Everything's Okay {Sam Winchester's Daughter}

Chapter 30-Gordon

   "You get the last one?" I ask, chest heaving as Dean walks out of the vintage, smelly, abandoned building. He nods, reaching Sam and I.

   "Okay, guess it's time to go back to the motel and shower up." Sam says. I nod in agreement and turn around, reaching to open the Impala door.

   Suddenly, there's a loud noise-a gunshot. Soon, there's a sharp pain in my leg and I cry out, alarming the boys. I look down towards my bleeding leg, grabbing onto Sam as he rushes towards me, Dean pulling out his gun. Loud thunder cracks above us.

   "What the fuck! What the hell!" I scream, panicking. "Fuck! Who just shot me!?"

   I look towards Dean, who's firing at the top of a building, where a man is running away. I squeeze Sam's hand as Dean goes running after him. Tears stream down my face as I struggle to breathe from the pain.

   Sam sits me down on the hood of the car and opens the trunk. I grab my bleeding leg, the wind slowly starting to pick up and the thunder becoming more frequent as the dark clouds begin to roll in.

   Sam runs back towards me, med kit in hand. He pulls out tweezers, grabbing my hands and moving them out of the way. He grabs a flashlight, the dark air impairing his vision.

   I shout as he digs the tweezers into my leg, attempting to pull the bullet out. My chest heaves up and down as I begin to get light headed.

   "Mads, listen to me, you need to calm down." He says soothingly as he glances at the dark clouds.

   "It hurts so bad." I say through gritted teeth as he finally pulls the bullet out.

   As he wraps up my leg, Dean comes back with an unconscious man over his shoulder. He opens the trunk and dumps him in, locking him in the trunk. He walks over to us.

   "You good?" He asks.

   "I got shot in the thigh, no I'm not good!" I shout.

   "Who is he?" Sam asks, helping me down from the hood.

   "Gordon." Dean sighs. Sam's eyes widen with shock and fury.

   "Why would he do that?" He says angrily.

   "That's what we're going to find out."

   "Umm.... can someone please explain who Gordon is and how we know him?" I intrude.

   "He's a hunter."

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   Back in the bunker, I'm back on crutches as Sam and Dean interrogate Gordon in their holding room. I watch from the back of the room, in the shadows.

   "Why'd you do it, Gordon?" Dean starts. Gordon chuckles darkly, a chill running through my spine.

   "Sorry 'bout the leg, sweetheart. I was aiming for the head." He sneers, attempting to turn and look back at me in his seat. Sam immediately swings at him, Gordon's head turning back towards the older Winchester's from the impact.

   "Why'd you try to kill my daughter!?" Sam shouts, already having enough of his bullshit. Gordon smiles through the blood running down his face.

   "Can't you see it? She's a monster!" My heart drops.

   He knows.

   "How do you know about that?" I ask, limping towards the other side of the room.

   "Hunter ABP. You'll be dead by next month, baby. If it ain't me, it'll be someone else. Just wait."

   "But I'm not dangerous! I would never hurt anybody." I say, frustrated tears pricking my eyes. Sam and Dean pull me into the hallway.

   "I'm scared." I breathe out, Sam's eyes softening. He brings me into a hug and tries his best to comfort me.

   "Why don't you get some rest?" He asks. I nod as I pull away. I grab my crutches and make my way into my room.

   With a sigh, I place my crutches down and change into a hoodie and shorts. Finally, I get into bed, and attempt to sleep, though it was difficult knowing there was a hunter in the other room who wants to murder me in my sleep.