It's been awhile, day had turned into night. We were just waiting for Sam to arrive, but I was hoping he had a plan and not get himself killed. I took a deep breath through my nostrils, as I heard a sound, it was a lock being picked. We all knew that Sam was trying to get in.

"Ya hear him?" Gordon states as he was facing to the back of the house. Soon enough I had heard the lock being clicked open, meaning he had gotten passed. Without even knowing, I held my breath, waiting to see what happens.

"Here he comes," was the only words Gordon had said, as I moved in my chair.

A millisecond later, a shock vibrated through my body as a grenade went off, I let out an angry scream but it was muffled by the scarf. I heard Dean do the same. "Hold on. Not yet. Just wait and see," Gordon states, like that didn't kill Sam.

Moments passed, and my heart thumped against my chest, like a racing horse. I turned my head to look at the back room, Dean did the same just hoping that over grenade didn't go off.

An expulsion erupted from the back again, making me scream again, as dust and wooden panels from the wall came flying past Dean and I. Smoke filled the room, as Gordon stopped leaning and came forward. Dean was choke-sobbing through the gag he had on, a tears shed from my eyes.

"Sorry, Dean," Gordon states to him, before walking off into the back room, rifle ready just in case. Dean then starts to violently shake in his chair, trying to get loose from the rope. I could hear Gordon's footsteps as he careful treads through the back, as I wiggled from the chair. I so wanna get out of these bindings but Dean was here, I just couldn't show that side of me now, he's got too much on his plate.

Suddenly, my hearing picked up a gun cocking, my eyes widen in surprise as it wasn't Gordon's rifle. "Drop the gun," the voice was like music to my ears. It was Sam, but his voice was low, meaning Dean didn't hear him.

"Shouldn't take your shoes off around here. You might get tetanus," Gordon replied, trying to use his sense of humour.

"Put it down now!" Sam shouts at him, making Dean cock his head around to the door, his body became less tense as he knew his brother was alive.

Just then, I heard Gordon's rifle be placed on the floor. "You wouldn't shoot me, would you, Sammy? Because your brother, and your friend, they think you're some kind of saint," my hearing picked up on their conversation.

"Yeah? Well, I wouldn't be so sure," Sam replied. Maybe he was capable of things that Dean didn't want him to be.

"See, that's what I said," was Gordon's response. With a flash, I began to hear grunting and a gun sliding across the floor, and punches being thrown and fresh blood flowing. Suddenly, I could a wall being smashed in, and Dean heard the scuffle and struggles against the ropes, groaning in frustration.

I could only hear footsteps, and Sam couching. I've heard him enough times to know if it's Sam or not. I then heard a knife being unsheathed from it's cover. "You're no better than the filthy things you hunt," Gordon states like he was looking at a monster.

In that moment, my blood began to boil, my emotions went haywire, the scarf around my mouth began to drop down, coming undone, until I was free from it's fabric. Due to my magic pulling it down. "Solutam," I mumbled under my breath as I heard Gordon grunt. The ropes that tied my hands down and my legs loosened, and I ripped my arms up and my legs. Luckily, for me, Dean had his head turned the other way, and when he noticed me standing from the chair. His eyes went wide and shocked to see me loose from our bindings.

Dean would have to wait for a moment as I went to the back to see the back of Sam's body, as I could see the tip of Gordon's rifle aimed at him. "Do it. Do it! Show your brother and your friend the killer you really are, Sammy," Gordon snapped at Sam, wanting him to become a killer.

I rushed forward to the room where Sam was. "Sam, don't!" I shouted at him. "Your not the monster he says you are," I stood just behind him, waiting for his decision. He was hesitated, but I knew he was going to do the right thing. He then slams the butt of the rifle into Gordon's head, knocking him out cold.

"It's Sam," he states to Gordon's body. Sam turns and looks at me, with relief in his eyes, as he places the gun down. Without even thinking, I ran up to him and gave him a big - around the neck - hug.

"It's Sammy to me," I state to him as I pulled back and gave him a wide smile. Sam's face was bloody, he had a cut on his left cheek, his nose bloody, a cut on his lower lip, but I've seen him worse.

We walked out of the room and back to where Dean was being held. I entered before Sam as he shuffles exhaustively into the room. I began to untie his gag from around his mouth, as Sam came cover and claps him on the shoulder as he kneels beside him, and starts to untie the ropes. Once the rope was off and his gag, he stood, helping Sam stand to his feet after the fight. Dean cups a hand around Sam's neck, staring at him closely, examining his injuries. All I could do was watch this brotherly moment, but it ended when Dean turns on his heels.

"That son of a..."

"Dean. No," Sam states, making Dean stop in his tracks and look back at Sam.

"I let him live once. I'm not making the same mistake twice," Dean was surly going to kill him, if Sam wouldn't stop him.

"Trust me. Gordon's taken care of. Come on," Sam said, out of breath, but Dean was hesitant but Sam reaches for Dean's jacket and starts to pull him away and towards the front door. I was right behind them, wanting to get out of this house...

We had exited the house, Sam was staggering from his injuries and the cool air whipped through my blonde dirty hair, the dust and dirt in it. We walked down the steps of the cabin, I was on the left of Sam and Dean was on his right.

"I can't believe he called me a whore, and that I would be with you," I gave Dean a glare as he just looks at me with a glare of his own. I think Sam had no idea what was being exchanged. However, before Dean could get a word in, a gun shot rang out, making us all duck a little and making us look back to the cabin as Gordon was up and chasing after us. We all started to sprint away from him as he counited to shoot at us.

Dean was staying stuff but I was behind Sam, and the sound of bullets shots entered my ear drums, making me slightly deaf. We ran across the road and we dived into a ditch one by one, and I was last. Dean and Sam grabbed my arms and pulled me straight down between them both, like we were huddling together. Gordon still shot at us, bullets hitting the ditch as we peer over to see him approaching.

"What the hell are we doing?" Dean asked.

"Just trust me on this, all right?" Sam states and we both nodded to him, but Gordon was approaching, still shooting. But out of no where, I heard cars come to a halt, police sirens rang out. We peered over to see the cops surrounding Gordon. Out of the corners of my eyes, I see Dean and Sam share a grin as Gordon drops to his knees, dropping his guns.

The cops had cuffed Gordon, and leads him to a squad car. Another cop opens the back door of Gordon's car, and pulls out a weapons rack.

"Anonymous tip," Sam states, meaning he's the one who gave them the tip.

"You're a fine upstanding citizen, Sam," Dean replied, taking his gaze to Sam with a smile, as I did the same. But this was a good win for us, well for them, really...

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We had gotten back to the Impala, Dean was still outside talking to probably Ellen on how Gordon knew where to find Sam and what he was. But I deiced not to listen in onto their conversation. Dean finished his call, and gotten into the car and we were off on the road once again.

Sam was on the phone himself, calling someone again. "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 had left a message for this girl Ava who had helped him.

"All okay?" I asked Sam, leaning up from the back seat of the Impala.

"Yeah, I hope so," Sam replied.

"Well, Gordon should be reaching the soap for the next few years at least," Dean states, smiling to himself.

"Yeah. If they pin Scott Carey's murder on him. And if he doesn't bust out," Sam replied, but I was hoping that he was going to be in for awhile.

There was a pause in the conversation, thick air began to cloud in the car, tension. "Dude, you ever take off like that again..." Dean states as he was angry at Sam for just uping and leaving.

"What? You'll kill me?" Sam states, as he thought it would be a laugh to say.

"So not funny," I said to Sam as he laughs at my comment. "I'm off to nap. Wake me up if you leave again, so I know this time around, " I laughed softly at myself before leaning back in the leather seats. My eyes closing shut, I wouldn't be able to sleep straight away, but the boys carried on talking. I took in parts of the conversation that seemed interesting, but I soon nodded off at the end, when Sam tried to phone the girl again...

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I slept for awhile, but the Impala has stopped purring meaning we had stopped. I was in and out of sleep, like every hour you wake up but then fall back asleep again. I was like that. But this time around I had woken up.

My eyes fluttered open, and my cardigan was over me once again as I felt the wool fabric rub against my skin. I smiled to myself, before my eyes gazed over to the front to see no sign of the boys. I frown, as I sat up some more as I was halfway down the seat. The Impala was parked outside a house, the neighbourhood was pitch black, but it was still night so no one would be up.

I opened the car door and got out quietly, hardly making any sound as I carefully shut the door behind. I crept towards the house. I took the steps careful, before I stood on the small porch. I stiff as a strong whiff of blood rushed into my nostrils. I pushed open the door and tried to enter the house, without a problem, meaning that the owner of the house was dead. I quickly walked through the house, finding the bedroom with ease as I heard the boys heart beats. 

I came to the door way of the bedroom, seeing a guy laid on his back, colour drained from his and his throat slashed open. Blood was everywhere, like the whole room was a canvass. My eyes gazed over to Sam, who held a engagement ring  in his fingers. "Ava," he had said, meaning that the girl was taken or even dead. 

Poor Sammy...