A Burdened Family

Chapter 14

"Come on, man." Dean had moved on to bargaining after Gordon refused to be swayed from his belief that Sam would turn out to be a killer. "I know Sam, okay, better than anyone. He's got more of a conscience than I do. I mean, he feels guilty surfing the internet for porn."

"Maybe." Gordon sat down beside Dean. I was still lying on the fucking floor. "But one day, he's gonna be a monster."

"How?" Dean questioned. "How does a guy like Sam become a monster?"

"Yeah, Sam's too nice to be a monster." I agreed from my place on the ground. "Speaking of nice, if I promise to be slightly nicer, will you set my chair upright? I'm getting a headache."

Gordon rolled his eyes, but complied. 

"Honestly, it beats me, but he will." Gordon answered Dean's question.

"No, you don't know that!" Dean had officially lot his patience. His voice came out in sharp yells, the same tone he used when he ordered Sam and I around on hunts.

Gordon looked unphased.

"I'm surprised at you, Dean." He sighed. "Getting all emotional, come on man, that's your sister's job. But you.. you're supposed to be more professional than this."

"I resent that." I glared at Gordon. "And after you fail to kill my brother, I'm gonna make you eat those words."

"Whatever, bitch." Gordon scoffed. "Let's say one day you're cruising around in that car of yours, and you had little Hitler riding shotgun, right? Back when he was just some goofy, crappy artist. But you knew what he was gonna turn into someday. You'd take him out. No questions, right?"

"Sam isn't Hitler." I glared at Gordon. 

"You're right, he's worse." Gordon added. "Hitler wanted to kill a large portion of the human race. Sam's gonna help demons destroy the world."

"That's not true." Dean shook his head. "That's not Sam."

"Yes, it is. You just can't see it yet." Gordon sounded annoyed at our insistence that Sam wouldn't be a killer. As if he couldn't believe we were unwilling to turn on our own brother. "It's his destiny. Why don't you get that?"

Neither Dean nor I answered. I didn't know what to say anymore. Nothing was helping.

"Look, I'm sympathetic." Gordon broke the silence. "He's your brother. You love the guy. This has got to hurt like hell for you, but here's the thing. It would have wrecked him, but your dad, if it really came down to it, he would have had the stones to do the right thing here. You're telling me you're not the man he is?"

"First off, I'm a woman. And second, our dad's dead, so you should refer to him in the past tense." I snapped at Gordon before he shoved a gag into my mouth. Dean shouted in protest, but Gordon quickly gagged him as well.

A faint clicking sound came just a few moments later.

"You hear him?" Gordon whispered to us, despite the fact that we couldn't answer. I closed my eyes and prayed to whoever the hell was listening. "Here he comes."

I'm not sure what was worse. 

The sound of the explosion, or Dean's muffled scream.

Then came the second explosion. I felt tears well up beneath my closed eyelids and I squeezed them even more tightly. 

"Sorry, guys." Gordon mumbled. He took his gun and walked off in the direction of the explosion. 

As Gordon disappeared through a doorway, both Dean and I turned as best we could to follow him with our eyes. A series of crashes sounded from the direction Gordon had come from, and I felt hope swell in my chest.