Life As A Winchester Sister: Season 2

Hunted Pt 3

Gordon comes back in after setting the trap. He takes a seat next to Dean, as if he is waiting too. I don't even look at him. 

 "Look, man, I know Sam better than anyone... he's got more of a conscience than I do," Dean explained. "I mean, the guy feels guilty surfing the internet for porn." 

"Maybe you're right, but one day... he's gonna be a monster," Gordon states.

 "No, he's not," I argue, looking at him now. "Sam will never be like the others... he won't." Tears run down my cheeks. 

"How's a guy like Sam become a monster?" Dean questioned, taking a quick glance at me. 

"It beats me, but he will," Gordon says. 

"No, you don't know that!" Dean shouts. I can tell he's getting upset too.

"You know, Cheyenne getting upset makes sense, but you getting emotional surprises me," Gordon admits. "I had heard you were more professional than this." Dean chuckles. "Hey, let's say you're 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." I was confused of what he was talking about.  "But you know what he was gonna turn into someday... you'd take him out, no questions, am I right?"

"That's not Sam," Dean argued. 

"Yes, it is." Gordon states. "You just can't see it yet." 

I stay silent, too afraid I'll start panicking. But I glare at Gordon.

 "Look, I'm sympathetic," He tells us. "He's your brother, you love the guy... this has got to hurt like hell for you two." 

"Do not... act like you care," I argue, holding back more tears. "Don't"

"But here's the thing," Gordon again ignores me. He grabs some cloth. He comes around Dean, putting a gag in his mouth. My eyes widen. I wiggle in my ropes as he comes around the back of me, doing the same thing. If I wasn't panicking yet... I was for sure doing it now. "It would've wrecked him, but your dad, if it really came down to it, he would have had the stones to do the right thing here." I try to breath with the gag, but it's difficult. "So, you're telling me you're not the man he is." Gordon stands and walks away.

 I look at Dean, pure fear and panic in my eyes. I'm worried about Sam, and us, and now, I'm gagged and can't talk. I feel myself starting to breath fast. 

Dean looks at me. He can't talk either, but he tells me to calm with his eyes. I do, a little. 

A few minutes later, we hear a clicking sound. Sam is here, picking a lock. I start to panic again. 

"You hear him?" Gordon asks. "Here he comes." 

I say a prayer, hoping that Sam is smart enough to see the trap set for him. Tears pour down my cheeks and I look down at my lap. Suddenly, an explosion goes off behind us. Where Sam was getting in. I let out a sob into my gag, tears run down my cheeks. I feel my chest tighten at the fear that Sam might me hurt... or worse. I hear Dean scream, muffled. 

"Hold on, not yet," Gordon says. "Let's wait and see." 

 The second trap wire is set off, another explosion. I sob harder and breath quicker. I can't handle it... the thought of Sam being killed. 

"Sorry, Dean, Cheyenne," Gordon says, heading back. To see if Sam was killed.

I continue to sob. I knew that most likely... Sam was gone. I couldn't breath at all. My eyes blurred with tears and I couldn't see Dean. I knew he was upset too. There was silence.