Dean took a deep breath. "Right before Dad died, he told me something." He looked up, first at Sam then over to Raven. "He told me something about the two of you."
There were worse ways to find this out, Raven thought to herself. Worse ways to find out that your father took a hit out on you, and he ordered your brother to do it. There were worse ways to find out you were right. It's satisfying, in many ways, to be right on the money about your father. It settled in your chest the same as a deep breath. To see your siblings learn it, though, took that same breath from you.
"What? Dean, what did he tell you?" Sam asked. He saw that truth too. The evitable answers that he wanted to hide. He saw John's flaws long before Raven did. He ran from them all the way to Stanford.
Meanwhile Dean, John's most avid defender, looked like his god finally bled.
"He said that he wanted me to watch out for you, to take care of you." Dean explained.
"He told you that a million times." Sam countered.
Dean winced. "No, this time was different."
"What, cause he included me this time?" Raven asked.
"He said that I had to save both of you." Dean added.
"Save us from what?" Sam asked.
Dean grimaced. It could be excused as being from the sun beaming down. In truth, he definitely didn't want to share anything. "He just said that I had to save you, that nothing else mattered; and that if I couldn't, I'd..."
"You'd what, Dean?"
"That I'd have to kill you." Dean blurted. Sam flinched back, eyes crinkling already in fury. Raven stared down at her shoes. Her fingers curled around her bag. "He said that I might have to kill you, Sammy. You and her."
"Kill us? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Sam snapped.
"I don't know."
"I mean, he must have had some kind of reason for saying it, right? Did he know the demon's plans for us? Are we supposed to go darkside or something?!" Sam threw all these questions at Dean. Dean just stood there, taking it. Raven scuffed the dirt with her shoes. "What else did he say, Dean?"
"Nothing, that's it, I swear."
"How could you not have told me this?" Sam shouted.
Raven continued being quiet.
"Because it was Dad, and he begged me not to." Dean shouted back.
"Who cares?! Take some responsibility for yourself, Dean! You had no right to keep this from us!" Sam yelled.
The dirt track was starting to get deep. Raven stopped digging in the dirt. Her hands migrated to her hair, tugging at the strands.
"You think I wanted this? Huh? I wish to God he'd never opened his mouth. Then I wouldn't have to walk around with this screaming in my head all day." Dean snapped.
Sam huffed. He turned, waving around the beer bottle in his hands. "We've just got to figure out what's going on, then, what the hell all this means."
"We do? I've been thinking about this, I think we should just lay low. You know? At least for a while." Dean offered instead. "It'd be safer. And that way I can make sure-"
"What? That we don't turn evil? That we don't turn into some kind of killer?" Sam asked, mocking the very idea. Mocking John Winchester and his paranoia.
Nevermind that it's true. That its a real concern to have when demon blood is involved. Raven tugged again on her hair. Some strands came with her. She let them fall to the ground, useless.
"I never said that." Dean argued.
"Jeez, if you're not careful you will have to waste me one day, Dean." Sam snarked.
"I never said that! Dammit, Sam, this whole thing is spinning out of control! All right?" Dean snapped. "You're immune to some weirdo demon virus, and I don't even know what the hell anymore. And you're pissed at me, I get it. That's fine, I deserve it. But we lay low until we figure out our next move, okay?"
Sam shook his head. He gulped down his beer. "Forget it."
"Sam, please, man. Hey, please." Raven took a step back. Dean stepped forward, closer to Sam. Raven curled her other arm around her middle, hunching behind Sam. "Just give me some time. Give me some time to think, okay? I'm begging you here, please. Please."
It seemed to take everything from the brother to agree. To nod, and accept that fate.
"Raven?" Dean asked.
The two brothers looked at their sister. The woman hadn't spoken a word the whole time.
"Raven-"
Raven stomped off towards the car. She dived in the backseat, sitting silently. Not another word spoken.
==GMB==
They found a nearby motel. In the middle of the night, Sam snuck out. He found a car. He started breaking into it. A car pulled into the motel. Sam quickly hid the coat hanger.
Raven rolled down the window. Sam stared. "Get in before you get us arrested."
Sam quickly climbed in the car. Raven drove off from the motel. He laughed.
"You already stole a car."
"Borrowed." Raven replied. "We're car hopping a lot the next few days."
Sam agreed. The further she drove from Dean, the more relaxed Sam became. Stealing cars didn't seem so bad compared to your father's dying wish to kill you.
==GMB==
They arrived at the Roadhouse in a new car. Raven dusted it off, cleaning it til it was spotless. No trace of their DNA, she claimed.
The twins walked into the bar. People turned to look. Raven smiled tightly at them. Sam just nodded. Ellen was cleaning a glass as she approached.
"Sam. Raven." Ellen greeted.
"Hey, Ellen." Sam replied.
"Hello." Raven greeted, much more awkwardly. "How's it going? You doing good? I just realized we don't talk to you enough. Let's talk about you, okay?"
"Like how you don't seem surprised to see us." Sam asked.
"Like that. Or anything else." Raven asked, nervously laughing.
"Well, your brother's been calling, worried sick, looking for you." Ellen admitted.
Sam laughed, scoffing. "Yeah. Figured he might." Raven shuffled in place, fingers fidgeting together.
"What's going on between you three?" Ellen asked.
"How's Jo?" Raven asked quickly. "Where is she? I don't see her around. Things okay? She okay?"
"Well, I don't really know." Ellen admitted.
Raven's face fell. "What?"
"I haven't seen her in weeks." Ellen replied. "She sends a postcard now and again. Until I get another, I don't know if she's okay."
"What happened?" Raven asked. She sat on a bar stool, leaning on the bar. "If you don't mind sharing?"
"Well, after she worked that job with you three she decided she wanted to keep on hunting. I said 'not under my roof', and she said 'fine'." Ellen explained.
Raven sighed. She sat up on the barstool. Sam blew out a long breath, shifting uncomfortably. "So we're probably the last people you want to see right now."
Ellen just laughed. "Oh, don't get me wrong. I wish I could blame the hell out of you kids. It'd be easier. Truth is, it's not your fault, Sam, or Raven. None of it is. I want you to know that I forgave your daddy a long time ago for what happened to my Bill. I just don't think he ever forgave himself."
Raven stared down at her hands. She seemed to realize they were fidgeting. She instead clamped them to her bag.
"What did happen?" Sam asked.
"Um, so, why did you come here, sweetie?"
Sam looked at Raven. She nodded, silent again. "We need help."
==GMB==
Ash huffed. "What am I looking for, Sam?"
"Other people, other psychics, like us. As many as possible, and we need a nationwide search." Sam requested.
"But I thought there was no way to track them all down. Not all of them had nursery fires like you did." Ellen reminded them.
"It's all we have to go off of." Raven said. "We gotta start somewhere. And if their name is Scott, I want them first."
Ash tensed up. "Scott?"
"I had a dream about him." Raven admitted. Ellen tensed.
"Okay?" Ash frowned. "And that's a problem because-"
"People tend to die when I dream about them." Raven replied. Ash paused. "So yeah. Get any names you can, but I want the ones named Scott first. Okay?"
"Okay. Got it. Rush order on Scott's whose mothers burned to death." Ash walked off.
Raven blew out air. Sam squeezed her shoulder. Ellen went out to work at the bar.
"You didn't say you had another dream." Sam noted.
"Why do you think I got a car?"
==GMB==
Sam bought drinks. Raven just spun hers, staring blankly into it. Not like vision, Sam vividly knew what that looked like. He drank his beer.
Ash returned. He held a tiny scrap. "Done, and done."
Sam sat up. Raven hadn't moved. "That was fast."
"Well, apparently, that's my job. Make the monkey dance at the keyboard." Ash sat at the bar. Raven handed him her drink. He chugged it.
"Just tell us what you got, Ash." Ellen said.
"Five folks fit the profile nationwide. Born in '83, mother died in a nursery fire, the whole shebang." Ash reported.
"Five? That's it?" Sam asked, frowning.
"Sam and Millie Winchester from Lawrence, Kansas, Max Miller from Saginaw, Michigan, Andrew Gallagher from Guthrie, Oklahoma, and uh, another name." Ash chugged more of his beer. "Scott Carey."
"Scott?" Raven repeated. "Just one Scott, seriously? Not even two Scotts on different sides of the country?"
"Nope. Just the one." Ash replied. "And you were right."
"About?"
"People die when you dream about them."
The three tensed.
"His address was Arbor Hill Cemetery in Lafayette, Indiana. Plot 486." Ash reported. "Killed a month ago."
"Does that fit?" Ellen asked.
Raven shifted in her bar stool. "Ash. How did he die?"
"Stabbed." He and Raven said. Ash narrowed his eyes on her, still drinking. "Parking lot. Okay, you gotta stop doing that. Do you know who killed him?"
"No. I don't see who kills them, I just watch them die." Raven replied.
Ash flinched, shivering. "Weird." He finished off her beer. He took Sam's, drinking that too.
"I don't enjoy it."
"Alright." Sam stood up. He started guiding Raven away. "Thank you."
"Where are you going?" Ellen asked.
"Indiana." Sam answered.
"Kids? I've gotta call Dean, I've gotta let him know where you are." Ellen warned him.
"Ellen." Sam asked. It's not pleading, but it's definitely close. "We're trying to find answers about who we are. And our brother means well, but he can't protect us from that. Please."
Ellen conceded. They would get time, but not a lot.
Raven jumped in the car. Sam beside her. Raven flipped stations around, driving off. Sam snorted.
"Country, really?"
"It's fun, don't knock it." Raven snarked. "Just for that we're gonna find a new car."
==GMB==
They indeed found a new car. They also found the house of Scott Carey's father.
"So you say you went to highschool with Scott?" Mr Carey asked.
"Uh, yes sir, we did. We just heard about what happened, I'm so sorry."
"He was a really fun kid." Raven added. "Almost made some classes worth it, knowing we shared them. You know?"
Mr Carey nodded. "Scotty was a good boy. He changed a lot since you knew him."
"What do you mean?" Sam asked.
"It started about a year ago with these headaches. And then he got depressed, paranoid, nightmares." Mr Carey warned.
"Nightmares?" Sam and Raven exchanged a look, sitting up. "Um, did he ever talk to you about his nightmares? What he saw, or-"
"No, no. He closed up with me. I tried to get him help, but nothing took. He'd just lock himself in his room for days." Mr Carey replied.
"You think maybe we could see his room?" Sam asked.
==GMB==
His room was very typical of a quiet college kid. Bookshelf stuffed with books, knick knacks scattered around. A few of them were cassette tapes. Three pill bottles were on the nightstand. Sam grabbed one. Raven was checking the closet.
"Sam." She warned.
Sam came over. He tensed, seeing what she saw.
A portrait. Just the one- a collage glued to the wall of a pair of bright yellow eyes.
==GMB==
They made it back to their new motel. It would have yellow pages they could use to find Dr George. It's the only lead they had.
But they quickly realized something was following them. Sam suspected Dean. Raven knew the real culprit.
Sam whirled around. He grabbed the girl, pressing her to the motel room door. The young woman gasped. She's young, maybe the same age as Raven.
"Who are you?" Sam snapped.
"Please! You're both in danger." Ava pleaded.
==GMB==
Sam and Raven were sitting in the motel room. Ava was pacing, visibly panicking. She basically refused any efforts to help her calm down.
"Okay, look, I know how all this sounds, but I am not insane and I am not on drugs. Okay? I am normal, and this is way, way off the map for me." Ava tried to explain calmly. She paced the small motel room, crossing her arms over her chest and constantly tucking her hair back.
It's disturbing to watch.
"All right, all right, just, just calm down. Okay? What's your name?" Sam began.
"Ava."
"Ava?"
"Ava Wilson."
"Ava, I'm Sam Winchester, all right? That's my sister, Raven." Raven waved her hand. "Now, you were telling me about these dreams of yours?"
"Uh, yeah, uh, okay, about a year ago I started having these, like, headaches, and just, nightmares, I guess." Ava explained. "And I really didn't think much of it until I had this one dream where I saw this guy get stabbed in a parking lot."
"When?" Raven asked.
"Uh, about a month ago. But, anyway, a couple of days later, I found this." Ava pulled the newspaper clipping out of her purse. She handed it to Raven.
Raven opened it. Sam looked over her shoulder. A news article explained Scott Carey's death.
"I saw this guy die, days before it happened. I don't know why, I don't know, it's just for some reason, my dreams are coming true. And last night I had another one." Ava revealed.
"Right." Raven eyed the young woman.
"About you. I saw you die." Ava added. "Both of you."
"How did you find us?" Sam asked.
"Oh, uh, you had motel stationary, and I Googled the motel, and it was real, and so I just thought that I should warn you." Ava explained.
Sam turned to Raven. Raven didn't look excited, just frustrated. Sam spoke his facial expression quite clearly. "I don't believe this."
Ava huffed, near to tears in frustration. "Oh, oh, of course you don't. You think I'm a total nutjob."
"Wait, no, no, no, I mean, you must be one of us." Sam assured her.
Ava blinked. The frustrated tears were still there. "Sorry, one of, one of who?"
"One of the Psychics. Like Raven and me. Look, Ava, I have visions too, all right? We both do." Sam explained to her.
Ava laughed. "Okay, so, you're nuts. That's great."
"I saw him die too." Raven admitted.
Ava shook her head. "I- It-"
"He was just walking down the road." Raven said. "He'd left a therapist appointment, that's all. He was walking in the dark to his car. The guy was in the car mirror but you couldn't see him. The man stabbed Scott without a sound. Scott bled out beside his car."
Ava paled. "Okay. Okay. Umm."
"We're connected." Raven assured her. "We know what's going on, and we can help you."
"Did your mother die in a fire?" Sam asked.
"Sam!" Raven hissed.
"She could fit the-"
"Ash already searched, and we're the only five!" Raven reminded him. "Okay? Not everybody lost their mom in a fire like us."
Ava frowned, confused.
"Sorry." Raven stood up. She squeezed Ava on the shoulder. "He gets excited. We actually need to go, so, mind joining us?"
Ava sighed, relieved. "Good. Good, okay, you're going to leave town. That's good."
"Oh, no. We're not doing that." Raven chuckled.
"Why not?!" All the panic returned to the non-hunter. "Please? Before you blow up?"
"We can't." Sam said. "Something is going on here, Ava. With you, with us. I mean, we're not the only three. Others like us are out there. We're all a part of something, and we've got to figure out what."
"Okay, you know what-" Ava reeled back.
Raven stepped in. "Ava. He said we are going to investigate. Me and him. It's why we're in town. Scott Carey had the same abilities as us. We're trying to figure out who killed him. That's all it is. Okay? You can go back to your very normal, mom-filled life. Now do I see a ring?"
Ava's argument was clearly still locked and loaded. Still, the excitement of her impending marriage helped simmer it down. She showed off the ring. "We're engaged."
"That's amazing. Have you set a date yet?" Raven asked.
Ava nodded. Her lower lip trembled. "Eight weeks. I'm supposed to be addressing invitations."
"Oh, that's rough." Raven clicked her tongue, shaking her head. "There's just always more invites, huh?" Ava nodded. She was actually starting to cry now. "You still stopped all of that to come help us. Thank you, Ava, it really means a lot. We don't often see people that kind."
Ava sniffled. She wiped her teary eye. "God, I didn't expect any of this."
"Nobody does." Raven assured her.
"You're still going to stay?" Ava asked. Raven nodded. "But you could die-"
"We don't have weddings to plan, or dogs to walk, bills to forget, or anything like that. We have people in jeopardy. These visions are scary, down right terrifying even if you know what to expect. I've watched like fifty people die this year alone. It's getting worse." Raven admitted.
She glanced down at her hands, seeing her nails were still cut way too short. Every vision came back in a ghost memory. The restless nights, knowing a nightmare was coming. Watching people die and knowing she couldn't stop it. The constant stream of victims. She had nightmares when she started saving people. All of the people she couldn't save or left to die because she hadn't figured out how.
Everybody wants dreams from childhood to return. Nobody wants the nightmares coming back. Raven was stuck with them for a year. Nightmares are expected with Raven's life. Having them on a constant basis? Yeah, no.
But Ava Wilson is going to fall. Raven knows that without any visions. Ava will turn to the dark side. Ava still tried so hard to be kind. In this moment, at this time, she decided the lives of others mattered enough to try. For this gesture of kindness, Raven will repay her. The darkness will claim her, but it will have to fight a whole lot harder.
"You can leave, and I won't judge you for it." Raven admitted. How can she judge any of these people? They were just pawns in the great game of the Apocalypse. "But if you stay, you can help us avoid that fate. If you walk out the door, you're leaving us behind. So what'll it be?"
Ava sighed. She grabbed her purse, slinging it on her shoulder.
Raven smirked. She glanced at Sam. Her brother stared at her like he wanted to say something, anything, but all the words came up short. Raven hoped it wasn't anything embarrassing.
"What do you need me to do?" Ava asked.
"Attend a therapy session. We need to get his notes." Sam explained.
Ava frowned. "Okay, but...why can't either of you do it?"
"Sam can't lie for shit, and I'd be honest about my problems." Raven supplied. "Nobody wants that. We need a normal person."
"Ah. Right." Ava adjusted her hold on the purse.
Sam turned to Raven. "I can be normal."
"You asked her if her mother died." Raven deadpanned.
Sam shrugged. "It's a legit question given the circumstances."
"Completely contradicting the information you were given this morning." Raven said. "Lawyered."
"That's not-"
"Lawyered."
"It-"
"Law. Yered."
"Stop it!"
"You stop it!"
==GMB==
Ava Wilson went in for a therapy session with Dr Waxler. Raven and Sam did rock paper scissors for who got to break in. Sam, predictably, lost. Raven cheered as she got to scale the building.
Sam leaned back on their borrowed car with a frustrated frown.
Raven climbed across the window. She spotted Ava, scurrying faster. She loved her job.
==GMB==
They made it back to the motel in one piece. Raven showed off the stolen goods. Ava dropped her purse on the bed.
"Are you okay?" Sam asked her.
"Am I okay?" Ava asked back.
"Yeah."
"I just helped you steal some dead guy's confidential psych files." She beamed. "I'm awesome!"
Raven and Sam chuckled.
Raven got out the tape recorder. She pressed play on the tape. She handed Sam one of the documents. Herself reading the other.
"It started a little over a year ago. Migraines, at first. Then I found I could do . . . stuff."
"What do you mean, do stuff?"
"I have this ability. When I touch something, I can electrocute it if I want."
It sent shivers down her back. Sam looked more upset than Raven. He walked over to the window. She paused the tape. He tapped the window, and Ava was panting. None of the symptoms of psychic powers were fun. They hurt. No wonder Raven could hardly sleep. Imagine being woken up almost every night to a mind searing pain. The pain's not even the worst part.
She could handle pain. She could even handle some punishment from Hell. Raven never coped well with other people's suffering.
Scott kept talking. Soon, he started describing Azazel.
"What else does the yellow-eyed man say?"
"He has plans for me. He says there's a war coming. That people like me, we're going to be the soldiers. Everything's about to change."
"He's not talking about us, right?" Ava asked.
"Yeah, I think he is." Sam replied.
"You know any other group of psychic kids, not including the x-men?" Raven sat herself down at the table. She read the therapist notes again, pretending to relax.
"But how can we turn into that?" Ava asked.
Sam sighed. He paused in his spot, but slowly crouched to sit beside Raven. "I don't-"
A bullet shattered the glass wall, and the window.
Raven jumped. She dragged Ava to the ground, blocking her from the bullets. She even covered her body just in case.
"Stay down!" Raven ordered.
"Oh my god!" Ava shrieked.
"Raven?" Sam called out.
Another two bullets came through. One tore the wall behind Sam. Another whizzed by Raven's head. She was gonna tear Gordon a new asshole.
"What's happening?" Ava called out.
"I don't know." Sam answered.
==GMB==
The shooting stopped after a minute. Raven got up first, storming off through the shattered window. She knew Gordon was long gone with Dean. It made her anger grow even more.
Azazel kept hurting innocent people. He dragged people like Scott and Ava into their fucked up shit. It's not fair to them. It's not fair. They had happy, good lives. Nobody should put up with the bullshit of pain, of watching others suffer, to be cursed to spread that pain to others.
And it gave fuck heads like Gordon bad ideas. The prince of hell made them feel entitled to kill Ava and Scott without hesitation. Made John Winchester think it was okay to tell Dean to kill his baby brother.
Fuck Gordon.
Raven ran to the other building. Sam joined, concerned but also confused.
The rooftop was empty. Bullet casings were scattered, that's about it. Drops of blood were there. Raven could use those. There are spells to torture and cause harm, the victim's blood helped that.
But that's not satisfying enough. Raven wanted to hurt him in a way that mattered. That proved him wrong, made him a hypocrite, made him wrong and forced to confront that.
Raven just wanted him to hurt.
"Wait, I don't understand. Shouldn't we be talking to the cops?" Ava asked.
".223 caliber. Subsonic grounds. He used a suppressor for his rifle." Raven reported.
"Girl, who are you?" Ava asked.
Raven snapped her head around to reveal her wide grin. "Better than a cop!"
"We just watch a lot of TJ Hooker." Sam quickly excused. He pulled out his phone.
"Who are you calling?" Ava asked.
"Our brother. I think we definitely need help." Sam said. He held the phone to his ear. "Dean!"
Raven shot up. The bullet casing stayed in her curled fist.
"Yeah. Look, we're in Indiana, uh Lafayette...You do?" Sam looked up at Raven. She looked out in the parking lot. "Yeah, I'm sorry. Look, right now there's someone after us...I don't know, that's what we need to find out. Where are you?" Sam started gesturing for her to come over.
Raven glared at the parking lot. The Impala sat nearby, with intent to abandon.
"Yeah. Sure." Sam tucked his phone away. "Raven. We need to go."
"Yes." She stretched out the 's'.
"What is it?" Ava asked.
"Dean's in trouble." Sam told his sister.
Raven lifted her chin. "Codeword?"
"Funkytown." Sam revealed.
Raven already started walking. Dean had the keys on him. Gordon wouldn't risk Sam having access to the arsenal. Dean hated the tampering of Baby. Granted, circumstances may allow forgiveness, but Raven wasn't in the mood.
"It means someone has a gun on him." Sam rambled. Ava just joined Raven. "Well, he thought of it. It's kind of a...long story-"
"Leaving without you, Sam!"
"I know the address!"
"She saw it in a vision!"
"I didn't see the address?" Ava tried.
Raven groaned. "Ava. Please. Work with me here."
==GMB==
The house was old and shitty. It's a miracle it still stood. A
"I don't think I should leave." Ava said.
"I want you out of harm's way, Ava." Sam assured her.
Ava "What about you?" Ava asked.
"Harm's way doesn't really bother us."
"No, but you are walking right into my vision. I mean, this is how you die." Ava pleaded.
"It's Dean." Raven replied. "We're getting him back."
"Maybe I could help!" Ava tried.
"You've done all you can. Just, just go back to your fiance." Sam asked.
Ava clearly wanted to see her fiance again, but protecting Sam and Raven mattered too. "Are you sure?"
"Ava. Please." Raven asked. "Go home. Be with him. If you have another vision, give us a call. Okay?"
"Yeah, right. Just-" She turned to her car, sighed, and turned back. "Promise to call when you can? I mean, when you get your brother, just to let me know that everything's all right."
"Promise." Raven held out her hand.
Ava squeezed.
==GMB==
The house was easy to scope. Laughably easy, in fact, because Gordon wanted it to be. He wanted them to take a specific path with no detours or delays. He allowed for no other entrance. He guarded the front, and left the back exposed.
Raven would've suspected an explosive even without Ava's warning. Gordon was a tricky son of a bitch.
She and Sam exchanged a glance. Ava's vision was likely. They were going to be blown up, unless they were smarter than Gordon. It's child's play.
They went to the back. The door was locked. Sam knelt down with a lockpick. Her skin started to itch from being so keyed up for a fight. Sam quietly opened the door.
Raven walked in first. Sam scrambled to follow. The first tripwire was obvious. Raven braced herself. The second was harder to see, amongst the new rubble and from Gordon's own nefariousness. She exchanged a look with Sam.
Sam's eyes widened when he saw it. The twins nodded.
Raven took off her shoes. She tossed them at the first tripwire. The grenade exploded, loudly.
They heard Dean's muffled cry.
Sam took off his boots to do the same. He triggered the second. Both used the loud explosion to find a hiding spot. Gordon and Dean were none the wiser.
A minute passed. Gordon snuck back, rifle at the ready. He spotted their smoldering shoes. He walked in to search.
"Drop the gun." Sam warned, loud enough for Raven and Dean to hear. The walls were already thin but the two grenades really took them out.
"Shouldn't take your shoes off around here. You might get tetanus." Gordon deadpanned.
"Put it down now!" Sam yelled.
"Just shoot him." Raven said. Dean visibly relaxed in his chair. Raven pulled out a knife, cutting his ropes. "Saves me the trouble of beating his ass."
"You wouldn't shoot me, would you, Sammy? Because your brother, he thinks you're some kind of saint." Gordon countered.
"Yeah? Well, I wouldn't be so sure." Sam warned
"See, that's what I said." Gordon said.
Raven pulled something from her pocket. When Gordon turned, ready to fight Sam, she fired it. Gordon tensed, swayed, and then hit the dirt. Sam and Dean turned to her. Raven held up the tranq gun, proud.
"It hurts too." Raven cheered. "Like a hangover. The worst hangover of his life."
Dean stood up. He shook off the ropes, untying the one of his mouth. He whirled around. "That son of a-"
Sam walked in. "Dean. No."
"I let him live once, I'm not making the same mistake twice." Dean snapped.
Raven tucked her tranq gun away. "We got Gordon." She grinned very wide. "We got him good."
Dean clenched his jaw.
"Come on." Sam grabbed his brother's coat. He dragged his brother behind them. Sam looked at Raven again. She nodded. She pulled out her real gun.
They began their escape. They made it outside. Before they got far, Gordon came out of the house in a scramble. Tranqs don't work right away, not like on TV. Other things, though, they hit really fast and come with much harsher penalties in jail. Raven usually kept a dose or two on hand for non-lethal type setups.
Gordon started firing. Raven whirled around, firing another shot. Gordon tucked in time to keep his shoulder.
"Come on! You call this 'taken care of'?" Dean yelled.
Sam and Dean made it to a ditch, ducking down. Raven slid in between them.
"What the hell are we doing?" Dean snapped.
Bullets continued to fly. Haphazardly aimed and directed. The drug was taking effect.
"Just trust us on this, all right?" Sam
"What did you give him?" Dean asked.
Raven chuckled. "The good stuff." She giggled. It'll make things so much funnier.
Three police cars arrived at last. The sirens blazed, the lights shone.
"Drop your weapons, get down on your knees!"
"Do it, now!"
"I gotta get them!" Gordon yelled, slurring his words. "I gotta- they gotta go!"
"Put your hands on your head. Easy now."
"They're killers!" Gordon screamed. "They're gonna kill all humans, they will!"
The cops were able to get Gordon on the ground. His weapons and car were raided. The cops tossed him in the back of a cop car.
"Anonymous tip." Sam said, grinning.
"You're fine upstanding citizens." Dean praised. He squeezed Sam's shoulder, reaching over to squeeze Raven too.
==GMB==
Dean settled back in the driver's seat. It took him eight checks to be sure Gordon did nothing to his baby.
He drove out of town before pulling aside. He dialed Ellen, walking out of the car to yell. He probably thought he was sparing the twins the sight of his rage. He was wrong.
"Yeah, he almost killed us all because somebody over there can't keep their friggin' mouth shut." Dean shouted. "Well, who else knows about Sam and Raven? Huh? I mean, you must have been talking to somebody."
Raven pulled out her phone. She tapped his shoulder. Sam saw was she was trying to do, and nodded.
She texted Ava if she was good for a call.
"Gordon said he had Roadhouse connections, Ellen!" Dean shouted. Ellen's reply was long, but it was the only thing they couldn't hear.
No reply from Ava.
Dean ended the call. He got back in the car, slamming the door. That meant the Winchesters were on their next road trip.
"Anything?" Sam asked.
"No." Raven stared at the phone.
"Everything all right?" Dean asked.
"Maybe." Raven tucked the phone away.
"Well, Gordon should be reaching for the soap for the next few years at least." Dean said to cheer her up.
It worked.
"Yeah. If they pin Scott Carey's murder on him. And if he doesn't bust out." Sam warned.
"Except all the drugs definitely will change how he's treated, where he ends up." Raven smiled so wide. "Our justice system is so broken."
Dean grinned. Then a thought seemed to cross his head, so he frowned and shook his head. "Dude, either of you ever take off like that again-"
"What? You'll kill us?" Sam replied.
Dean glowered. "That is so not funny."
"All right. All right. So where to next, then?" Sam asked.
"One word. Amsterdam." Dean offered.
Raven laughed. Sam was less amused. "Dean!"
"Come on, man, I hear the coffee shops don't even serve coffee." Dean
"Fine. You book the tickets." Raven taunted.
"There's a thing called a boat." Dean said.
Raven chuckled. "You barely survived a plane- you'll die on a boat."
"No I won't." Dean replied, very mature and like a grown-up.
"I'm not just gonna ditch the job." Sam argued.
"Screw the job. Screw it, man, I'm sick of the job anyway. I mean, we don't get paid, we don't get thanked. The only thing we get is bad luck." Dean said.
"Dean." Raven leaned over, perching her arms on the seats. "We're hunters. You're a hunter. It's what we were born to do."
"Oh, I wasn't born to do anything, I don't believe in that destiny crap." Dean scoffed.
"You mean you don't believe in our destiny." Sam nodded his head at Raven.
"Yeah, whatever."
"Look, Dean, I've tried running before. I mean, I ran all the way to California and look what happened. You can't run from this. And you can't protect me." Sam cautioned him.
Dean clenched his jaw harder. "I can try."
"Thanks for that." Sam admitted. "Look, Dean, I'm gonna keep hunting. I mean, whatever is coming, I'm taking it head-on; so if you really want to watch my back, then I guess you're gonna have to stick around."
"It's gonna take a lot more than hell to turn me into a monster." Raven added, just to assure everyone. "If I do, then that means Gordon was right. I can't allow that. It's an insult. So I'm gonna join this fight on the good side."
"Bitches."
"Jerks."
"Whores."
Raven pulled out her phone. No messages. "Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"How far is Peoria?" Raven asked.
Sam turned to Raven. "Ava?"
"Texting her again?" Dean grinned. "You like her, or something?"
"She's engaged, Dean." Sam chided.
"So?" Dean asked. "What's the point in saving the world if you can't get a little nookie once in a while, huh?"
"You're gross." Raven replied. "Seriously. Get to Peoria."
==GMB==
Her house was abandoned. The bed was covered in blood and sulfur. Her fiance was dead. Ava? Only her engagement ring remained.
She's off to fight now. It's up to Ava when she goes down. Raven personally hopes it takes a long time.
==GMB==
AN: Me: How am I going to be mad at a person with Randall Pearson's face?
*that one moment in the This Is Us season 4 finale*
Me: ...oh this'll be easy!
It's Morgan's birthday so I let her send Gordon to jail. This is for her, honestly. She should have a good time.
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