Hello hello! So basically I've always hated Gordon from the second he came onto the show to the second he was killed (good riddance), so I decided to write a quick AU scene about Sam walking in on him and Dean talking in their hotel room. He never got kidnapped by the vampires in this and instead just went to the bar to get away from Gordon, who his brother seemed to take a liking to. Enjoy!
And to scootersmom: Thank you so much for the comment! I'm really glad you're enjoying my writing and will definitely be making more in the future!
Dean and Gordon sit in the Winchester's motel room, discussing the details of their next hunt. The dim light casts shadows on the peeling wallpaper, giving the room an almost dreary atmosphere. Sam had expressed his concern for the newfound hunter earlier in the evening, a consideration Dean didn't take lightly but briefly brushed aside for the sake of the vampire nest.
"So, I've tracked the nest to an old farmhouse outside of town," Gordon says, spreading out a map on the table. His finger traces a route, the paper crinkling beneath his touch. "We hit them at dawn."
Dean nods and leans back in his chair, causing the wood to creak lightly. "Sounds like a plan."
Suddenly, the door scrapes open, and Sam stumbles in. His hazel eyes are glassy, and he's clearly drunk, swaying as he steps inside. The sickening smell of nothing but pure alcohol precedes him.
"Sam?" Dean's voice is dripping with concern and a little shock. This is not like his brother. At all. "Thought you were just going for a walk."
Sam blinks, trying to focus on his brother. "Yeah, well... needed something stronger," he slurs, stumbling forward. His steps are unsteady, and he nearly trips over the threshold.
Gordon raises an eyebrow, his expression a mix of curiosity and judgment. "You alright there, Sammy?" Of course, his tone is laced with mockery and contains no genuine concern.
Sam waves a hand dismissively, which only makes him more unstable. "I told you. He is the only one who gets to call me that," he snaps (with as much venom as a drunk person can muster), jabbing a thumb in Dean's direction. Suddenly, he hiccups, his balance wavering again.
Dean stands up, moving quickly to Sam's side to steady him, whose movements are exaggerated and beyond uncoordinated. He grabs onto Dean's arm with far more force than necessary, his grip slipping and leaving the elder to feel the clear desperation in his brother's hold.
"Come on, let's get you to bed."
But Sam resists, his eyes welling up with emotion. "Dean, I... I keep seeing things. Visions. And they're getting worse." His voice cracks, and he sways, almost losing his footing.
Gordon's eyes narrow with interest, but Dean shoots him a warning glare. "Sam, you're drunk. You don't know what you're talking about."
"No, Dean, listen!" Sam insists, his voice rising with urgency. "I see things... terrible things. People dying. And I can't stop it." He hiccups again, tears starting to form in his eyes, his face flushed with now both alcohol and distress.
Gordon's interest turns to suspicion, laced with a hint of condescension. "Visions? What the hell is he talking about?"
Dean forces a laugh, trying to play it off. "Sam's just a sloppy lightweight. Doesn't know what he's saying when he's like this." He tries to guide Sam towards the bed, but he pulls away, his face contorted with fear and frustration.
Sam isn't done. He stumbles again, gripping Dean's leather jacket so tight that it wrinkles beneath his fingers. "I see the future, Dean. And I'm scared. So damn scared. Terrified, even." His voice is desperate, his eyes pleading for understanding.
Gordon's gaze hardens as his distrust grows by the second. "Sounds like more than just drunken rambling to me." The tone is sharp, almost accusatory.
Suddenly, Dean feels his dwindling patience snap. "That's enough, Gordon. He's my brother, and he's drunk, and you know nothing about either of us, so back the hell off." His voice is low, filled with barely restrained anger as he steps in front of Sam to shield him from the hunter's view.
Gordon stands, clearly unamused. "Fine. But you better keep him in check, Dean. We don't need any liabilities on this hunt." His words are dripping with nothing short of disdain and... disgust?
Dean's eyes flash with rage as he spits at Gordon, "Oh, don't worry. I'll keep him in check. And you can keep your opinions to yourself." Behind him, Sam continues to cling onto his jacket, which is probably for the best considering the violent thoughts dancing around in his mind about the hunter.
Gordon's lips curl into a smug smile. "Just make sure he doesn't get us all killed." He turns to leave with a cold and dismissive demeanor.
Dean's posture tenses and his eyes burn with rage boiling over. "You know what, Gordon? How about you just get the hell out (before I kill your sorry ass)? We don't need your help." His voice is steady, but the anger is palpable.
Gordon's smile fades, replaced by a frigid glower. "Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you." And before the brothers can blink, he's out the door and gone into the darkness, much to Dean's relief.
Maybe Sam had been onto something about this bastard after all. If the kid can see visions of the future, who's to say he doesn't have a sixth sense toward intentions too?
As the door slams shut, Dean turns his full attention to Sam, who is now sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands.
"Sammy, what the hell were you thinking?" Dean mutters, his voice softer now but still filled with unease.
Sam gazes up, tears leaving small translucent streaks down his face. "I'm sorry, Dean. I didn't mean to mess things up. I just... I needed you to know what I'm going through." His voice is choked with emotion, his eyes red and puffy.
Dean's anger, whether it's directed solely at Gordon or his brother too, melts away, replaced by pure concern. He stands there for a moment, then takes a deep breath. "Come here."
Sam hesitates but then lifts up slowly, stumbling over to Dean, who pulls him into a tight, and somewhat unexpected, hug. "I've got you, Sammy. We'll figure this out, okay? You and me. But you can't just blurt this stuff out, especially not around guys like Gordon. They might hurt you."
Sam nods against Dean's shoulder as they sway lightly, his sobs quieting. "I'm scared, Dean. These visions... they're getting worse." His voice is now barely above a whisper, filled with fear and uncertainty.
Dean pulls back just enough to look Sam in the eye and tightens his grip on his firm shoulders. "I know, and we'll deal with it. But right now, you need to get some rest."
He helps Sam lie down slowly, pulling the thin motel covers over him. As he turns off the light, he sits on the edge of the bed and decides to keep a protective watch over his brother for the time being.
"I'm not going anywhere, Sam. I promise," Dean whispers, placing a reassuring and warm hand on his arm.
Sam allows his eyes to flutter shut, finally feeling a semblance of peace with the elder by his side. "Thanks, Dean."
Dean stays there, his hand never leaving Sam's forearm, a silent guardian in the night as always. No matter what visions or monsters they face, he knows they'll always have each other's backs.
As Sam's breathing evens out and he starts to drift off, Dean can't resist a final big-brotherly quip. "You know, Sammy, for a guy who can see the future, you sure suck at holding your liquor. Next time, maybe stick to water, huh?"
Sam, eyes half-closed, lets out a tired chuckle. "Yeah, yeah, Dean. Thanks."
Dean smirks, his voice relaxing. "Anytime, lightweight. Now get some sleep."
With that, Sam finally drifts off, comforted by the presence of his big brother, knowing that no matter how bad things get, he will always be there to look out for him.
Dean adjusts the blanket around Sam and sits back, his mind still racing with concern for his brother. "I've got you, Sammy," he whispers again, more to himself than to Sam.
Dean's eyes soften as he watches Sam sleep. He leans in and tucks the blanket more securely around his brother. "No matter what, I've always got you."
Sam stirs slightly, muttering something incoherent, and Dean smiles, his heart aching with a mix of worry and love. He knows the road ahead won't be easy, but he's ready to face it with Sam by his side.
"Sweet dreams, little brother," Dean murmurs. He sits vigil through the night, a steadfast protector, determined to keep the darkness at bay for as long as he can.