*(y/n)'s POV*

Ava, Sam and I go up to the roof of the building across from the motel. We came up cause if Sam and I were correct this would be where the shooter was but whoever the person was they are long gone.

"Wait, I don't understand. Shouldn't we be talking to the cops?" Ava asked us. "Trust me, that wouldn't do us much good." I said as Sam picks up a bullet shell. "These are .223 caliber. Subsonic rounds. The guy must have put a suppressor on the rifle." Sam said as he hands the shell to me.

"Dude, who are you?" Ava asked him. "Oh. I just, uh, I just watch a lot of TJ Hooker." Sam said and he pulls out his cell phone. "Who are you calling?" Ava asked. "My brother. I think we definitely need help." Sam replied.

*3rd Person POV*

"Hello?" Dean replied as Gordon holds the phone up to his ear since Dean was tied up in a chair. "Dean!" Sam said. "Sam, I've been looking for you and (y/n)." Dean said. "Yeah. Look, we're in Indiana, uh Lafayette." Sam said.

"I know." Dean said and Sam looks confused. "You do?" He asked. "Yeah, I talked to Ellen. Just got here myself. It's a real funky town. You and (y/n) ditched me, Sammy." Dean said. "Yeah, I'm sorry. Look, right now there's someone after us." Sam said.

"What? Who?" Dean asked. "I don't know, that's what we need to find out. Where are you?" Sam asked. "I'm staying at, uh, 5637 Monroe St. Why don't you and (y/n) meet me here?" Dean said and Sam nods. "Yeah. Sure." Sam said and he hangs up.

"Now, was that so hard?" Gordon asked Dean as he puts away the phone. "Bite me." Dean growls.

*(y/n)'s POV*

Sam puts his phone away but he looked worried. "What is it?" I asked him. "Dean's in trouble." Sam said and my eyes widen. "What?" Ava exclaimed. "He gave me a codeword. Someone's got a gun on him." Sam said

"Codeword?" Ava said, confused. "Yeah. Funkytown." Sam said and Ava gives him a confused look. "Well, he thought of it. It's kind of a...long story. I...come on." Sam said and the three of us started running

*3rd Person POV*

Gordon has his back to Dean as he opens a canvas bag and starts pulling out weapons. "So Gordy. I know me, Sam and (y/n) ain't exactly your favorite people, but don't you think this is a little extreme?" Dean asked him.

"What, you think this is revenge?" Gordon asked him. "Well, we did leave you tied up in your own mess for three days." Dean said before he laughs then he looks back at Gordon. "Which was awesome. Sorry, I shouldn't laugh." He said.

"Yeah. I was definitely planning on whuppin' your ass for that. But that's not what this is. This isn't personal. I'm not a killer, Dean. I'm a hunter. And your brother and that girl are fair game." Gordon said as he slams a knife into its sheath while Dean looks at him, stunned.

*(y/n)'s POV*

Sam, Ava and I approach her blue VW beetle as she turns to us. "I don't think I should leave." She said. "We want you out of harm's way, Ava." Sam said to her. "What about you guys?" She asked us.

"Harm's way doesn't really bother us." I said to her. "No, but you guys are walking right into my vision. I mean, this is how you two die." She said to us. "Doesn't matter. It's my brother." Sam said. "Maybe I could help!" Ava said and ibplsce a hand on her shoulder.

"You've done all you can. Just, just go back to your fiance." I said and she looks at us, worried. "Are you sure?" She asked. "Yes, we're sure. Go home, Ava. You'll be safe there." Sam said and she gets into her car. "Well, just, promise me you'll call, then. I mean, when you get your brother, just to let me know that everything's all right." She said.

"We promise." Sam and I say and she smiles then starts her car and drives off.

*3rd Person POV*

Gordon was leaning against a pillar, cradling a rifle and speaking casually. "See, I was doing an exorcism down in Louisiana. Teenage girl, seemed routine, some low-level demon. But between all the jabbering and the head-spinning, the damn thing muttered something. About a coming war. And I don't think it meant to, it just kind of slipped out. But it was too late. Piqued my interest. And you can really make a demon talk, you got the right tools." He explained.

"And what happened to the girl it was possessing?" Dean asked her. "She didn't make it." Gordon said and Dean shakes his head. "Well, you're a son of a bitch." Dean grumbles.

Gordon stares at him then stands up and slaps him. "That's my momma you're talking about." Gordon yelled as Dean groans in pain. "Anyway. This demon tells me there are soldiers to fight in this coming war. Humans, fighting on hell's side. You believe that? I mean, they're psychics, so they're not exactly pure humans, but still. What kind of worthless scumbag have you got to be to turn against your own race?" Gordon said as Dean glares at him.

"But you know the biggest kick in the ass? This demon said I knew two of them. Our very own Sammy Winchester and (y/n) (l/n)." Gordon said and Dwan begins to chuckle. "Oh, this is...this is a whole new level of moronic, even for you." Dean said to him

"Yeah? Come on, Dean. I know. About Sam's and (y/n)'s visions. I know everything." Gordon said. "Really? Because a demon told you?" Dean asked and he laughs. "Yeah, and it wasn't lying." He grumbles. "Hey, Dean. I'm not some reckless yahoo, okay? I did my homework. Made damn sure it was true. Look, you've got your Roadhouse connections, I got mine. It's how I found Sammy and (y/n) in the first place." Gordon said as he crosses to the corner and sits.

"About a month ago I found another one of these freaks here in town. He could deep-fry a person just by touching them." He said. "Yeah, did he kill anyone?" Dean asked him. "Well, besides Mr. Tinkles the cat? No. But he was working up to it. They're all gonna be killers, Dean. We've got to take them all out. And that means Sammy and (y/n) too." Gordon said as he cocks the rifle.

"You think Sam and (y/n) are stupid enough to walk through that front door?" Dean asked him. "No, I don't. Especially since I'm sure you found a way to warn them. Ha. You really think I'm that stupid?" Gordon said as Dean raises his eyebrows, meaningfully.
Gordon stands and starts pacing. "No. They're going to scope the place first, see me covering the front door. So they're going to take the back. And when they do they'll hit the tripwire. Then --" he said as he takes a grenade from his bag. "Boom." He said.

"They're not gonna fall for a friggin' tripwire." Dean said. "Maybe you're right. That's why I'll have a second one." Gordon said. "Hey, look. I'm sorry. I wish I didn't have to do this, I really do. But for what it's worth, it'll be quick." He said then he goes to setting up the tripwire across the back doorway.

Then he returns to the room where Dean is tied up and straddles a chair. "Come on, man. I know Sam and (y/n), okay, better than anyone. Sam's got more of a conscience than I do, I mean, the guy feels guilty surfing the Internet for porn. (Y/n), she's kind've like in the middle, it depends on the situation; but killing innocent people, she can't stand that." Dean said.

"Maybe you're right. But one day they're going to be a monster." Gordon said. "How? Huh? How's a couple of people like Sam and (y/n) become monsters?" Dean asked. "Beats me. But they will." Gordon said. "No, you don't know that!" Dean yells, angrily.

"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 and Dean shakes his head. "That's not Sam or (y/n)." Dean said.

"Yes it is. You just can't see it yet. Dean, it's their destiny. Look, I'm sympathetic. He's your brother, you love the guy. And she's your best friend, or maybe she's more...I don't know, you seem to have a soft spot for her. This has got to hurt like hell for you." Gordon said as he reaches into his bag and pulls out a scarf.

Then he stands up and walks towards Dean. "But here's the thing." Gordon said and he gags Dean with the scarf. "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?" He asked and Dean glares, furiously.

*(y/n)'s POV*

Sam and I approach the cabin while Sam holds up the sheet of motel stationary with an address written on it. We approach the house, cautiously, and we could see Dean tied up to a chair and someone I didn't expect to see, Gordon.

I bit my lips in anger as Sam and I exchange a look then we go around back. We try the door and find it locked; I pull out my lockpick and work it open. 

*3rd Person POV*

The clicks from the door can be heard in the front room; Dean looks around wildly. "Ya hear 'em?" Gordon asked while in the back room, (y/n) gets the door open and the two creep in.

"Here they come." Gordon mutters and a second later the first grenade explodes. Dean flinches, helplessly, and he screams at Gordon through his gag. "Hold on. Not yet. Just wait and see." Gordon said and the second grenade goes off.

Dean struggles, violently, choke-sobbing through the gag. Gordon crosses the room and stops beside him. "Sorry, Dean." He said and he goes into the back room, rifle ready. He sees Sam's and (y/n)'s smoking boots on the ground. He smiles but is still wary.

As he turns away from the back door, Sam raises a gun to the back of Gordon's head and cocks it. "Drop the gun." Sam said in a low commanding voice. "Shouldn't take your shoes off around here. You might get tetanus." Gordon said.

"Put it down now!" Sam shouts at him

In the front room, Dean turns, hearing Sam's voice, and grunts in relief. Then he felt someone touch his arm. He jumps slightly then turns to see (y/n) kneeled by next to him and she smiles at him. "Hey, Princess Peach. I'm here to rescue you." She jokes as she pulls out her knife and starts to cut his binds while Dean grunts in relief again.

Out back, Gordon slowly lowers the rifle to the floor. "You wouldn't shoot me, would you, Sammy? Because your brother, he thinks you're some kind of saint." He said to Sam. "Yeah? Well, I wouldn't be so sure." Sam said. "See, that's what I said." Gordon saud and he turns quickly, knocking the gun out of Sam's hand and attacking him methodically until he goes down.

In the front room, Dean and (y/n) hear the scuffle and (y/n) starts to cut the ropes faster.

Out back, Gordon slowly approaches Sam, who's flat on his back, coughing. Gordon pulls out his knife. "You're no better than the filthy things you hunt." He said. As Gordon raises the knife, Sam lashes out, flipping Gordon over. He punches him twice, then grabs the rifle and points it at his head. 

"Do it. Do it! Show your brother the killer you really are, Sammy." Gordon yells. Sam hesitates, then slams the butt of the rifle into Gordon's head, knocking him out. "It's Sam." Sam said, fuming.

*(y/n)'s POV*

I finally get Dean out of his binds and he pulls off the gag from his mouth. After we stand up, Dean goes and hugs me and I hug him as well just as Sam shuffles exhaustedly into the room. Dean and I pull away from the embrace and we look over at Sam. Dean goes over to Sam and he cups his hand around Sam's neck, staring at him closely.

Sam nods at him then he claps a hand to Dean's shoulder. Dean wheels around to head to the back room. "That son of a..." Dean growls but I go and grab his shoulder. "Dean. No." I said. "We let him live once. I'm not making the same mistake twice." Dean growls and Sam shakes his head.

"Trust me. Gordon's taken care of. Come on." Sam said as we reach out and fists Dean's jacket, pulling him towards the front door. 

We walk, well Sam staggers, down the steps from the cabin and away from it. Moments later, we hear gunfire then we look over and see Gordon chasing us. The boys and I duck and run for cover. "Come on!" Dean yells as we run. "You call this taken care of?" Dean asked us and we dive into a ditch by the side of the road and huddle, watching Gordon approach.

"What the hell are we doing?" Dean asked us. "Just trust us on this, all right?" I said to him as we watch Gordon approaches. Then three police cars, sirens blaring, pull into the clearing and surround Gordon. Cops emerge, weapons ready. 

"Drop your weapons! Get down on your knees!" One cop yells. "Do it, now!" Another cop yells. The boys and I grin at each other as Gordon drops to his knees and glares in our direction. "Put your hands on your head. Easy now." One cop yells and the cop cuffs Gordon and pats him down, then leads him to a squad car.

"Anonymous tip." Sam said to Dean, who smiles at us. "You guys are fine upstanding citizens." Dean said and I smiled back at him.

*3rd Person POV*

"Gordon Walker was hunting Sam and (y/n)?" Ellen asked as she was on the phone with Dean, who was standing outside of the Impala, and Sam was sitting inside of the car and (y/n) was sitting in her bike which was parked against the Impala.

"Yeah, he almost killed all of us because somebody over there can't keep their friggin' mouth shut." Dean yells, angrily. "And you honestly think that it was me? Or Ash? Or Jo? No way." Ellen said. "Well, who else knows about Sam and (y/n), huh?" Dean said as he turns to look at Sam in the car then over at (y/n), who gives a smirk.

"I mean, you must have been talking to somebody." Dean said, accusing. "Hey, you can say a lot of things about us. But we are not disloyal. And we're not stupid. We haven't breathed a word of this." Ellen said. "Gordon said he had Roadhouse connections, Ellen." Dean yells.

"And this roadhouse is full of other hunters. They're all smart. They're good trackers. Each of them with their own patterns and connections. Look, hell, I could name twelve of them right now that are capable of putting this together." Ellen said before she sighs. "I am sorry about what happened, Dean. But I can't control these people. Or what they choose to believe." Ellen said to him.

*(y/n)'s POV*

After stopping by my safe house and dropping off my bike, I sit in the Impala as Dean drives and Sam is talking on his phone. "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." Sam said. 

"Everything all right?" Dean asked him. "Yeah, I hope so." Sam said. "Well, Gordon should be reaching for the soap for the next few years at least." Dean said and I chuckle. "Yeah. If they pin Scott Carey's murder on him. And if he doesn't bust out." I said and we sit in silence.

"Guys, you two ever take off like that again..." Dean started to say, warningly, until Sam speaks up. "What? You'll kill us?" Sam asked and we chuckle. "That is so not funny." Dean said.

"All right. All right. So where to next, then?" I asked. "One word: Amsterdam." Dean said. "Dean!" Sam and I shouted. "Come on, guys, I hear the coffeeshops don't even serve coffee." Dean said. "We're not just gonna ditch the job." I said to him.

"Screw the job. Screw it, guys, 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 said, angrily. "Well, come on, dude, you're a hunter. I mean, it's what you were meant to do." Sam said. "Ah, I wasn't meant to do anything, I don't believe in that destiny crap." Dean growls.

"You mean you don't believe in mine or Sam's destiny." I said. "Yeah, whatever." Dean growls. "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." Sam said to him. "And you can't protect me or Sam." I said and Dean looks up at the mirror at me.

"I can try." He said. "Thanks for that." Sam and I said and Dean nods. "Look, Dean, we're gonna keep hunting. I mean, whatever is coming, we're taking it head-on, so if you really want to watch our backs, then I guess you're gonna have to stick around." Sam said to Dean.

"Bitch." Dean said to Sam.

"Jerk." Sam said.

"Jackass." I said to Dean.

"Weirdo." Dean said and the three of us grin at each other.

But seconds later, Sam frowns and picks up his phone again. "You calling that Ava girl again? You sweet on her or something?" Dean asked him. "She's engaged, Dean." Sam said. "So? What's the point in saving the world if you can't get a little nookie once in a while, huh?" Dean said and I scoff as Sam hangs up, scowling in thought.

"What?" Dean asked Sam. "Just a feeling. How far is it to Peoria?" Sam asked him.

Later, we break into Ava's house and look around. "Hello? Is anybody home?" Sam calls out and we go into the bedroom to find Ava's fiance dead, face-up on the bed; his shirt and the sheets are soaked in blood. 

"Oh my God." Sam gasped while I place a hand over my mouth, shocked. Dean runs a finger along the windowsill, staring at the powdery substance collected there. "Hey." He said and Sam turns and Dean holds up his fingers.

"Sulfur. Demon's been here." Dean said then I see something on the floor and kneels, picking it up. It was Ava's engagement ring.
Sam and I look up at each other as I look back at the ring in fear. "Ava." Sam whispers as I bite my lips.