𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧

Chapter 134-Captured By The Psychopath

"Addison......Addison." Dean's voice rang in my ears, and I opened my eyes as I looked up to see Gordon pacing in front of me. I looked down and realized my hands were tied to the arms of a chair. Dean was in the same situation as me "oh, you son of a bitch. For your health, you better tell me that split lip is not because of you." Dean growled "sorry, Dean. She's a cute kid, but she had a gun pointed at me." Gordon said "that's my girl." Dean said with a smirk on his face as he looked over at me as I smiled at him.

Ring! Ring!

"Is that my phone?" Dean asked him "yeah, looks like it's Sammy. So, here's what's going to happen. You are going to answer the phone and lure him here." Gordon said "and why would I do that?" Dean asked him as Gordon walked over and stood between us. He pulled out his gun and pointed it at my head "because if you don't, I will have to kill your sister too." Gordon said "all right."
Dean growled as Gordon answered the phone and put it to Dean's ear.

"Hello?" Dean asked. (...) "Sam, we've been looking for you." (...) "I know." (...) "yeah, we talked to Ellen. Just got here ourselves. It's a real funky town." Dean said as my eyes darted to Dean's he was letting Sam know something was up. I felt relieved because at least Sam would be ready for something "you ditched us, Sammy." (...) "what? Who?" (..) "we're staying at, uh..." Dean said as he looked up at Gordon "5637 Monroe Street." Gordon whispered "5637 Monroe Street. Why don't you meet us here?" Dean said.

"Now, was that so hard." Gordon said "bite me." Dean snapped as Gordon walked over to a table with his back to us and started going through a bag "so, Gordy. I know we ain't exactly your favorite people, but don't you think this is a little extreme?" Dean asked him "what? You think this is revenge?" Gordon asked him "well, we did leave you tied up in your own mess for three days. Which was awesome. Sorry, I shouldn't laugh." Dean laughed "yeah. I was definitely planning on whoopin' your ass for that." Gordon said "mm-hmm." Dean muttered "but that's not what this is. This isn't personal. I'm not a killer, Dean. I'm a hunter. And your brother's fair game." Gordon said as he turned around and slammed a large knife into its sheath.

While Dean and I looked at each other shocked as Gordon clipped the knife to his belt and grabbed a shotgun off of the table. He walked over and leaned against a pillar, cradling the gun "see, I was doing an exorcism down in Louisiana. Teenage girl, seemed routine, some low-level demon. But between all the jabbering and the head-spinning, the damn thing muttered something...about a coming war. And I don't think it meant to. It just kind of slipped out. But it was too late. Piqued my interest. And you can really make a demon talk. You got the right tools." Gordon said "and what happened to the girl it was possessing?" Dean asked him "she didn't make it." Gordon said, straight-faced.

"Well, you're a son of a bitch." Dean said as Gordon walked over to Dean and backhanded him "that's my momma, you keep talking about." Gordon said as Dean chuckled "anyway. This demon tells me there are soldiers to fight in this coming war. Humans, fighting Hell's side. You believe that? I mean, they're psychics, so they're not exactly pure humans, but still. What kind of worthless scumbag have you got to be to turn against your own race?" Gordon asked him.

As Dean and I glared at him "but you know the biggest kick in the ass? This demon said I knew one of them. Our very own Sammy Winchester." Gordon said "oh, this is-this is a whole new level of moronic, even for you." Dean said "yeah? Come on, Dean. I know about Sam's visions. I know everything." Gordon said "really? Because a demon told you? Yeah, and it wasn't lying." Dean scoffed "hey, Dean. I'm not some reckless yahoo, okay? I did my homework. Made damn sure it was true. Look, you've got your Roadhouse connections. I got mine. It's how I found Sammy in the first place. About a month ago, I found another one of these freaks here in town, Scott Carey. He could deep-fry a person just by touching them." Gordon said.