy things you hunt." Gordon said lowly, then raised the knife.
Sam's hand shot up, stopping him from bringing the blade down. He used his grip to throw Gordon off him and onto his back.
While Gordon was still on the floor, Sam got up and started throwing punches. He was exhausted, beaten, and pissed off.
Punch after punch.
Dean tied to a chair. Punch.
Dean being beat to hell. Punch.
Dean being gagged. Punch.
Nikki chained to a chair. Punch.
Nikki gagged. Punch.
Nikki gagged so tight, Sam had seen corners of her mouth bleeding. Punch.
Nikki being pistol whipped. Punch.
Once Gordon stopped struggling so much, Sam stopped and picked up the discarded rifle, pointing it at Gordon's head.
"Do it." Gordon taunted.
Sam barely moved aside from his jaw clenching.
"Do it!" Gordon yelled again. "Show your brother the killer you really are, Sammy." He taunted.
For a split second, Sam considered it.
Instead, he hit Gordon over the head as hard as he could with the butt of the rifle.
Sam stood over Gordon's unconscious body, breathing heavily. "It's Sam." He said as he tossed the rifle down.
That's when he heard the muffled screams from Dean in the other room. He quickly went to untie his brother and Nikki. Dean first, because he was screaming through his gag, violently trying to get out of the ropes, his eyes pinched tight in pain.
At first, Sam wasn't sure why, but then he heard it; a high pitched ringing that was almost too much for him to listen to. It was the same sound Nikki made a month ago in the motel room. Only louder. Much louder.
Sam quickly freed one of his brother's hands and took the gag off before he moved to Nikki.
"You ok Sammy?" Dean asked in a strained voice as he used his free hand to untie his other.
"Fine. What'd Gordon do to her?" Sam asked, kneeling in front of Nikki as he quickly took the gag off. Sam wanted to go back and hit Gordon again as he got a better look at the corners of Nikki's mouth, where the rough material of the gag dug into the soft skin of her cheeks and lips. After he removed the gag, Nikki started mumbling so fast Sam couldn't understand her.
"Pistol whipped her." Dean said, shaking the rope off his ankle as he tried to get the chains off Nikki's chair. "Damn it." He cursed as he saw the locks on the chains.
"Hey, hey, Nik." Sam said softly, taking Nikki's face in his hands and pulled it up.
"Nikki!" He said, more urgent this time. He had to stop and press a hand to his ear, the ringing was getting louder. It'd reached a truly painful volume now.
"I can't find the keys!" Dean yelled angrily, kicking a table over, his face still pinched in pain.
"Nikki! Hey, Nik I need you to stop! Nik—it's all fine, I'm alright, Dean's alright—you can stop!" Sam said, the volume of his voice growing with every word, trying to stay above the ringing.
"Alright, now we're talking." Dean said, finding a large pair of bolt cutters in Gordon's bag.
Nikki's eyes pinched tighter, and the mumbling became clearer. As Dean cut the chains binding Nikki's wrists, her hands shot up, grabbing onto her temples.
"Nikki!" Sam said again, trying to gain her attention. He had to put his hands over his ears as the ringing became more intense. Dean threw the bolt cutters down and did the same. The brothers shared a look of confusion and mild fear as things around Nikki began to vibrate. It was like standing in front of a speaker; the ringing was so loud Sam could feel it in his chest.
"NIKKI!" Sam yelled over the sound as well as he could. "NIKKI! YOU HAVE TO STOP!"
He stopped to wince, ducking his head instinctively as a glass shattered.
"NIKKI!" Sam yelled again, taking his hands off his ears to cup Nikki's face and force her face towards his. "NIKKI! YOU'RE HURTING US!" Sam yelled desperately.
The moment the words left his mouth, Nikki's eyes snapped open.
"Sam." Nikki said quietly, and the ringing stopped abruptly.
Dean, who had been leaning against the wall, removed his hands from his ears and shook his head as he picked the bolt cutters back up.
"Yeah, yeah, it's me. You're ok, you're ok Nik," Sam said, still cradling her head in his hands as Dean cut through the rest of the chains holding Nikki into the chair. The last one he cut was the one that was crossed over her chest, holding her into the chair. Once Dean cut it, Nikki fell forward into Sam. He almost fell backwards when she hit his chest, but he steadied himself after a moment.
"Hey, where you goin'?" Sam asked as Dean stalked towards where he'd left Gordon.
"Where do you think I'm going?" Dean snapped. "I let him live once, I'm not making the same mistake twice."
Sam moved so Nikki's head was on his shoulder and he held the back of her head and her lower back. "Trust me. Gordon's taking care of."
"Just…Just, come on." Sam said, somehow managing to stand and keep Nikki from falling onto the floor. Dean saw him struggle in bringing Nikki into a standing position. She was slouched heavily against Sam's side as he pulled one of her arms over his shoulders, holding her wrist. His other arm wound around her waist tightly.
"Hey, let me take 'er." Dean said, walking towards his brother who could barely stand on his own two feet, let alone support Nikki.
"No." Sam said quickly, shifting his grip on Nikki. "No, I got her."
The two brothers walked out of the house, one half-carrying a half-conscious, stumbling brunette girl.
They were almost to the road when gunshots made them take off running. Dean ran ahead and tried to find a car, while Sam, still exhausted and hurt, tried to sprint with Nikki stumbling along. He bent down and swept an arm under Nikki's knees and, as gently as he could, crushed her to his chest as he broke out into a run.
Nikki didn't like being jostled around so much, she whimpered and started wriggling around in Sam's grip. As if he wasn't struggling enough to run and hold onto her.
"You call this taken care of?" Dean yelled as they ran, not even looking for a car now, just trying to get the hell away from Gordon.
The brothers jumped into a ditch, Sam hovering over Nikki, who was clutching his shirt tightly. He held the back of Nikki's neck and stroked her jaw with his thumb, as if to comfort her.
"What the hell are we doing?" Dean hissed at Sam again.
"Trust me on this." Sam said, bringing Nikki's head closer to his chest when she started mumbling and whimpering again.
Tiers screeching made the brothers look up. Just in time to see several police cars pull up and surround Gordon. Sam and Dean shared a look, both of them smiling, as Gordon dropped his guns and got onto his knees for the cops.
They couldn't exactly leave carrying Nikki, who was looking like a corpse at the moment, so they sat in the ditch, watching the cops pull the rack of weapons out from Gordon's car.
"Anonymous tip." Sam said, a proud little smile on his face as he sat up and gently laid Nikki down so her head was on his thigh.
"You're a fine, upstanding citizen, Sam." Dean said, a grin on his face.
"It was Nik's idea, actually." Sam said idly. Dean looked at his brother and his eyebrows furrowed a little. Sam was looking at the cop cars as they dealt with Gordon, but his hand was stroking Nikki's hair. What really stood out to Dean, was that Sam didn't even seem to know he was doing it. More than a little confused, Dean glanced between Nikki and his brother a few more times before finally shaking his head. Those two had more than enough issues on their own without Dean asking if they had been getting it on when he wasn't around.
Sam had laid Nikki over the back seat of the Impala, and sat on the floor of the car, his legs out the open door as he cleaned the gashes from Gordon's beat down with the butt of Nik's own gun, and tried his best to do something with the ones at the edges of her mouth.
He took his time wrapping her wrists, each bruised and cut from being chained so tightly. Her ankles were ok, her jeans and boots had stopped any cuts or deep bruising from forming. Sam wanted to see how bad the ones on her chest were, the rusty smears on her shirt told him they'd be pretty bad, but he held off. He didn't really feel like taking Nikki's shirt off on the side of the road (not to mention Dean being several feet away).
"Hey, Ava, it's Sam…Again. Um, call me when you get this. Just want to make sure you got home ok." Sam said, getting Ava's voicemail again. "Alright, bye."
"Everything alright?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, I hope so." Sam said, looking in the backseat. Nikki was still knocked out. Sam knew he shouldn't be worried, she was dead to the world for almost 24 hours after the ordeal at Bobby's, and this thing with Gordon was twice as bad as that.
"Well, Gordon should be reaching for the soap for the next few years, at least." Dean said, not sad to be happy about that.
"Yeah, if they pin Scott Carey's murder on him…and if he doesn't bust out." Sam reasoned, looking back towards the road.
"Look, dude, you ever take off like that again…" Dean trailed off warningly.
"What?" Sam asked, a small smile on his face. "You'd kill me?"
"That's not funny." Dean muttered.
Sam laughed anyway. "Alright. So, where to next, then?" Sam asked.
"First, a motel, until Sleeping Beauty back there rejoins the land of the living." Dean said, nodding behind him at the still unconscious Nikki. Sam followed his gaze and nodded.
"Sounds good." He agreed. "Then?
"One word." Dean said, then grinned. "Amsterdam."
Sam just laughed, shaking his head. "Come on man, I heard the coffee shops don't even serve coffee!" Dean said, chuckling.
"I'm not gonna just ditch the job." Sam said.
"Screw the job. Screw it, man. I'm sick of the job anyway. We don't get paid. We don't get thanked. The only thing we get is bad luck." Dean said, staring out at the dark road.
"Well, come on, dude, you're a hunter. It's what you were meant to do." Sam said.
"I don't believe in that destiny crap." Dean retorted.
"You mean you don't believe in my destiny?" Sam asked.
"Whatever." Dean said dismissively. "Bitch."
"Jerk." Sam responded, chuckling as he pulled out his phone again.
"You calling that Ava girl again?" Dean asked. "You sweet on her or something?" And how does Nik feel about that?
"She's engaged, Dean." Sam said, unamused as he dialed again.
"So?" Dean asked with a chuckle. "What's the point in saving the world, if you can't get a little nookie once in a while?"
Sam didn't say anything, just typed on his phone. "What?" Dean asked.
"Just a feeling." Sam said, frowning a little. "How far is Peoria?" he asked.