AUTHOR'S NOTES: I don't usually post chapters this close together, but some ideas for dialogue popped into my head this morning and I wanted to get it down before I forgot it. So, here ya go! Enjoy!

CHAPTER 14

"Think about what your doing, Gordon!", Sam whined in a panic. "You're about to kill innocent people! You're not a murderer, are you Gordon?"

"There's nothing innocent about you, Sam", Gordon said softly. "We all know what you've done. We all know what Hell has planned for you and that you're too weak to stop it." But then his gaze shifted to Dean and he sounded sad. "Now, Dean? His death is a necessary evil and I have no illusions about what it will cost me. I'll burn for it."

Gordon slowly swiveled the gun until it pointed at Dean's head. The angry glare never wavered from Dean's face and it kinda made me proud, in a weird way, that he didn't fear his own death. Gordon's head tilted to one side like he was studying an expensive painting in a museum. The silence in the room had become overwhelming.

"You know, Dean, I always considered you a kindred spirit." Dean chuckled humorlessly and shot Gordon a disgusted look. "No, I mean it. When I first met you, you were just like me. You enjoyed your job and you were good at it."

"Still am", Dean growled. "And I enjoy ganking a monster as much as the next guy." His eyes slipped in my direction before jerking back to Gordon quickly. "WHEN THEY DESERVE IT!" Dean's loud outburst made me jump and Molly whimper, hugging me tighter. Dean ran his hand over his mouth, trying to calm himself down. It worked, but only slightly. "What I don't enjoy is hurting little kids! What I don't enjoy is killing people that don't deserve it!" He was breathing heavy through his nose and trembling as he tried to keep himself from lunging at the psycho holding a gun on him.

"Oh, they deserved it, Dean. They deserved it just by being." I gasped when he suddenly pointed the knife back at me without taking his eyes or the gun off of Dean. "All monsters deserve to die, Dean! That's the natural order of things!"

"Do they deserve what you're planning to do to that girl, Gordon?", Dean spat, pointing a finger at me. My eyes grew wide as I looked from Dean to Gordon and back again. Gordon chuckled at Dean, took a slow step toward him, and leaned in slightly to speak like he was telling a secret.

"Nah, that's what I deserve." I wasn't certain, but I thought that he deliberately said it loud enough so I could hear him. Dean growled at him like an angry Pit Bull as Gordon step back. "But that won't matter to you in a minute." My heart was pounding as I watched this twisted exchange with a growing sense of panic. I had to do something quick or we were all fucked! But what was I gonna do? I didn't have a hope of overpowering someone like Gordon, even if he didn't have a gun and a giant knife! If I went at him without a weapon, I'd only be making matters worse! But how much worse could things get at this point?! I was resigned to everyone around me dying and me becoming the plaything of a lunatic!

It was at that moment that something glittering in the low light caught my eye. There next to my right foot was the shard of glass that Sam had tossed away when Dean was kicked down the stairs. I slowly pried Molly's arms from around my neck, making her whimper. I shushed her quietly and moved her off of my lap and up against the wall. I pointed to the glass and she nodded, seeming to understand what I was doing. I reached down to grab it when I heard a click. I looked up just in time to see Gordon cocking the gun.

"Sorry, Dean. This is a necessary evil and I'll burn in Hell for it. But it must be done." I couldn't wait anymore. I jumped to my feet, the sharp piece of glass held high over my head, and ran at the bastard before I thought about what I was doing. I screamed as I brought the shard down in a wide arch, driving the tip into his shoulder and slicing through the palm of my hand just as he pulled the trigger. Gordon screamed in pain and threw his elbow back into my face, causing the round to whiz passed Dean's head by mere inches and me to go flying backwards and slam into the concrete floor, the back of my head hitting hard. Everything was kinda hazy after that.

"FUCKING BITCH!", Gordon bellowed as he spun around without thinking. Dean used the distraction to jump Gordon, driving him to the dirty floor. I was dangerously close to passing out, but I could hear Molly screaming and the hunters cursing and grunting as they fought for control of the situation. I tried to scoot away, but my head was pounding and the room was spinning, and I just didn't have the strength to move very much.

"FUCKING GET THE GUN, SAMMY!", I heard Dean shout. He sounded like he was straining to hold Gordon down, but I could only stare up at the ceiling, trying to hold onto consciousness.

"DEAN, HOLD HIM! I CAN'T GET IT!" Sam's reply was full of panic and it made my heart ratchet into high gear, but I just couldn't make my body move enough to even see what was happening. I could hear the angry grunts and growls coming from Gordon and I so wished that I could do more, but my vision was blurring and my limbs were going numb. Just as I was about to let the darkness have me and pass out, I heard Sam scream in terror. "DEAN! LOOK OUT!"

Then it happened. The loudest bang I have ever heard. A gunshot in this small confined space that sounded like an atomic bomb going off beside me. I flinched, but I still couldn't make my body listen to me. Molly screamed again and I could feel her hug me tightly around the waist. A tear slid down my cheek as the darkness slowly enveloped me. And before I blacked out, I just remember thinking...

I fucked up again.

Almost done! I'm kinda sad. I really like this story!