"Put the knife down, Gordon!" Sam yells as I take shaky breath, blood dripping from my nose, mouth, and cheeks. My stomach is clenches painfully and I start coughing, a sob coming up with each cough. Dean and Sam both look at me horrified before Dean aims his gun at Gordon and Sam rushes over, carefully untying the ropes.
"Oh god. Are you okay?" Sam whispers, his voice wavering.
"Hello, Dean. I'm just proving your little friend wrong about these monsters." His smooth, yet psychotic, voice rings through the small wooden house. Sam is still working on the tie and I'm almost completely bent over, breathing heavily as I watch the small drops of blood mix together. Two drops come together and I smile idly as I make up a small story in my mind of how those two drops were long lost siblings, reunited by the torturing of a fifteen year old girl. I get shaken out of my thoughts when I jerk forward as Sam finally gets the ties undone. I almost face plant but Sam quickly swivels around the chair and catches me.
"Let her go, Gordon." Dean says calmly and Gordon laughs before moving quickly and grabbing Dean, putting the knife to his neck. He drops the gun in surprise and I watch wide-eyed as Gordon uses his other knife in his right hand to cut his arm.
"Let him go! I will end you! Please let him g-go." I scream before it catches on a sob. Sam sends me a sympathetic look before aiming the gun, he just picked up from when Dean dropped it, at Gordon.
"Hey, hey. I'm just trying to prove a point." Gordon says before quickly moving Dean's arm over the vamps head. I watch terrified and saddened as Lenore's fangs come out, her head moving up towards the dripping blood. Sam's face falls as he watches Lenore give in. Until she doesn't. And, she makes her fangs relapse back into her gums. I smile slightly and watch as Gordon's stone face transforms into one of a confusion. Dean relaxes slightly and steps back, Gordon letting him.
"No, no." She mutters and I sniffle, wiping the tears off of my throbbing and blood covered face. I wince slightly but keep my lethal gaze on Gordon.
"You hear her, Gordon?" I ask, my words crawling with venom. He glares at me but remains silent, looking at Lenore for a second before glancing at the boys. Sam is halfway in front of me, looking over his shoulder every once in a while, and Dean has his head bowed slightly, staring at Gordon like he's about to kill him.
"We're done here." Sam's harsh words echo through the room. Gordon doesn't say anything but I keep my eye on him, just in case he makes a move.
"Sam, get them out of here." Dean demands, looking between Lenore and I. Sam goes to help me out but I take a step to the left, out of his reach.
"I'm fine. Go get her." I say, nodding my head to Lenore. Sam hesitates before nodding slightly and going over to Lenore, untying her. She sends me a small smile before Sam picks her up in his arms. I watch as Dean grabs his gun from Sam and points it at Gordon as he starts to take a step towards Sam. Gordon stops and watches angrily as Sam walks outside with Lenore.
"Uh-uh. Uh-uh!" Dean warns him from interfering. "Gordon, I think you and I've got some things to talk about." I glance between the two before sitting back down in the chair I was tied to. Wincing as my stomach clenches painfully.
"Honest mistake, Winchester. No hard feeling, right?" Gordon asks, bringing both of his arms up. Dean glances at me before scoffing.
"Yeah right. You just tortured our friend. Now, we can have this conversation without weapons or I can shoot you. Your decision." Dean proves his point by cocking the gun, aiming it at Gordon's chest. He seems to consider the options for a moment, then stabs his knife into the table, obviously making it easier for him to grab it. Dean takes that as his cue to put do the same thing, and like a naïve little guy he is, he pulls the clip out of the gun and places the two on the table, next to the knife.
And, just like I expected, Gordon throws a punch at Dean, hitting him in the cheek. I feel the familiar feeling of adrenaline submerge me and I quickly jump up, numb to the pain, and start running to him as Dean gets back up and hits Gordon in the stomach. He bends over but comes back up, quickly grabbing the knife.
"Knife!" I warn as I quickly grab Dean's gun, loading the clip in and aiming it at Gordon's leg. Gordon grows to strike Dean but he quickly dodges it, grabbing Gordon's arm. I focus back on the gun and aim again, wincing as my hands shake. I'm too tense, I'll never make the shot. So, I take a deep breath before again aiming on Gordon's leg, as he lunges at Dean, and pulling the trigger.
Time seems to stop as I watch the bullet pierce through the tension-filled air and land right in Gordon's left thigh. A pained yell fills the night and Dean looks at Gordon wide-eyed before following the bullet trail to the barrel of the gun. He looks at me finally and offers me a smile, his ears lifting, giving the impression of a little boy, before looking back at the yelling Gordon. I take a shaky breath before letting my arms relax, bring the gun down.
Gordon holds his leg as he looks up to Dean, his eyes squinting.
"You doing this for a fang? Come on, Dean, we're on the same side here." He drawls. I roll my burning eyes and shift me weight onto my other leg. Dean looks at me caringly before turning back to Gordon and picking him up, setting him in a chair.
"No, I'm doing this for Samantha." He grumbles and points the rope Gordon used to tie me up. I nod and grab it off the cracked floor and handing it to him, watching as he ties the dick to the chair. He struggles but in the end, Dean of course wins. I send Gordon one last sarcastic smile before walking out the door, waiting for Dean to walk ahead of me. He places his hand on my elbow and looks me over, grimacing slightly.
"Are you okay?" He asks quietly. Surprisingly, I'm calm and collected. Even though I just shot a guy and was tortured, I'm completely fi-. My thoughts get cut off as I double over and puke up all of my cheap breakfast onto the dead garden. I'm not fine. Not fine at all. The adrenaline is all out and I'm not numb anymore. Not. At. All.
My fucking head is screaming with pain. My stomach is turning like a wheel. And, my arm is throbbing something terrible from the cut. I jump as a hand lands on my shoulder and stay doubled over for a few seconds before I decide I'm not going to heave anymore and wipe my mouth, coming up to meet the worried face of Dean Winchester. And, I swear to god, if I pass out for a fourth time, I'm going to shoot myself. Because as I'm about to reassure Dean that I'm alright, everything goes black. For. The. Third. Fucking. Time. Today.
"No, that stuff makes me say loopy. I don't want to take that." I say in the middle of Wal-Greens. Dean and Sam are standing next to me in the medicine aisle as we try to find a pain medication that actually works and that you don't have to buy with a prescription. We're not having too much look finding any though. Sam sends me a tired look and grabs the medicine anyways.
"This is literally the only medicine here that we can buy without going to the doctor's." He argues and I set my jaw, crossing my arms.
"Okay, then I'll suffer through the," I start using air quotes now. "'Unbearable' 'pain'." I say sarcastically. Sam sends me another bitchface and places the bottle in the basket, moving on to the candy aisle. Dean gives me a mocking smile and drags me the both of us to the candy aisle behind Sam, his hand on my elbow.
I woke up in the car to Dean shaking me, telling me to put on the hoodie so nobody could see my face then forced me to go into the god-awful drug store bathroom so I could clean my face from the blood. I indeed did promise to plummet Dean to the ground, for waking me up, after I don't have a concussion anymore. He just told me to 'shut your lying cakehole and pick out some medicine.' All while Sam smiled.
"Pick one candy. Each of you." Sam orders and Dean nods, excited as I look Sam in the eyes and salute him.
"Yes, mom!" I yell and he grumbles before moving past me to Air-heads section. I look around the colorful aisle, pushing the childhood memories back, and walk towards the M&M's. I decide not to take ten minutes, like Dean, and grab the big bag of Peanut ones, meeting up with Sam at the end of the aisle, nodding at his selection of rainbow Air-Head Xtremes.
"Really, Dean? Twizzlers?" Sam retorts to Dean as he strides back over to us, carrying a large bag of red Twizzlers. Dean pauses and looks from the candy to Sam, a look of hurt on his face.
"What? It's the classic 'I'm feeling sorry for myself' candy. Samantha needs it." He replies and I gape at him.
"Me? I am not feeling sorry for myself. If anyone, it's you! I bet you cried when you figured out your 'baby' was gone." Dean mocks a look of betrayal before following Sam and I to the front of the store.
"I did not! I may have almost had a panic attack but I certainly did not cry." He claims and I just make a noise of denial. We reach the checkouts, going to the only check-out available, and I place my items down before looking towards the ground so no one can see my bruised face. I listen to the loud beeping noise as the guy scans the items and tells us the price. I see Sam's hand reach towards his pocket and he brings out his wallet, handing the guy a twenty dollar bill then puts the change back, replacing his wallet back in his pocket.
"Take your bag of 'I'm feeling sorry for myself' items, Dean." I say to Dean as the plastic bags are put on the counter. I laugh when Dean mocks me before taking the three bags and starts walking out, Sam ahead of him and me behind Dean. Right before I walk out the sliding door though, I accidently look up and catch the cashier's eyes. You stupid idiot. I scold myself as I see his eyes widen and he starts to walk towards me. Normally, if I wasn't in this kind of situation, I would've thought that this boy is a gift from god for actually giving a fuck but right now, I'm kind of annoyed.
"Wait." He says quietly so only I can hear. I shake my head and go to walk out but he reaches for the phone, probably going to call the police. I look towards the boys walking across the parking lot and call out, already knowing what I'm going to say to the caring cashier.
"Hey! I forgot to grab your mom's gift card!" I yell, wincing as I say mom. They share a look and nods to me before stopping in the middle of the parking lot, keeping an eye on me as I jog back to the boy that's ready to play hero and call the police.
"Yeah?" I ask innocently. He looks me over, pausing on the bruised cheeks and back outside, shifting on his feet.
"I can call the cops and they'll be here in two minutes." He mutters and I fake a look of confusion before opening my mouth in a silent, understanding 'O'.
"No, no. Those are my foster brothers. I was just moved from families." I say, giving him a reinforcing smile. His dark brown eyes squint and look at my face again, not fully believing me.
"So, that's from your previous house? They look really fresh." He puts an extra punctuation on the 'really'. I nod, looking to the ground like I'm about to cry.
"Yeah, my foster dad wasn't too happy about losing his paycheck since he had no foster kids in the house anymore. He-he-" I cut off, making my voice crack. He moves his hand away from the phone and reaches out to touch my arm, pulling back when I wince.
"Alright. I just wanted to make sure. I'm sorry." He says softly and I nod, wiping my face.
"I understand. You're a good guy for doing that. Don't change." I say honestly this time, looking back up to meet his eyes. This time I actually get to look at him though, he has short brown hair, though there's a small wave in the front, and heart-shaped lips. He looks like he's about fifteen or sixteen. My age. And he's adorably cute. If I wasn't in this situation I would probably…do nothing, I wouldn't even be out of the house to be honest.
"I was raised right, I guess. But, if you ever need to talk, here is my number." He says, quickly scribbling his number on a small piece of paper. He hands it to me and I read the name above the number, smiling slightly.
"Thanks, Wade. Talk to you later." I speak softly, fully intending to text him later. Not in any sexual or 'Come to my place tonight' kind of way. It might be good to have someone to talk to that I won't have to see all the time. He smiles back at me and I wave, walking back out the door and to the worried brothers.
"What happened?" Sam asks, waiting for me to catch up to them before walking to the impala.
"He thought I was getting abused or something. I told him you were my foster brothers and my old foster dad beat me." I relay before getting in the backseat, snorting when we all close our doors at the same time.
"Nice. How you holding up?" Dean asks as he puts the Impala into reverse and backs out of the parking lot, driving back to the motel. I rub my forehead, wincing when it throbs.
"I feel like if this headache doesn't go away soon, I'm going to suffocate myself." I grumble. I hear Dean laugh but I glare at him as it echoes through my throbbing head. I lean my head back and, regrettably, start thinking about Gordon.
"Is this turning you on, Gordon? Can you not get it up the usual way? You have to beat up little girls to be arouse-" My sentence gets cut off as Gordon's face falls into one of rage and he cuffs me across the face, making my whole body jerk to the left.
"Keep your mouth shut!" His once smooth and calming voice says, now full of rage.
"What's wrong? Don't like it when someone won't obey you?" I put extra punctuation on the word obey, practically asking to be shot. He moves his arm up before bringing it down on my stomach. The air gets knocked out of me as I bend over, trying to catch my breath.
"Samantha. You okay?" Sam's head peeks in through the back door. I take a deep breath and look around seeing the lit up motel. Dean is at the doorstep, looking back at us curiously. I look back to Sam's worried gaze and nod my head, scooting over until I'm out of the car door.
"I'm fine. Just remembering some fun times." I mutter, walking past him to follow Dean into the room.
"Hey, you know that Mini-Van you stole to get to the vamps house?" I ask the brothers once they're both in the room. Dean seems to deflate a little but Sam laughs at Dean before nodding. I think for a few seconds, jumping on the bed as the other two sit in the chairs.
"Did you steal it from here? Because we should probably leave then." Dean visibly cringes looking down, as Sam sighs. Of course they stole it from here.
"Yeah, yeah. We should probably go." Dean mutters, nodding the whole time, before we all three get up and start packing all of our things back into the bags. A fifteen year old girl knows how not to get caught by police better than 'professional hunters'. I think before laughing slightly and shaking my head as I holster my bag.
"I'll take your bags. You guys can talk, I guess." I mutter as I walk over to the table where the boys keeping glancing at each other awkwardly. Dean looks like he's about to argue but Sam quickly grabs the bag from his hands and gives it to me, giving me a thankful look. I open the door and walk out, hearing the brother's talk about how this hunt has changed some of their view on monsters.
"Yeah, I'm fine. You should see the other guy." I say with false cheeriness into the phone. After I got three urgent calls from each of my cousins, I quickly called my uncle. I totally forgot about the promise I made to him. I've already forgot! After only two weeks! I told my uncle a fraction of what happened. That, my brother's old 'friend' saw kidnapped me and the boys saved me. So, I actually didn't really tell him what happened, but if it keeps them safe I'm okay with lying for now.
"Yeah, I bet. I still remember when Ronnie jump scared you and you knocked him out cold." He says laughing and I laugh slightly at my oldest cousin yell of 'I wasn't ready!'. Sam comes back in the impala holding three coffees and hands one to me, the other to Dean who is listening in our conversation since it's on speaker.
"Wait, really? Samantha, you're a badass." Dean laughs and the other side of the phone is silent for a while after they hear Dean's voice. Sam looks at us confused as to what we're talking about but shrugs it off and takes a sip of his coffee.
"Is that one of the guys who's…" My uncle trails on. I send Dean a look for talking and wait for him to explain himself. He glares back at me, letting me know he's not going to talk, but I keep my glare strong, telling him that I won't talk either. Sam sees the silent fighting between us and quickly clears his throat before talking.
"Uh-yes sir. I'm Sam, my older brother is Dean. Samantha has been with us since the hospital." I smile at his polite tone, thinking my uncle Ron is going to make fun of him. Sure enough, he does.
"Damn, Sammie. You had to choose the geeky boy, if you're going to rebel you should've gone with the kind of guy who lets you have a gun." My eyes widen, as do the others. The next thing I know, a laugh bubbles out of me.
"Oh, I know. If only. At least Sam looks like the type of guy who would be in a frat, but he'd be the nice kind who gives you a bowl of sugar when you need it, y'know?" I ask, almost laughing again at Sam's face. Dean laughs though, loudly, causing his green eyes to shine with happiness.
"Ain't that just adorable? So, shall I ask what these guys' last names are?" Ron changes the subject. My face pales slightly and Sam nods at me, giving me their consent to tell him.
"Winchester." I say quietly, hoping he doesn't do a background check. But, I know he will. Hopefully he doesn't track me down and force me away from them though.
"Winchester? Like John Winchester?" My uncles' now shocked voice asks.