Gordon returned to the room, sitting down at his chair again as Dean shook his head. "Come on, man. I know Sam, okay, better than anyone. He's got more of a conscience than I do, I mean, the guy feels guilty surfing the Internet for porn."

"Maybe you're right. But one day he's going to be a monster. And, while I would love to see you truly witness the death of your brother rather than hear it, I have a feeling it'll be harder for you to watch her die." Gordon pointed to Jenny, who glared at Gordon.

"Eat shit and live, Ramsey." She spat, Gordon laughing.

"You don't know that they'd become monsters. You don't know that!" Dean yelled.

"I'm surprised at you, Dean. Getting all emotional. I'd heard you were more of a professional than this. Look, let's say you were 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. But you knew what he was going to turn into someday. You'd take him out, no questions, am I right?" Gordon asked as Jenny scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"That's not Sam." Dean uttered, clenching his jaw in anguish.

"Yes. It is. You just can't see it yet. Dean, it's his destiny. It's her destiny to become beasts. Look, I'm sympathetic. He's your brother, she's your girlfriend. You love them. This has got to hurt like hell for you." Gordon reached into his bag, pulling out two scarfs. He tied one around Jenny's mouth as she tried to rip free from his grasp, then did the same to Dean. "But here's the thing. It would wreck him. But your dad? If it really came right down to it, he would have had the stones to do the right thing here. But you're telling me you're not the man he is?"

Dean glared furiously at Gordon, knowing that if he could answer, it would be a mouthful of hateful, sinful curses.

Gordon turned to Jenny, then back to Dean. "I'm really going to love blowing her brain out of her skull when Little Sammy dies. Two birds. One stone."

A door clicked, Jenny and Dean looking around wildly. She went to yell for Sam not to enter through the gag, Gordon covering her mouth. "Shhh. You'll be next." Soft footsteps echoed in the cabin, and Gordon grinned. "Here he comes."

Jenny flinched as the first grenade went off, tears quickly starting to roll up into her eyes. "Hold on. Not yet. Just wait and see." Gordon grinned, stepping back.

Jenny yelled, choke-sobbing through the gag as the second grenade went off, fighting through her restraints. Dean had been doing the same, shaking his head as Gordon cocked his shotgun, aiming it at Jenny.

Dean's muffled 'no's' only became louder as Gordon put his finger to the trigger, a horrifying look in his eyes. "You know, Jen... With all these stories I've heard of you being this badass Hunter, you sure are a pussy when it comes to yourself and the boys."

Jenny shut her eyes tightly, preparing for her death before another gun cocked. Her eyes shot open to see Sam aiming his gun at Gordon.

"Drop it!" He hollered, Gordon smirking. He looked down at Sam's bare feet.

"Shouldn't take your shoes off around here. You might get tetanus."

"Put it down now!" Sam shouted, threatening Gordon with the gun. Gordon turned the rifle away, slowly lowering it.

"You wouldn't shoot me, would you, Sammy? Because your brother, and Jenny... they think you're some kind of saint."

"Yeah? Well, I wouldn't be so sure." Sam stepped closer as Gordon did, Dean and Jenny watching helplessly from their seats.

"See, that's what I said." Gordon laughed, lunging for Sam. He knocked the gun out of the young Winchesters hands, attacking him methodically until Sam went down. Jenny and Dean once again struggled against their roles, unable to free themselves.

Gordon pulled out a knife, stepping over Sam.
"You're no better than the filthy things you hunt." As Gordon raised his knife, Sam lashed out, knocking the man off his feet. He grabbed his rifle, aiming it at Gordon. "Do it. Do it! Show them the killer you really are, Sammy!" Gordon yelled. For a moment, Sam hesitated, looking to Dean and Jenny, watching him carefully.

Sam turned back to Gordon, slamming the butt of the rifle onto his head, knocking the man out.

"It's Sam." After making sure that Gordon was out, he rushed over to Dean, untying his ropes. The two stood for a moment, cataloguing one another's injuries before Dean ran over to Jenny, helping her get free.

Dean untied the gag around Jenny's mouth as she stood, embracing her into a tight hug. She did her best to stop the tears, opening her eyes to see Sam give her a half-hearted smile.

She hugged the younger Winchester for a moment before slapping him. "Never do that again!" She yelled, Sam nodding quickly before Jenny hugged him again.

Dean turned to Gordon, stalking towards him. Sam jumped in front of the man that had nearly killed both him and Jenny, shaking his head.

"I let him live once. I'm not making the same mistake twice!" Dean yelled, Jenny dragging him away.

"Dean, it's not worth it. Gordon is taken care of, let's just go before he wakes up." Jenny rested her hand on his chest, the other on his shoulder as she kept pushing him towards the front door.

Dean held his deathly glare at the unconscious man, walking out.

———

Sam, Dean and Jenny walked down the stairs and Towards the Impala — Jenny assuming that Sam found it at the motel and drove it here — all three of them ready to get the hell out of this town and to a place with an actual bed.

Gordon suddenly emerged from the cabin, two guns in hand and opened fire at them. Jenny bolted to a nearby ditch, practically leaving Sam and Dean to fend for themselves as they all dove for cover.

"You call this taken care of?!" Dean yelled, ducking as Gordon continued shooting.

"Now isn't the time to argue, Dean!" Jenny snapped, yanking her knife that she had won back, staring Gordon down. Sam grabbed her arm, Dean and Jenny looking at him in confusion.

"Sam what are you—"

"Just trust me in this, alright?" Sam asked as red and blue lights started flashing, police sirens echoing through the woods. Gordon froze, turning to the squad car as two cops jumped out, aiming their guns at Gordon.

"Drop your weapons!" The first cop yelled, Gordon turning to the three hunters, glaring.

"Drop them!" The second one repeated. Gordon dropped his guns, raising his hands joy in defeat. "Put your hands on your head. Easy now."

The cop cuffed Gordon and patted him down, proceeding to lead him to the squad car. The first cop opened the back door of Gordon's car and pulled out the weapons rack.

"Anonymous tip." Sam scoffed, the three still hiding in the ditch. Dean patted Sam's shoulder.

"You're a fine upstanding citizen, Sammy."

———

Dean was driving down the backroads, Jenny sitting in the back against her dragon, playing Tetris as Sam was calling the Ava girl. "Hey, Ava, it's Sam. Again. Um, call me when you get this, just want to make sure you got home okay. All right. Bye."

"Everything all right?" Dean asked, Jenny glancing the two two for a moment before returning to her game.

"Yeah, I hope so." Sam mumbled, a grin appearing on Dean's face.

"Well, Gordon should be reaching for the soap for the next few years at least." He chuckled, Jenny joining in.

"Yeah. If they pin Scott Carey's murder on him. And if he doesn't bust out." Sam grumbled, staring down at his phone with worry.

There was  short moment of silence, Dean turning to his brother. "Dude, you ever take off like that again—"

"What? You'll kill me?" Sam cracked a smile, a smile Dean didn't reciprocate.

"That is so not funny." Dean deadpanned, Jenny chuckling quietly from the back. "Stop laughing!" Jenny let out a snort, covering her mouth as Sam laughed.

"All right. All right. So where to next, then?" Sam asked, turning back to his brother as Jenny sat up.

"One word: Amsterdam." Dean brought his hand out, swiping it with a grin.

"Dean!" Sam snapped, Jenny frowning.

"Come on, man, I hear the coffeeshops don't even serve coffee." Dean exclaimed as Sam scoffed, hurt.

"I'm not just gonna ditch the job."

"Screw the job! Screw it, man, I'm sick of the job anyway. I mean, we don't get paid, we don't get thanked. The only thing we get's bad luck." Dean complained as Jenny leaned forward.

"We also just nearly died, Sam. From another Hunter. I've been sick of this job since way before you left for Stanford." Jenny said as Sam turned to her.

"Well, come on, guys, you're hunters. I mean, it's what you were meant to do." He frowned in confusion, unsure of how two people who were so hellbent on saving people suddenly wanting to stop.

"Ah, I wasn't meant to do anything, I don't believe in that destiny crap... Sort of." Dean glanced to Jenny in the rear view mirror, who was looking ahead to the road

"You mean you don't believe in my destiny." Sam corrected. Dean rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, whatever."

"Look, Dean, I've tried running before. I mean, I ran all the way to California and look what happened. You can't run from this. And you can't protect me." Dean looked to his brother, then to Jenny, who had fallen quiet.

"I can try." Dean said, clenching his jaw for a moment.

"Thanks for that..." Sam answered quietly, his brother nodding. "Look, Dean, I'm gonna keep hunting. I mean, whatever is coming, I'm taking it head-on, so if you two really want to watch my back, then I guess you're gonna have to stick around."

"Bitch." The two spoke in unison, Sam chuckling

"Jerks." The three grinned, Jenny resting her head on the back of the front seat, watching as Sam picked up his phone again.

"You know, Samurai, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're obsessed with this Ava girl." Jenny poked Sam with a cheeky smile, and he frowned, shaking his head.

"She's engaged, Buggy—" Sam paused, realizing the nickname he hadn't used in such a long time, shocking both Jenny and Dean.

"How adorable." Dean joked, Sam clearing his throat awkwardly. Sam looked down at his phone when it continued to ring, scowling in thought. "What?"

"Just a feeling. How far is it to Peoria?"

———

Jenny picked the lock to Ava's house, slowly opening the door. It freaked loudly, clicking her flashlight on. Turning around, she whistled to Sam and Dean, who had been keeping watch. The three entered the house, guns and flashlights ready.

A sickening feeling waved over Jenny, turning to the corridor as a strong metallic smell hit her nose. "You guys smell the blood, right?" Sam and Dean looked at one another, confused.

"Hello? Is anybody home?" Sam called out, the three slowly going down the hallway.

Jenny entered the bedroom first, eyes widening as she saw Ava's fiancée, dead, face-up on the bed; his shirt and the sheets are soaked in blood.

"Oh boy." She whispered, moving out of the way for Sam and Dean. Sam gasped, a horrified expression crossing his face.

"Oh my god."

Jenny looked to the open window and walked towards it, running her finger along the windowsill. She turned to Sam and Dean, raising her fingers that held the powdery substance.

"Hey." The brothers turned to her. "Sulfur. The demon was here." Sam continued to look around, spotting something shining on the floor. "And if he was, I think he took something special with him."

Sam stood back up, Jenny looking at his hands to notice he was holding an engagement ring. Ava's engagement ring.

"Yeah. That sounds pretty special."