CHAPTER 11

I stared at the shiny silver gun at my feet and an angry sob poured out of my mouth and between Gordon's fingers. What had I done? It was over! I had fucked us all because I couldn't do what I was told! We were all going to die because of me!

"OK, Gordon! You got what you wanted!", Dean growled angrily. "Let the girls go!"

"Now, Sweetheart", Gordon whispered in my ear, ignoring Dean's pleas. "I'm gonna take my hand off your mouth and you're gonna be a good little freak and pick up the gun. Got it?" I nodded frantically. Maybe if I could somehow grab the gun and pull away from him as I leaned over, I could shoot him before he could do the same to me. Even if he shot me I still had a chance to end this here and now. He slowly released my face and I started to bend down, but he jerked me back up by the hair and shoved the gun up under my chin before I could get very far. "Pick it up by the barrel."

SHIT! There went that plan! He started to bend over me forcing me to bend at the waist while he continued to press the gun under my jaw. We were fully bent over and I could feel his hard length pushing against my ass. This was exciting him, the sick bastard!

"Please!", I sobbed in terror. I knew that when I picked up that gun and handed it to Gordon, it would all be over.

"Shhh... Baby..." Gordon cooed softly, letting go of my hair and stroking it almost lovingly. "Just pick it up and hand it to me, OK? I promise that I'll let you and your sister go." I could feel his mouth at my ear, his hot breath making me cringe. I knew he was lying, but what other choice did I have? I had to hope that he was telling the truth even as my brain was screaming at me to tell him to fuck off! I reached a trembling hand down, but stopped before I touched the metal barrel of the gun. I was having trouble making my hand move that final few inches and Gordon growled at me in frustration. "PICK UP THE DAMN GUN, BITCH!", he finally screamed, making me jump. I snatched up the gun and held it over my shoulder until he took it from me and shoved it into the waistband at the back of his pants.

"Thanks, Bitch!", Gordon spat as he grabbed me by the hair again and straightened up, pulling me up with him.

Are... are you gonna let me and Molly go now?", I whimpered. I had my answer when he chuckled softly in my ear. "But, you promised!", I whined, sounding like a petulant child.

"Sorry, Sweetheart. I don't show mercy to monsters. I catch 'em, they get ganked. Simple as that." This whole time, his gun never moved from it's spot under my chin. But now he started caressing my throat with the barrel, moving it up and down slowly. Each time it moved down, it dipped lower and lower until the cold steel was nestled in my cleavage. The fear bubbled up inside me and poured out in a choked off wail.

"Stop it, Gordon! Leave the kid alone!", Dean snarled low. He was really pissed now. More pissed than I'd ever seen him. Even when I told him that Gordan had taken his brother, he didn't look this angry.

What's the matter, Dean?", Gordon laughed. "It's just a monster. They don't have feelings. Not like we do." He pushed the gun down the front of my dress and between my breasts and began thrusting it in and out like he was fucking my boobs with it.

"Of course she has feelings! Look at her! She's terrified!"

"Good", Gordon whispered softly, but still loud enough for Dean to hear. "Just the way I like 'em." Dean snarled when Gordon's other hand snaked around my waist and pulled me flush against his body, his erection more prominent than ever.

"GORDON!", Dean bellowed in rage. "Don't." That last word was dripping with dangerous energy and I was just glad that it wasn't directed at me or I would have peed my pants. But it didn't seem to faze Gordon in the least. He seemed to ignore it altogether. He pulled the gun out of my dress and shoved it back under my chin again.

"Now, Dean, I want you to turn around and kick the door in. We're gonna go see Sammy so you can say your goodbyes. I haven't decided if I'm gonna let you live yet, but considering how much of a pain in my ass you've been, I wouldn't count on it."

"I will kill you, you sorry sack o' shit!", Dean seethed, His hands balled into tight fists at his sides.

"We'll see", Gordon said nonchalantly with a shrug. "Now do as I say and kick in the door so we can get this show on the road." Dean snarled as he turned to face the old wooden front door, lifted his leg and drove the flat of his foot into the plate. The door swung open and hit the wall with a loud bang, making me flinch. "Stay put, Dean, until I tell you to move!" Gordon shoved me forward with his hand still tangled in my hair. He moved the gun to the back of my head as he walked me toward the house. "OK, Dean-o! Move your ass... nice and slow. Don't try anything stupid."

"Yeah, yeah...", Dean grumbled as he trudged through the open door and into the dilapidated house. He stopped in the middle of the living room, not really knowing where he was supposed to go next. He turned his head and looked at Gordon out of the corner of his eye. "I've always wondered why you care so much. Sam's not gonna turn bad. That shit's behind us now."

"Because, Dean, from the moment I met him, I knew."

"Knew what?", Dean asked, confused.

"That I would have to kill him." Gordon's hand twisted in my hair and I groaned in pain when I felt several strands pop loose from my scalp. I had the fleeting thought that if I made it through this, I was gonna be bald. But then I remembered that I was a shifter and this wasn't my real hair. The things you think about when you have a gun to your head! "That night we had drinks in the bar after you gave that vamp one hell of a hair cut. That was still bad ass, by the way!"

"Yeah... thanks", Dean said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"Anyway, While we were sitting there swapping war stories, I watched him. Saw the look in his eyes, Dean. The bitterness. The anger. Even then I saw something that had my spidey senses tingling. But, at that time, I didn't know what it was. Now I know what it was."

"Oh yeah? And what was it?"

"That he was Hell's bitch! Still is!", Gordon spat. Dean spun around and made like he was going to lunge at Gordon before Gordon pressed the gun to my temple again making Dean freeze. "He'll release all of Hell to murder the world, Dean! Why can't you see that?! Or are you two so co-dependent that you just ignore it because you can't live without each other?!"

"You don't know anything about us!", Dean growled, taking a step back. "So we might be a little co-dependent! But I know Sam is a good man! I know that I couldn't do this job without him! We... we..." Dean was so agitated that he was having trouble getting the words out.

"You help people", I croaked, tears rolling down my cheeks. "You help people even... even when you know what it will cost you." Dean was staring at me like I had suddenly grown a second head. "Even when those people are... m-monsters." Dean's eyes glistened like he was going to cry, but he held the tears back. He smiled at me and then his eyes shifted to Gordon again.

"Yeah, what she said."

"OK, enough of this sentimental horseshit!", Gordon snapped irritably. "Get going, Dean! Through the kitchen!" He waved Dean through a doorway on the other side of the room and shoved me towards it. When we got into the kitchen, Gordon pointed at a large metal door next to the stove that had several deadbolts on it. It reminded me of a horror movie that I had seen once where this crazy, inbred family kept there killer, mutant son locked in a basement with a bunch of locks on it kinda like that. I had to change the channel before the killing even started because it scared the living shit outta me! Gordon gestured toward the door with his chin and smirked.

"Open it."