CHAPTER 12

Molly sat huddled in the far corner of the dirty basement, watching with wet eyes as Sam dug through boxes, looking for anything that he could use as a lock pick. Mostly all he came up with were boxes of musty clothes and stuffed animals that had been abandoned along with the house. He was busy searching through a box of toys when he came across a stuffed squirrel that made him smile. He wasn't even sure why he liked it. He just... did. He grabbed it and took a sniff, deciding that it didn't smell too bad, stood up and walked over to the frightened little girl. When he knelt down beside her, Molly's eyes zeroed in on the small furry plush that was no bigger than his hand.

"Um... Hey Molly? This is Dean. Do... do you think you could take care of him for me?" Sam handed it to her and it looked so big in her tiny hands. She nodded and immediately hugged it to her chest, laying her cheek on it's furry little head. He couldn't do much for her right now, but he hoped that it brought her just a little bit of comfort. When she didn't make any other movements, Sam sighed and stood back up to continue his search.

"Thank you", Molly whispered brokenly through fresh tears. He stopped and turned his head to see her big sad eyes staring up him. He swallowed back the growing lump that was stuck in his throat and nodded at her. He tried to give her a confident smile, but it didn't feel very genuine. He turned and got back to digging so Molly wouldn't see the wetness building in his eyes. He had to stay strong for her. She needed him to find a way out! Another damn box of clothes! FUCK! Not even one friggin' paper clip!

Just as Sam was about to pull his hair out in frustration at being unable to find anything that he could pick those locks on the door with, he heard those same locks clicking open. Sam grabbed the shard of glass, flew back to the spot he had been tied up in, and clasped his hands behind his back. The piece of glass was big enough and sharp enough to make a good weapon. He only prayed that Gordon would get close enough for him to use it.

The door creaked open slowly and a set of boots and a pair of legs came into view, but he couldn't see much more than that from the angle of his seat on the floor. But then the figure stopped just inside the door and remained motionless for a moment before slowly descending the stars. Sam swallowed back his nerves and gripped the glass a little tighter. Show time!

Gordon gestured toward the door with his chin and smirked. "Open it", Gordon growled. Dean shot him the mother of all dirty looks, but it faltered quickly when Gordon pressed the gun hard into my temple, making me let out a hiss of pain. I already had blood running down the side of my face from how hard he had dug the barrel into my skin a few minutes ago and I could feel a fresh warm trickle make it's way down to my chin.

"Ok, you sick bastard... Ok!" Dean spat between clenched teeth, holding his hands up in defeat. He turned and started flipping the deadbolts quickly. When he got the last one unlocked, he paused to take a ragged breath before he turned the nob. He pushed the door open slowly and took a tentative step through the doorway.

"Stop right there, Dean", Gordon whispered, pushing me closer to the door. Dean froze with his hands still raised at eye level. "OK, Dean. Nice... and slow." Dean growled under his breath and slowly began to walk down the stairs. But before Dean even got halfway down, Gordon shoved me aside and kicked Dean hard in the ass, causing him to lose his balance and fall, head first, down the steps.

"DEAN!", I screeched, trying to pull away from Gordon, only to have him jerk me back into his chest by my hair. But then another voice cried out and I froze.

"OH GOD! DEAN!", a man's voice yelled in fear, seconds before Dean's brother, Sam came running from the far side of the room. "Dean! Talk to me!" Dean rolled onto his side and groaned, holding his head in one hand and his ass in the other.

"Figured you'd find away to get outta those ropes, Sammy", Gordon chuckled. "Had to be sure." Sam raised his head and stared up in shock at Gordon and then at me. The shock slowly morphed into an angry glare as recognition hit him. He remembered me from the bar.

"Fucking Bitch!", Sam spat under his breath as he looked away. I couldn't say that I blamed him for that reaction, even if I didn't have a choice. But then there was a soft whimper from somewhere that I couldn't see and the murderous expression evaporated from his face.

"M-Molly?", I croaked, around a sob.

"MAGGIE!", my sister screamed and came running into view. She tried to run up the stairs but Sam seemed to realize that that wouldn't be a good idea and grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back. She started struggling to get away from him, kicking and screaming. "LET ME GO, SAM! MAGGIE!"

"NO, MOLLY! DON'T COME UP HERE, OK?", I shouted over her hysterically screaming. "Stay with Sam!" When she started to quiet down and go limp in Sam's arms, I noticed the bruise on her cheek and the dried blood under her nose. I never wanted to kill Gordon more than I did in this moment. I made up my mind that I WOULD kill him if it was the last thing I ever did.

"Drop the glass, Sam. You won't be needing it anymore", Gordon purred, tightening his grip on my hair. Sam's jaw twitched as he tossed the glass from the hand that wasn't holding the crying girl in his lap. I watched it skitter across the floor and into the corner without breaking. "Now, I want you three to move back against the wall over there." He pointed the gun at the side of the room where Molly and Sam had come running from a moment ago.

"Please don't do this, Gordon!", I pleaded, trying to pull his hand out of my hair.

"SHUT UP, BITCH!", Gordon hissed, shoving me down the stairs. "COME ON! UP!" He was waving the gun at the hunters and my sister menacingly and I screamed. So naturally, so did Molly. Sam quickly turned her around in his lap and picked her up as he stood. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, holding on for dear life. He put out a hand to help Dean up and they slowly backed away to the other side of the room, never turning their backs on the crazed hunter.

"Gordon, please!", Sam whispered. "You have what you want! Let Dean and the girls go!" Gordon only laughed in my ear as he held me close to his chest.

"Right! Let big brother go so he can come gunning for me later? I don't think so!" Dean just snarled at Gordon with his hands balled into tight fists. "Thanks for making my point, Dean."

"Fine!", Dean snapped. "Then let the kids go, Gordon! They're of no use to you now!" Gordon pulled my head to the side and took a long sniff up and down my neck.

"Well, maybe... one use." Gordon looked back up at the hunters standing against the wall and I could feel the wide grin spread across his face because he had his cheek pressed up against my neck. The bulge pressing against my ass told me exactly what that meant.

"YOU SICK MOTHERF...!"

"Ah-ah-ah, Dean-o!", Gordon purred, cutting him off and pressing the gun painfully into my head again. Dean backed away a few steps, panting through his nose. Gordon ground his crotch hard against my backside and moaned.

"I think you'll be useful to me after all, my little slut!"