CHAPTER 6

"I'm sorry, Molly!", I sobbed into my knees. "I'm sorry!" I was so screwed! I went and fucked up! AGAIN! Dean was staring at me like I was a ticking time bomb with 5 seconds left on the timer. His mouth was gaping like he wanted to say something but didn't know what to say. He reached out to me, making me flinch. He pulled his hand back quickly like he'd been burned and his eyes softened into concern.

"Hey, Sweetheart", Dean whispered, holding both hands up to show me that they were empty. "I'm not gonna hurt ya." He slowly reached up and put his hand on my shoulder and I buried my face in my knees again. I couldn't bear to look at those eyes for another second. Eyes so full of caring for a person that was helping a psychopath off his brother. "Just... just tell me what's wrong, ok?"

"I... I c-can't", I muttered into my knees. He squeezed my shoulder gently when I started crying again.

"Sure you can! You just gotta..."

"NO!" I blurted, jumping off the bed, making him jerk back again. "I CAN'T! YOU'D KILL ME IF I TOLD YOU!"

"Wait... What?", Dean said softly, his eyes scrunching up in confusion. He stood up slowly and took a tentative step toward me with his hands still up in the air. "Why would I do that?"

"N-never mind. It doesn't matter." I turned away from him, facing the window. Soft slivers of light were leaking past the edges of the thick curtains from the light posts in the motel's parking lot. "We're d-dead anyway. When G-Gordon finds out that I fucked up, he's gonna..."

"Wait... Gordon?", Dean growled. I spun around just in time to see his eyes go from wide with shock to rage filled in the span of about 100th of a second. "Not Gordon Walker?" My hands flew up to my mouth as soon as I realized what I had just done. I never saw him move! One second I was standing in the middle of the room and the next, my back was slammed up against the door with a giant hand wrapped around my throat. "What the fuck is he doing here, Bitch!" He was snarling and spitting in my face and when I looked up into his eyes, they looked almost feral. "He send you here to kill me?! HUH?!" He was shaking my head violently back and forth as he squeezed.

"I... He...", I croaked behind his ever tightening fingers. "Please..." My vision was starting to go fuzzy and my arms were growing heavy from lack of oxygen. OH GOD! This hunter was gonna kill me right now and I'd never see Molly again! "Please", I mouthed silently as my head began to swim. Just as I felt myself slipping, his fingers disappeared from around my neck. I gulped in a giant lungful of air that turned into a coughing fit as I crumpled to the floor at the hunter's feet.

"If you wanna keep breathing, you're gonna tell me what the Hell is going on", Dean said with absolutely no sympathy in his voice. When I looked up at him, he was glaring down at me like he was hoping I would refuse to answer.

"Gordon wanted me to... to seduce you...", I stammered, dropping my head. "To get y-you away f-from your..." Fuck! When I say it, he's gonna kill me! "From... from your b-brother."

"Fuck!", Dean hissed under his breath, angrily stalking toward me. I whined and pushed back against the door, hoping I would disappear right through it. But instead of grabbing me, he yanked the door open, shoving me out of the way. I wanted so bad to run, run back home to see if Molly was ok, but I felt so guilty about what I had done to this stranger, that I jumped to my feet and followed him back toward the bar. I had to see if his brother was ok.

"What the Hell am I doing?", I whispered to myself. I was seriously gonna get myself killed! When I caught up to Dean, he was standing outside the door of the bar, staring down at the pavement. There was a small pool of fresh blood that looked smeared, like whoever had bled there had been dragged off. Dean ran into the bar while I stood paralyzed, staring at that red, wet puddle of blood. The blood that, if it belonged to the person I knew it did, was on my hands. I was so lost in my own thoughts that I didn't hear the door of the bar open and close or see a very angry Dean Winchester until it was too late. All I felt was his massive body colliding with mine and his fingers curling around my throat again.

"WHERE IS HE, BITCH! WHERE'S MY BROTHER!" He didn't even pretend to care if anyone else heard him as he yelled in my face. "WHERE DID THAT FUCKING BASTARD TAKE HIM!" He wasn't giving me a chance to tell him that I didn't know as he continued to scream threats and curses at me. He was beginning to hyperventilate and soon all speech, it seemed, was beyond him. He raised his other hand as if to backhand me and I closed my eyes, waiting for the blow. When nothing happened, I slowly opened my eyes and he looked like he was in pain. I could see the tears threatening to give way behind his eyes and it broke my heart. He appeared to be frozen in place with his arm still raised, unable to decide what to do next.

"I'm sorry", I wheezed between his bruising fingers. He jerked me close and opened his mouth as if to say something, but what came out instead made me wish he'd slapped me. An agonized roar poured out of him as the tears finally broke loose and rolled down his face.

I thought I hated Gordon before! That sound of anguish made me want to kill him myself! I could feel his pain. It was my pain. Gordon had my sister too. Forced me to lock her in the basement before we left and threatened to come back and kill her if I didn't do what I was told. The only way he could make good on that threat was if he was close by the house. Or in it! "A-abandoned house! Carver Street!" I croaked out the words as his fingers pressed into the fragile skin of my throat. "Please!" I swallowed hard and I knew he could feel my throat working frantically to get the lump to go down. He slowly loosened his grip and stepped back out of my personal space.

"What?" He still had a hold of my throat which was the only thing holding me up while I coughed and panted for air again.

"The old abandoned house... on Carver Street! If... G-Gordon has your brother... th-that's where he'll be!"

"And how do you know that!" He stared back at me skeptically. I didn't, in fact, know that for sure. But for Molly's sake, I had to hope that Dean would believe me.

"Because he has my little sister too!", I said as my breathing finally started to even out and slow. His eyes got as big and round as dinner plates and he slowly released my throat completely.

"What?"

"He told me that if I didn't do this, he would kill my sister!" I rubbed the tender skin of my throat as I spoke. He suddenly reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me toward a shiny black car in the parking lot. He hauled me around to the other side and practically threw me into the passenger seat before running back around and sliding in behind the wheel. I wanted to complain about the rough treatment, but the glare he shot me made me think better of it. He squealed tires out of the parking lot and for a second I thought he was gonna skid right into the ditch on the other side of the road! This guy was a a lunatic behind the wheel!

"Why'd he pick you?", Dean finally said after a few minutes of silence. "I mean, you're really hot and all, but he could have paid a hooker to do it or something." FUCK! I so did NOT want to have this conversation with a hunter! I knew what he would do when he found out what I was. But, I didn't know if there was any other way around it now.

"Two birds with one stone, I guess", I muttered, staring down at my hands in my lap.

"What the Hell does that mean?" When I looked up he was eyeing me out of his peripheral while he tried to watch where he was going. I took a deep breathe and let it out slowly through my nose, trying to stay calm. Sitting so close to a hunter when he heard what I was about to say, could cost me everything. But he deserved to know the truth.

"I... I'm a... sh-shapeshifter", I stuttered out and then sighed heavily. It kinda felt good to actually tell someone. Even if he was gonna kill me for it. I was so sick of hiding what I was. He didn't speak, but judging by the way his hands tightened on the wheel, he wasn't happy about it. A few more minutes of awkward silence, was finally broken when he started talking again.

"So... is this..." He waved his hand up and down at me while holding the wheel with his other hand. "The real... you?" Dammit! He was asking every question that I didn't want to answer!

"Uh... no. Gordon wanted someone who was more... your type and... older." Dean growled and slammed his fist down on the wheel, making me jump and slide as far away from him as I could. When he saw my reaction he took a deep breath to calm himself. "Please tell me you're not a dude! I don't know if I could ever get over making out with a fucking guy!"

"No, I'm not a guy!" He heaved a heavy sigh of relief and went back to gripping the steering wheel tightly. Then he asked the worst question on the planet. "You said Gordon wanted someone... older. Just how old ARE you?"

"I... I'm... uh... I'm 17."

"I'll fucking KILL the son of a bitch!", Dean snarled and then went quiet the rest of the way there. But I could almost hear his teeth grinding together.

Why did this drive back to the house seem so much longer than the ride to the bar?