A Burdened Family

Chapter 13

"Leave it to Sam to pick a room in the Blue Rose Motel." I remarked as Dean and I pulled into the parking lot. Dean had been absolutely unbearable with Sam missing, so I made it a point to be even more hilarious than usual.

Dean didn't even look at me. He just shook his head as we surveyed the windows of the motel rooms from the car. Sam's familiar brown jacket was what caught his eye though, and he quickly directed my attention to the open window.

"Thank god he's okay." Dean mumbled to himself as Sam turned to look out the window of his room. He stepped away to reveal a cute brunette behind him. "Oh he's better than okay. Sam, you sly dog."

"At least he's moving on." I added. "The way he was after Jess, that was really bad."

"I'm still just glad he's okay." Dean said again, a faint smile on his face. 

Of course, Dean jinxed it. Because just then a bullet fired through the window of the room we had just seen Sam in. 

"Get your head down." Dean instructed. He hunched his shoulders low as he parked the car quickly with one hand. The other hand applied pressure to the back of my head, keeping my forehead to my knees. "You okay?"

"Peachy." I snapped back. 

"Oh, shut up." Dean smacked my head, before running out of the car towards the building where the bullets came from. I followed him up a ridiculously long ladder to find Gordon, the unbearable hunter who we met shortly before I dipped and first encountered Alec and Marcus. 

"You, fucker!" I shouted at the sight of the man as Dean kicked his gun away. Dean beat the shit out of him. Part of me wanted to join, but the other part really liked the new shade of red I had just painted my nails. I let Dean handle the beating. I just threw in a hard kick every here and there.

"You do that to my brother, I'll kill you." Dean threatened the man.

"Dean, wait-" Gordon tried to plead with him, but Dean continued. Well, he continued for a few more punches until Gordon knocked him off with the butt of his gun. A few good hits and Dean was out.

"Hey, Gordon." I caught his attention again as I stepped in. "Remember me?"

"How could I forget?"

"Thank you!" I squealed mockingly. "How sweet of you to say."

Of course, at that point Gordon threw the first punch. I ducked the contact and rolled away as his knee came up. The dumb shit was all about offense and no defense, so I quickly gained the upper hand. Unfortunately, I forgot the ladder was there, so I tripped over the bolts that held it to the roof and ended up falling.

I didn't pass out, but it hurt like hell and my ears were ringing. The last thing I remember is Gordon climbing down the ladder with Dean hanging over his shoulders. He shoved him into the back seat of a car before walking back towards me. He glared at me before sending a hard kick to the side of my head.

That's when I passed out.

***

I was rudely woken up by Dean's obnoxious ringtone. Whatever chair Gordon had decided to tie me to was ridiculously uncomfortable. I had a nasty crick in my neck  and my back was stiff as hell.

"Christ and all of his disciples, Dean." I groaned and rolled my head back as Gordon retrieved Dean's phone from his back pocket. "Why haven't you changed that fucking ringtone."

"We're tied up in a warehouse." Dean snapped at me. "You wanna discuss my ringtone?"

"Yeah, and you apparently want to make a phone call."