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Hunted; Part Two
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"900 years of time and space and I've never met anyone who wasn't important." -The Doctor

WHEN EMERY CAME TO, SHE WAS tied to a chair. She pulled on the ropes restraining her, but it was no use. Dean was coming to beside her and she spotted Gordon in the corner.

"Listen, Gordon, I'm into some kinky shit, but being knocked out and tied to a chair is just psychotic," Emery spat, looking at Dean's jaw and seeing it lightly bruised. She still had a pounding headache from her fall and the rifle and deduced that she probably had a concussion.

Well, this was just great.

The ringing of the phone interrupted Emery and Dean from cussing at the other hunter. Gordon took out a phone and glanced at the caller ID.

"It's your brother," Gordon stated simply, walking over to Dean, his face serious. "Act like you're not tied to a chair and I won't blow Emery's brains out."

"You son of a bitch," Emery and Dean stated in unison, glaring at the dark skinned man.

Emery spends too much time with Dean, it seems.

Gordon answered the phone, putting it to Dean's ear so the man could talk. Emery was still death glaring at Gordon, swearing to God that she was going to snap his neck.

"Hey, Sammy," Dean talked normally, like he was simply driving the Impala. "We're looking for you."

Sam said something Emery couldn't understand, making Emery huff. She hated not knowing things. It was the one thing she hated more than vampires. And since that case with John and the Colt, man, did she loathe vampires.

"I know," Dean stated. "Yeah, I talked to Ellen. Emery and I just arrived here ourselves. It's a real funky town."

"Hey, Sammy," Emery shouted, trying to make her voice sound stable. She didn't want to die. She also didn't want Dean to die. Sam either, for that matter.

"You ditched me, Sammy," Dean said, quite loudly at that. Emery really hoped that Gordon wouldn't catch on to what he was probably going to do next. "What? Who?"

Dean glanced up at Gordon and Emery realized that Sam was going to ask Dean for help. About the sniper, about his safety. And that girl's, whoever she was.

"I'm staying at 56 37 Monroe Street. Why don't you meet me here?"

A second later, Gordon hung up the phone, a smug look on his face. "Now, was that so hard?"

Emery answered for him, "yes, it was fucking terrible. Now, get us out of these fucking ropes!"

Gordon ignored the girl cussing at him from under her breath, still looking at Dean for an answer. Without looking at the dark skinned hunter, he said two simple words.

"Bite me."

It wasn't even a minute later before Gordon was getting ready for Sam's arrival. He pulled a bag full of weaponry off the floor and started making sure each magazine was full, that each gun was ready. He really wanted Sam dead for some reason.

"Look, Gordy, I know Sam, Em, and I aren't exactly your favourite people, but don't you think this is a little extreme?" Dean asked. Emery was wiggling in her chair, trying to get her wrists out of their bindings. Probably giving herself rope burn too, but it was worth it.

She really wanted to do something about her head, which was sending pain throughout her body. Stupid concussion.

"What? You think this is revenge?" Gordon asked, his monotone voice making Emery want to kill him right that second. Too bad the fucker knew how to tie a person to a chair. Was he into BDSM or something?

"Well, we did leave you tied up in your own mess for three days," Dean stated, before chuckling. "Which was awesome. Sorry, I shouldn't laugh."

"Oh, but I will," Emery stated as she laughed fake and loudly, fuelling her headache more. It was still worth it.

"Yeah, I was definitely planning on whooping your ass for that," Gordon said, putting the gun down and stopping his actions. Dean hummed in acknowledgement, waiting for Gordon to continue. "That's not what this is. This isn't personal. I'm not a killer, Dean. I'm a hunter. And your brother's fair game."

"Oh, now you're really dead," Emery growled, struggling more against the ropes as she tried to get out. She was going to strangle him to death. She didn't care if it was murder. You threaten the lives of Sam or Dean Winchester and you had Emery Wilson to deal with. And she didn't take threats easily. "I promise I'll kill you myself, Gordon!"

☪✡

Gordon had decided that it was story time. And, also, to shut the struggling and threatening Emery up, he tied a gag around her mouth. Dean had protested, but it's not like he could have done anything to stop him. He was tied to a chair also.

"See, I was doing an exorcism down in Louisiana. Teenage girl, seemed routine. Some low level demon. But between all the jabbering and head spinning, damn thing muttered something about a coming war. I don't think it meant to, it just kinda slipped out. But, it was too late. Peeked my interest. You can really make a demon talk if you got the right tools," Gordon told them.

"And what happened to the girl that it was possessing?" Dean asked.

Swear to God, Gordon, you son of a Bitch!

"She didn't make it," Gordon stated simply.

"I'm going to fucking kill you, you lowlife scum piece of shit. I'm going to wrap my hands around your throat and snap your neck. You don't deserve my time and effort of torturing you. You'll rot in Hell anyway," Emery tried to scream at Gordon, but it came out muffled thanks to the gag. She still struggled against her bindings in anger. Plus, her head was really pounding now.

"Well, you're a son of a bitch," Dean said and Emery was glad Dean agreed with her.

Gordon got up and smack Dean across the head, making the man grunt. He probably had a headache from being knocked out with a rifle too. "That's my momma you're talking about. Anyway, this Demon tells me they have soldiers to fight in this coming war. Humans fighting on Hell's side, do you believe that? I mean, they're psychics so they're not exactly pure humans. But, still. What kind of worthless scumbag you gotta be to turn against your own race? But you wanna know the biggest kick in the ass? This demon said I knew one of them. Our very own Sammy Winchester."

Dean chuckled, "this is a whole new level of moronic, even for you."

"Yeah, come on, Dean," Gordon looked down at the gun in his hands, then back up at the older Winchester. "I know. About Sam's visions. I know everything."

Emery was getting more angry with every word the dick said. She wanted to kill him so badly that she came up with different scenarios of her breaking out of her binds and 'whooping his ass'.

"Really? Because a Demon told you?" Dean laughed some more. "Yeah and it wasn't lying."

"Hey, Dean," Gordon brought the attention back to himself. "I'm not some reckless yahoo, okay? I did my own work. I made damn sure it was true-"

Emery somehow got the gag out of her mouth (probably from all the struggling) and glared at Gordon. "Could you please just shut the fuck up. Your voice is giving me a headache. Seriously, you're one of those people that love to hear themselves talk, aren't you?"

Her vision went black again.

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When Emery came to, it was dark outside and her gag was fixed over her mouth. Dean was gagged beside her, and in the dead silence, she could hear a lock being picked.

Oh no.

"You hear him?" Gordon looked to the back door. "Here he comes."

It was silence for a few seconds, Emery holding her breath. That was, until an explosion went off behind her and a yell of anger came from Dean. Oh, now Gordon was going to get it. He was going to eat the shrapnel from the bomb. Emery was going to shove it down his throat.

"Oh no, not yet, just wait and see."

The smoke from the first bomb was entering the room as another silence fell between the three of them. Emery had started to struggle with the ropes again, wanting to shove the shrapnel so far up Gordon's ass it went to his brain.

Then, the second explosion went off. Dean looked like he was starting to cry and Emery was letting out grunts of fury. She was going to kill Gordon if it was the last thing she ever did.

"Sorry, Dean."

The fucking nerve of this guy. He thinks he can just kill Sam and apologize and everything would be all happy, happy joy, joy. Well, he was dead wrong. Emery and Dean would get him for this. And it will be ten times more painful than anything Sam had went through. Forget about just snapping his neck, the guy was getting all of his teeth pulled out, along with all ten finger and toe nails. His kneecaps were going to be busted. Hell, Emery would even pull out an eyeball because Gordon was going to pay. She didn't care how.

Or maybe, she'll get some vampire blood, feed it too him, and turn him into the one thing he hated. A vampire.

Dean was struggling with his chair, trying to get out of it. Emery was doing the same, but only to kill Gordon. She was hellbent on doing it.

As the silence fell, they heard it. The sound of Sam's voice. Then it sounded like the two of them were fighting, making both Dean and Emery struggle harder against the ropes that were holding them down.

"It's Sam."

Sam made his way into the room, his feet dragging, face bloody. Emery watched with a smile as he untied Dean's hands, then went onto untying her's. Once the two were out of their chairs, Dean picked Sam up and checked out the younger boy's face.

"Son of a-" Dean started, turning to the room, Emery following.

"I hope he likes the taste of shrapnel," Emery stated, cracking her knuckles.

"Dean, Em, no," Sam stopped them.

"Sam, I let him go once. I'm not making the same mistake twice," Dean said, looking up at Sam.

"Trust me," Sam said. "Gordon's taken care of. Come on."

Sam grabbed Dean by the jacket, who grabbed Emery's hand, linking their fingers together. She smiled a small smile, happy that she had her Winchesters back. It was nice to see them actually not fight over something, like they usually did.

Once they got outside, they started walking away from the house, to wherever Sam was leading them. However, gunshots brought them out of their happy place.

"Come on," Dean called, running forward, still holding onto Emery. "You call this taken care of?"

They three of them hid behind a dirt mound, Dean shielding Emery with his body. Gunshots were aimed at the three of them, all of them ducking when they heard them go off. Emery clutched onto Dean, trying to stop herself from running out there and beating his ass to death. She couldn't die from a gunshot, so why not?

"What the hell are we doing?" Dean asked his little brother.

"Just trust me, alright?" Sam answered back, gazing at Gordon from over the mound of dirt.

Suddenly, police sirens screams through the night instead of gunshots and Emery felt herself smiling. She watched quietly as Gordon got arrested, his hands being handcuffed behind his back. As he was walked to the car, one of the officers pulled out his secret cache of weapons from his car's backseat.

"Anonymous tip," Sam whispered. Emery giggled.

"You're a fine, upstanding citizen, Sam," Dean said, before looking back at his brother. The two smiled as the three of them watched as Gordon got arrested.

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Emery just wanted to sleep. The backseat was extra comfortable it seemed and her headache was making her head really pounding. She just wanted to sleep it off, but it seemed like the two boys in the front just had to keep on talking.

"Bitch."

"Jerk."

"Shut the fuck up, asswipes."

Ava hadn't responded to any of Sam's calls. They had driven to her house, but Emery was to lazy (and hurt) to move from her spot on the backseat. So, Dean and Sam went into the house alone, Emery waiting for them in the Impala.

When Sam and Dean returned to the Impala, the first thing half-asleep Emery noticed was the mood. So, she didn't ask about it. She simply reached forward and squeezed Sam's shoulder, smiling at him sadly when he looked back at her. Then, she laid back in the leather seat, closed her eyes, waiting for sleep to consume her.

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edited

yay! i updated. i am so lucky that i have you guys. honestly, i don't know how this book has so many reads.

however, i am grateful for them. you guys seriously rock. or, as dean puts it... *drunkenly points at you* you're awesome.

dedicated to santakIaus because i was in a kik group chat with her and i was surprised to learn that she was reading my book. so, here's to you, daisy!