Everything's Okay {Sam Winchester's Daughter}

Chapter 31-Gunshots

   A loud bang wakens me from my sleep. I groan as the door opens, light spilling into the room. A tall figure stands in the shadows and for a second I assume it's Sam or Dean, but squinting my eyes, I find that it's none other than Gordon. Probably here to kill me.

   He points a gun at me and my eyes widen, adrenaline making me wide awake.

   "Gordon, please." I say, my voice shaking.

   "Adios, little goddess." He says, pulling the trigger.

   I brace for impact, but it never came. I look up, seeing Gordon frozen in place, the bullet slowly traveling through the air. Confusion covers my face as a gust of wind blows so heavily, the bullet falls to the ground.

   Time resumes it's normal speed, giving me little time to be confused as Gordon looks at me astounded. I stand up and quickly go to grab his gun while he's distracted. We struggle, but I eventually have the gun in my hand. I use the butt of it to knock him in the head and he falls to the ground, unconscious. I slightly panic at the large man on my bedroom floor.

   What if he wakes up?

   Quickly, I remember my go bag. I rush to my closet and grab the duct tape, making my way back to Gordon. I swiftly hog-tie him and then make my way out of the room, gun still in my hand.

   A gunshot went off before he got into my room. Someone could be hurt.

   I turn the corner, bracing for the worst. I see nothing but an empty kitchen. Quietly, gun raised, I make my way to the library. Hastily, I turn the corner, only to be met with Dean and his raised gun. Both of us let out a sigh of release once we see each other unharmed. He brings me into a quick and protective hug.

   "Gordon got out." He says, still on edge.

   "I know. He's in my room. Is everyone okay? I heard a gunshot." I ask, looking around the room. My eyes widen in fear when I see Sam laying on the floor, soft groans falling from his lips. Blood starts to pool around him.

   "What do you mean he's in your room!?" I look at him incredulously.

   "I hog-tied him, and what the hell?" I screech, running towards him.

   "Hey, Mads." Sam laughs lightly as if he isn't bleeding on the ground.

   "Hey, dad. I-I'm gonna fix this. I promise." I stutter, putting pressure on his wound. He groans as I do so.

   "Maddie, it's too late. I've lost too much blood." He grabs my hands comfortingly. Tears pool in my eyes before spilling out.

   "Fuck you, dad. You are not giving up on me right now." My voice cracks as I push his hands away. Dean soon arrives back with a first aid kit.

   I quickly get to work, lifting up his shirt to see the bullet hole in his abdomen. Sam's eyes slowly shut as I dig a pair of tweezers into his wound. I attempt to dig out the bullet without causing more damage, but once the bullet comes out, blood starts gushing even more.

   "Dean!" I cry. I take Sam's face in my bloody hands. "Dad, please. Please stay awake." I whisper.

   "What happened?" Dean asks, crouching down beside me.

   "I-I don't know. I took the bullet out and the bleeding just got worse. I don't know what to do!" By now, tears are streaming down my face. "He won't wake up."

   "M-Maddie." Sam coughs out, a gasp leaving my lips.

   "Daddy, please. I'm gonna fix you, I swear." I sniffle as he grabs my hands again, engulfing my small ones with his large ones.

   "Mads, I'm-I'm too far gone." He stumbles, barely strong enough to even talk.

   "No, no you're not. Don't say that." I beg. He shakes his head. I cry softly as I lay my head on his chest, listening to his fading heartbeat and breaths.

   Slowly, but surely, it fades completely. I let out a loud cry as I can no longer hear his heartbeat.

   "No!" I weep, sitting up. Dean looks up at me, tears rolling down his cheeks. "Please, don't die on me!"

   I start doing CPR, but it's no use. I attempt to press on his wound again, but it doesn't seem to be working, either. That is, until my hands start glowing a soft yellow light. My confusion and panic makes the light grow brighter and brighter until finally, Sam's wound is healed.

   Sam's eyes snap open and he takes in a deep breath, gasping for air. My eyes widen and my hands stop glowing.

   "Dad!" I cling desperately to Sam, as if he was just a figment of my imagination and if I let him go, he'll disappear. He hugs me back for a while before we pull away.

   "How did- I don't know how-"

   "It's okay." Sam interrupts. "We don't have to worry about it right now." He smiles. I nod and tilt my head in confusion as Sam's eyes widen with alarm.

   The last thing I hear is another gunshot. There's a stinging sensation in my stomach, much like what my leg feels like.

   I've been shot...again.

   Everything feels like slow motion as the blood pumps in my ears. I can't hear anything, i'm on the floor. Sam is saying something to me, but I can't figure it out. The last thing I see before everything goes dark is Dean unloading a clip into Gordon's chest.