² Deception - Dean Winchester

Twenty-Seven

Gordon returned to the room, sitting down at his chair again as Dean shook his head. "Come on, man. I know Sam, okay, better than anyone. He's got more of a conscience than I do, I mean, the guy feels guilty surfing the Internet for porn."

"Maybe you're right. But one day he's going to be a monster. And, while I would love to see you truly witness the death of your brother rather than hear it, I have a feeling it'll be harder for you to watch her die." Gordon pointed to Jenny, who glared at Gordon.

"Eat shit and live, Ramsey." She spat, Gordon laughing.

"You don't know that they'd become monsters. You don't know that!" Dean yelled.

"I'm surprised at you, Dean. Getting all emotional. I'd heard you were more of a professional than this. Look, let's say you were cruising around in that car of yours and, uh, you had little Hitler riding shotgun, right? Back when he was just some goofy, crappy artist. But you knew what he was going to turn into someday. You'd take him out, no questions, am I right?" Gordon asked as Jenny scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"That's not Sam." Dean uttered, clenching his jaw in anguish.

"Yes. It is. You just can't see it yet. Dean, it's his destiny. It's her destiny to become beasts. Look, I'm sympathetic. He's your brother, she's your girlfriend. You love them. This has got to hurt like hell for you." Gordon reached into his bag, pulling out two scarfs. He tied one around Jenny's mouth as she tried to rip free from his grasp, then did the same to Dean. "But here's the thing. It would wreck him. But your dad? If it really came right down to it, he would have had the stones to do the right thing here. But you're telling me you're not the man he is?"

Dean glared furiously at Gordon, knowing that if he could answer, it would be a mouthful of hateful, sinful curses.

Gordon turned to Jenny, then back to Dean. "I'm really going to love blowing her brain out of her skull when Little Sammy dies. Two birds. One stone."

A door clicked, Jenny and Dean looking around wildly. She went to yell for Sam not to enter through the gag, Gordon covering her mouth. "Shhh. You'll be next." Soft footsteps echoed in the cabin, and Gordon grinned. "Here he comes."

Jenny flinched as the first grenade went off, tears quickly starting to roll up into her eyes. "Hold on. Not yet. Just wait and see." Gordon grinned, stepping back.

Jenny yelled, choke-sobbing through the gag as the second grenade went off, fighting through her restraints. Dean had been doing the same, shaking his head as Gordon cocked his shotgun, aiming it at Jenny.

Dean's muffled 'no's' only became louder as Gordon put his finger to the trigger, a horrifying look in his eyes. "You know, Jen... With all these stories I've heard of you being this badass Hunter, you sure are a pussy when it comes to yourself and the boys."

Jenny shut her eyes tightly, preparing for her death before another gun cocked. Her eyes shot open to see Sam aiming his gun at Gordon.

"Drop it!" He hollered, Gordon smirking. He looked down at Sam's bare feet.

"Shouldn't take your shoes off around here. You might get tetanus."

"Put it down now!" Sam shouted, threatening Gordon with the gun. Gordon turned the rifle away, slowly lowering it.

"You wouldn't shoot me, would you, Sammy? Because your brother, and Jenny... they think you're some kind of saint."

"Yeah? Well, I wouldn't be so sure." Sam stepped closer as Gordon did, Dean and Jenny watching helplessly from their seats.

"See, that's what I said." Gordon laughed, lunging for Sam. He knocked the gun out of the young Winchesters hands, attacking him methodically until Sam went down. Jenny and Dean once again struggled against their roles, unable to free themselves.