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xtremeroswelliaSeries: Two Guys, a Girl and a Chevy Impala
Title: Fic 7: Throw Me Somethin' Mista (3/?)
Authors: Clarksmuse and X_tremeroswellian
Rated: R
Pairings: Chloe/Dean, Sam/Sarah
Disclaimer: Yeah, we don't own anything. Except our computers. :P Don't sue. Thanks.
It seemed like an eternity since they had left the girls, but Dean managed to get them back to the point where they'd split up. He looked across the street at the cafe, noticing a black sedan pulling away from the cafe. He frowned when he didn't see them in front of the door. "Come on, Sam. Maybe they're inside." A growing sense of panic blossomed in his mind as it seemed coincidental they had lost Gordon's trail and then the girls weren't waiting for them.
Sam was a step ahead of him, scanning the cafe with a growing sense of panic. "Dean--"
"Where the fuck are they, Sam?" he whispered when he didn't see them. "What -- FUCK!!!" His roar of sheer anger attracted several glances from the people around them, but he ignored the funny looks he got. "They're gone... Oh shit..." He ran a hand through his hair, cursing himself.
"I shoulda stayed with them," Sam whispered, shutting his eyes as guilt hit him.
Dean whirled around and glared at his brother. "Don't start that, dammit. This isn't your fault." Deep down, he was glad. Because while the girls might be missing, at least he knew Gordon wouldn't hurt them. Not like he would have hurt Sam. Moving out of the crowd, he whispered, "We need to figure out where he's got them."
"Great. In a city this size, they could be anywhere," he mumbled, rubbing a hand over his eyes. Despite what Dean had said, if he had stayed with them, they'd be safe and not with that sadistic son of a bitch.
They headed back to the hotel in a thoughtful silence. Dean knew Sam was berating himself for not staying put with Chloe and Sarah. He wished there was something he could do to help his brother, but he wasn't ready to deal with the fallout of Sam finding out he was part-demon. He still didn't understand how Dad even knew that... or how something like that could have happened. "Look, Sam, you know how Gordon's got this thing for abandoned places? What if he's keeping them outside the city?"
Distracted by his fears and guilt, he barely heard his brother. "Yeah. Maybe." He swallowed hard, feeling vaguely ill.
Stopping just outside the hotel front lobby, Dean whirled around and snagged his fingers in Sam's face. "Dude, you *have* to snap outta it! Have the Sammy Pity Party later, will ya, and help me out here?" His annoyance covered his own self-flagellation. Sam had been right all along: going after Gordon headlong without a plan was a bad idea. This was why. He felt the cold finger of death crawl up his spine.
"Where the hell do we even start, Dean?"
"I have no idea," he admitted, closing his eyes against the torrent of emotion that threatened to overtake him. And nearly jumped out his skin when he felt his cell phone start ringing. "Hello?" he demanded when he answered it. Looking at Sam with angry eyes.
Sam stared at him.
"Hello, Dean," Gordon said with fake pleasantness in his voice. "I think you're missing something, aren't you?"
"You sonofabitch," Dean snarled into his phone. "If you've hurt a hair on either of them..."
He chuckled into the phone. "I haven't...yet."
Dean sucked a breath in, as if he had been slashed across the heart. Staring at Sam, he replied, "Where are you? What the fuck do you want?"
"All in good time, Dean. Relax," Gordon said with a smirk. "I think you know what I want."
"Fuck you, no." He saw Sam's questioning glance and hastily looked away. Damn Gordon. "Why, you miserable bastard?"
"Because you know what he is," he said darkly. "So...it's your choice. Him for the two of them."
Meeting Sam's worried gaze again, Dean knew he couldn't choose... but he had to. How could he trade his brother for the women they both loved? What kind of selfish bastard was he? "Fine," he ground out. "Where, when?"
"Not so fast. I know how you work. I'll call you back." Smirking, Gordon hung up.
"Fuck!" He nearly broke his phone in two as he slammed open the front lobby, making for his room.
"Dean, what the hell is going on? What does he want?" Sam followed close behind his brother, his heart beating rapidly.
He couldn't answer and bit back the string of curses that threatened to spring from his voice. Once they were in the hotel room, he shut the door behind them and began pacing the room.
"Tell me what the hell's going on!"
"Gordon wants a trade." His voice was hard with anger and the frustration of a man on the edge.
Sam's eyebrows furrowed for a moment. "He took the girls cause he's pissed at you for beating him up?"
Dean sighed and took a deep breath. "Sure, Sammy. Why not? I've been threatened and abused for much less."
He stared at his brother, sensing something was off. "What aren't you telling me?"
He couldn't meet Sam's inquiring look. "Nothing," he replied. Dammit, he couldn't do this. Not now...
"That bastard has Sarah! And Chloe! If you know something, Dean, tell me right now!" he said angrily. * *
&&&&&&&&
Tied to a chair, Chloe stared darkly at Gordon who sat in the corner, sharpening a large knife. If looks could kill, he'd be six feet under.
He chuckled, a low growl as he flicked the tip of the knife, drawing just a drop of his blood. "You're so cute when you're trying to look scary," he said casually, not looking at either of them.
Sarah bit back a tear and sob, glancing over at Chloe. She moved uncomfortably in her chair, her hands tied too tightly. "Please, let us go. There's no reason to --" She shut up at the murderous look she got from Gordon.
"If you think Dean's gonna choose between us, you're dead wrong," Chloe said without a waver in her voice.
"I dunno about that," he replied with a lazy grin, looking between the girls, one who wore an utterly scared yet confused look, with the other glaring at him with all the fires of Hell. "You know, don't you?" he asked suddenly.
She fell silent, not looking away from him, her eyes dark with hate.
Sarah glanced at Gordon, then at Chloe. "W-What's he talking about, Chloe? Know what?" she whispered, a single tear slipping down her cheek.
He chuckled. "Oh, you do know, Chloe girl, and you didn't tell your friend here?" He waved the large buoy knife in Sarah's direction. "Shameful, if you ask me."
"Shut your mouth," she whispered, her body tensing, her hands tugging inefficiently at the ropes binding them behind her.
"Or you'll what?" he taunted, moving towards Sarah, pointing the knife at her. "She's not supposed to know, is she?"
"Go fuck yourself, Gordon," she spat.
"Chloe?" Sarah whispered, her eyes wide as she watched Gordon approach, a maniacal grin on his face. She futilely tried freeing her hands.
"Yeah, cry, girlie," he whispered, moving closer. "Wouldn't you like to know about your boyfriend?"
Sarah's face paled immediately.
Trembling involuntarily, more out of anger than anything, Chloe continued to glare at him. "Leave her alone."
He laughed. Hard. "Oh, this is gonna be fun," he whispered, looking into Sarah's terrified eyes.
"What's he talking about Chloe?" she asked again, her voice small and scared.
Gordon nearly choked on his laughter. "You tellin' me you didn't know Sammy is a demon?"
Sarah stilled, eyes wide, staring at him.
Closing her eyes briefly, Chloe's jaw tensed. "Half. He's half. And he's not evil." She opened her eyes once more, this time turning to look at Sarah. "Sarah, he doesn't even know."
"Half. Whole. Still makes him a demon." He derived a lot of pleasure from watching Sarah's emotions streak across her face.
Sarah's eyes filled with tears that flowed freely down her face. Demon... part demon. Her Sam. He was a... demon? "No," she whispered in denial, unable to accept this information.
"Sam loves you," Chloe whispered fiercely. "And he's never hurt anyone before in his whole life. It's just a word, Sarah."
Sarah wept silently, acknowledging Chloe's words with a slight nod. She glared helplessly at Gordon before bowing her head, utterly desolated that she had never been told. Never knew. "Does he know?" she whispered.
Gordon slapped the huge knife down on the table by her. "Aww, the chick flick moment. Where's Dean when we need him?" he snapped, growing tired of this exchange.
"Sam has no idea," Chloe whispered, looking at her sadly then turning fierce eyes on Gordon. "Why the hell are you doing this?" she demanded.
"Why?" he shouted, his voice reverberating off the walls of the small room. "Because Sam Winchester is evil and should die, that's why!!"
Sarah shook with the anger of his words, her heart crushed over losing the man she loved, no matter who or what he was.
"The only evil one in this scenario is you," she snapped hatefully. "You're the one who murdered your own sister in cold blood. Now what? You're just pissed and jealous that Dean and Sam have each other and you have no one? You're a sick son of a bitch!"
"What the hell do you know about it?" he demanded, getting in her face. "A vamp killed my sister... and I watched her turn into one and had no choice but to stake her into oblivion. That wasn't cold blood, you bitch."
Sarah's head snapped up, her bloodshot eyes red with fury. "Shut up, you bastard," she hissed.
"It was if she wasn't feeding off of humans," Chloe whispered. "Not everything's in black and white!"
"You talk to much," he growled, ripping off a piece of duct tape and pulling it over Chloe's mouth. He then proceeded to do the same to Sarah.
Deep inside her mind, Sarah wept for Sam. He'd be devastated, and how could she handle his reaction when she couldn't stop crying? Her shoulders shook with anxiety and dread of the things to come. She loved him, though... it wouldn't have hurt so much if she didn't.
Chloe struggled against her bonds, ignoring the pain as they rubbed her wrists raw. She had to get them free. She promised she'd help Dean protect Sam. And she'd be damned if she'd let him down.
&&&&&&&&
Dean had been pacing back and forth across the hotel room floor for what seemed like an eternity. He didn't have a clue where to start looking for the girls, and the fact that Sam had all but killed him about the real reason for his hesitation was proving too great a burden to bear. He felt like a caged tiger, desperate to break forth and spring on his prey but unable to.
So when his cell phone chirped to life, he yanked it open like his life depended on it. Because it did. If Chloe died, he might as well, too. She had *become* his life, dammit. "Gordon, you better tell me where the hell they are," he growled into the earpiece.
Sam's eyes darkened and he moved closer to his brother, trying to hear what the other man was saying.
"Oh, they're safe. Don't worry, Dean." Gordon smirked.
Moving to Sam and putting the phone between them, he snarled, "Put them on the phone. Now, Gordon." He heard a low chuckle and wished he could reach through the phone and strangle that maniacal bastard.
"Fine, you wanna talk to your girl?" Gordon hissed on the other line. "Might be the last time you talk to her if I don't get what I want." He moved over to Chloe and ripped the tape off her mouth brutally. He then held the phone to her head. "Speak."
Wincing, Chloe glared at him. "Dean, we're okay. Don't do it!" she said fiercely.
"Chloe!" Dean all but screamed into the phone, a rush of relief flooding through him on hearing her voice.
"That's enough outta you," Gordon growled, glaring at Chloe but putting a finger to his lips to keep her quiet. "Does Sammy want to talk to his... woman?" The thought was nearly impossible for him to fathom.
"Gimme the phone, Dean," Sam snapped, making a grab for it.
Dean let the phone go, seeing a spark in Sam's eyes that, frankly, scared him. And Dean Winchester didn't scare easily.
"Sarah? Are you there?" he asked, fear in his voice.
"Oh, Sammy, you scared for her?" Gordon taunted, ripping the tape roughly off Sarah's mouth. He chuckled when she whimpered slightly in pain.
"You hurt her and I'll kill you, Gordon," he said without any hint of joking.
"Not if I get to you first," he replied with a confident tone in his voice. He then shoved the phone in her face.
Sarah shook, her entire body still in shock over Gordon's revelation. And Chloe's agreement with it. "S-Sammy?" she whispered, her voice trembling and pleading.
"It's okay, Sarah. We're gonna find you. Everything's gonna be all right," he promised, his heart pounding at the sound of her frightened voice.
Chloe bit down hard on her lower lip as she struggled with the ropes behind her.
"Please, Sam, don't come for me," she whispered, the knowledge that Gordon wanted Sam dead more painful than she could bear. Better she die helping him. She noticed Chloe struggling free out of the corner of her eyes and slowly started formulating a plan.
"Happy now?" Gordon demanded, taking the phone away from Sarah. "They're alive, now give me what I want."
"What the hell do you want?" Sam demanded.
Gordon's dark laughter reverberated throughout the small, confining room. "Oh, this is rich. Dean hasn't told you?"
"Told me what?" His gaze lifted to look at his older brother, his heart clenching.
"Put big brother on the phone," Gordon replied, ignoring Sam's question.
Sarah's eyes, large as saucers, turned to Chloe, who looked like she was slowing getting free from her bonds.
Chloe looked back at her. "We need a plan," she whispered.
"I have one," she whispered back, nodding in Gordon's direction.
"Dean, you bring Sam with you to the warehouse under the Riverwalk in an hour, or these two will not see the light of day. Got that?"
"Fuck you, Gordon," Dean snapped, his voice glittering with the anger he wanted to take out on that miserable psycho. "Fine. One hour." He snapped his phone shut and only glanced at Sam.
"All right. What the hell is going on, Dean? What does he want?" Sam demanded, his eyes dark. "What are you not telling me?"
There was no other way: he had to know. Lifting his eyes to his brother, Dean smiled sadly. "Something... about you, Sam."
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What about me?"
How *did* you tell your brother he was half-demon? Dean briefly wondered, keeping his eyes focused on his worried brother. He knew, deep down, once Sam found out, there'd be no going back. And he would probably try to sacrifice himself to save Sarah and Chloe.... just like he would do, himself. "Sam, I lied when I told you Dad didn't tell me anything before he died. He did... and he made me promise not to tell you."
Sam stared at him for several moments in stunned silence. "Dean, what did he tell you?" he whispered.
"He told me... Sam, Dad said you were... part... demon." The words came out slowly and painfully. He looked away, unable to stand the look that crossed Sam's face.
"What?" He slowly sat down on the bed. "Dean, how is that even...how is that possible?"
"I don't know, dude. But Dad said that Demon's after you. He didn't tell me for what, but..." He swallowed hard. "I think it's why Gordon wants you dead."
"He took the girls because of me." His voice was quiet, distant.
"They're the bait." Lifting his eyes, Dean saw the haunted, utterly desolate look he knew he'd see on Sam's face. Moving to him, Dean grabbed his shoulder and shook him. "We have to get the girls, but not at your expense. I'd die first."
Sam pulled away from him, slowly rising to his feet. "If Gordon wants to make a trade, we're making the trade, Dean." There was resolve in his voice.
He knew that tone. He'd heard it way too many times to know once Sam had made up his mind, there was no going back. He sighed, deeply troubled. The weight on his shoulders felt like an ever-increasing load of stone, threatening to crush him at any moment. "Okay," he replied simply, his heart heavy. "But Gordon's dead, mark my words." He grabbed his jacket, making sure his gun was loaded and ready.
Sam didn't hesitate as he headed for the door. What happened didn't matter. As long as Chloe and Sarah and Dean were safe...he'd be at peace with whatever went down.
Title: Fic 7: Throw Me Somethin' Mista (3/?)
Authors: Clarksmuse and X_tremeroswellian
Rated: R
Pairings: Chloe/Dean, Sam/Sarah
Disclaimer: Yeah, we don't own anything. Except our computers. :P Don't sue. Thanks.
It seemed like an eternity since they had left the girls, but Dean managed to get them back to the point where they'd split up. He looked across the street at the cafe, noticing a black sedan pulling away from the cafe. He frowned when he didn't see them in front of the door. "Come on, Sam. Maybe they're inside." A growing sense of panic blossomed in his mind as it seemed coincidental they had lost Gordon's trail and then the girls weren't waiting for them.
Sam was a step ahead of him, scanning the cafe with a growing sense of panic. "Dean--"
"Where the fuck are they, Sam?" he whispered when he didn't see them. "What -- FUCK!!!" His roar of sheer anger attracted several glances from the people around them, but he ignored the funny looks he got. "They're gone... Oh shit..." He ran a hand through his hair, cursing himself.
"I shoulda stayed with them," Sam whispered, shutting his eyes as guilt hit him.
Dean whirled around and glared at his brother. "Don't start that, dammit. This isn't your fault." Deep down, he was glad. Because while the girls might be missing, at least he knew Gordon wouldn't hurt them. Not like he would have hurt Sam. Moving out of the crowd, he whispered, "We need to figure out where he's got them."
"Great. In a city this size, they could be anywhere," he mumbled, rubbing a hand over his eyes. Despite what Dean had said, if he had stayed with them, they'd be safe and not with that sadistic son of a bitch.
They headed back to the hotel in a thoughtful silence. Dean knew Sam was berating himself for not staying put with Chloe and Sarah. He wished there was something he could do to help his brother, but he wasn't ready to deal with the fallout of Sam finding out he was part-demon. He still didn't understand how Dad even knew that... or how something like that could have happened. "Look, Sam, you know how Gordon's got this thing for abandoned places? What if he's keeping them outside the city?"
Distracted by his fears and guilt, he barely heard his brother. "Yeah. Maybe." He swallowed hard, feeling vaguely ill.
Stopping just outside the hotel front lobby, Dean whirled around and snagged his fingers in Sam's face. "Dude, you *have* to snap outta it! Have the Sammy Pity Party later, will ya, and help me out here?" His annoyance covered his own self-flagellation. Sam had been right all along: going after Gordon headlong without a plan was a bad idea. This was why. He felt the cold finger of death crawl up his spine.
"Where the hell do we even start, Dean?"
"I have no idea," he admitted, closing his eyes against the torrent of emotion that threatened to overtake him. And nearly jumped out his skin when he felt his cell phone start ringing. "Hello?" he demanded when he answered it. Looking at Sam with angry eyes.
Sam stared at him.
"Hello, Dean," Gordon said with fake pleasantness in his voice. "I think you're missing something, aren't you?"
"You sonofabitch," Dean snarled into his phone. "If you've hurt a hair on either of them..."
He chuckled into the phone. "I haven't...yet."
Dean sucked a breath in, as if he had been slashed across the heart. Staring at Sam, he replied, "Where are you? What the fuck do you want?"
"All in good time, Dean. Relax," Gordon said with a smirk. "I think you know what I want."
"Fuck you, no." He saw Sam's questioning glance and hastily looked away. Damn Gordon. "Why, you miserable bastard?"
"Because you know what he is," he said darkly. "So...it's your choice. Him for the two of them."
Meeting Sam's worried gaze again, Dean knew he couldn't choose... but he had to. How could he trade his brother for the women they both loved? What kind of selfish bastard was he? "Fine," he ground out. "Where, when?"
"Not so fast. I know how you work. I'll call you back." Smirking, Gordon hung up.
"Fuck!" He nearly broke his phone in two as he slammed open the front lobby, making for his room.
"Dean, what the hell is going on? What does he want?" Sam followed close behind his brother, his heart beating rapidly.
He couldn't answer and bit back the string of curses that threatened to spring from his voice. Once they were in the hotel room, he shut the door behind them and began pacing the room.
"Tell me what the hell's going on!"
"Gordon wants a trade." His voice was hard with anger and the frustration of a man on the edge.
Sam's eyebrows furrowed for a moment. "He took the girls cause he's pissed at you for beating him up?"
Dean sighed and took a deep breath. "Sure, Sammy. Why not? I've been threatened and abused for much less."
He stared at his brother, sensing something was off. "What aren't you telling me?"
He couldn't meet Sam's inquiring look. "Nothing," he replied. Dammit, he couldn't do this. Not now...
"That bastard has Sarah! And Chloe! If you know something, Dean, tell me right now!" he said angrily. * *
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Tied to a chair, Chloe stared darkly at Gordon who sat in the corner, sharpening a large knife. If looks could kill, he'd be six feet under.
He chuckled, a low growl as he flicked the tip of the knife, drawing just a drop of his blood. "You're so cute when you're trying to look scary," he said casually, not looking at either of them.
Sarah bit back a tear and sob, glancing over at Chloe. She moved uncomfortably in her chair, her hands tied too tightly. "Please, let us go. There's no reason to --" She shut up at the murderous look she got from Gordon.
"If you think Dean's gonna choose between us, you're dead wrong," Chloe said without a waver in her voice.
"I dunno about that," he replied with a lazy grin, looking between the girls, one who wore an utterly scared yet confused look, with the other glaring at him with all the fires of Hell. "You know, don't you?" he asked suddenly.
She fell silent, not looking away from him, her eyes dark with hate.
Sarah glanced at Gordon, then at Chloe. "W-What's he talking about, Chloe? Know what?" she whispered, a single tear slipping down her cheek.
He chuckled. "Oh, you do know, Chloe girl, and you didn't tell your friend here?" He waved the large buoy knife in Sarah's direction. "Shameful, if you ask me."
"Shut your mouth," she whispered, her body tensing, her hands tugging inefficiently at the ropes binding them behind her.
"Or you'll what?" he taunted, moving towards Sarah, pointing the knife at her. "She's not supposed to know, is she?"
"Go fuck yourself, Gordon," she spat.
"Chloe?" Sarah whispered, her eyes wide as she watched Gordon approach, a maniacal grin on his face. She futilely tried freeing her hands.
"Yeah, cry, girlie," he whispered, moving closer. "Wouldn't you like to know about your boyfriend?"
Sarah's face paled immediately.
Trembling involuntarily, more out of anger than anything, Chloe continued to glare at him. "Leave her alone."
He laughed. Hard. "Oh, this is gonna be fun," he whispered, looking into Sarah's terrified eyes.
"What's he talking about Chloe?" she asked again, her voice small and scared.
Gordon nearly choked on his laughter. "You tellin' me you didn't know Sammy is a demon?"
Sarah stilled, eyes wide, staring at him.
Closing her eyes briefly, Chloe's jaw tensed. "Half. He's half. And he's not evil." She opened her eyes once more, this time turning to look at Sarah. "Sarah, he doesn't even know."
"Half. Whole. Still makes him a demon." He derived a lot of pleasure from watching Sarah's emotions streak across her face.
Sarah's eyes filled with tears that flowed freely down her face. Demon... part demon. Her Sam. He was a... demon? "No," she whispered in denial, unable to accept this information.
"Sam loves you," Chloe whispered fiercely. "And he's never hurt anyone before in his whole life. It's just a word, Sarah."
Sarah wept silently, acknowledging Chloe's words with a slight nod. She glared helplessly at Gordon before bowing her head, utterly desolated that she had never been told. Never knew. "Does he know?" she whispered.
Gordon slapped the huge knife down on the table by her. "Aww, the chick flick moment. Where's Dean when we need him?" he snapped, growing tired of this exchange.
"Sam has no idea," Chloe whispered, looking at her sadly then turning fierce eyes on Gordon. "Why the hell are you doing this?" she demanded.
"Why?" he shouted, his voice reverberating off the walls of the small room. "Because Sam Winchester is evil and should die, that's why!!"
Sarah shook with the anger of his words, her heart crushed over losing the man she loved, no matter who or what he was.
"The only evil one in this scenario is you," she snapped hatefully. "You're the one who murdered your own sister in cold blood. Now what? You're just pissed and jealous that Dean and Sam have each other and you have no one? You're a sick son of a bitch!"
"What the hell do you know about it?" he demanded, getting in her face. "A vamp killed my sister... and I watched her turn into one and had no choice but to stake her into oblivion. That wasn't cold blood, you bitch."
Sarah's head snapped up, her bloodshot eyes red with fury. "Shut up, you bastard," she hissed.
"It was if she wasn't feeding off of humans," Chloe whispered. "Not everything's in black and white!"
"You talk to much," he growled, ripping off a piece of duct tape and pulling it over Chloe's mouth. He then proceeded to do the same to Sarah.
Deep inside her mind, Sarah wept for Sam. He'd be devastated, and how could she handle his reaction when she couldn't stop crying? Her shoulders shook with anxiety and dread of the things to come. She loved him, though... it wouldn't have hurt so much if she didn't.
Chloe struggled against her bonds, ignoring the pain as they rubbed her wrists raw. She had to get them free. She promised she'd help Dean protect Sam. And she'd be damned if she'd let him down.
&&&&&&&&
Dean had been pacing back and forth across the hotel room floor for what seemed like an eternity. He didn't have a clue where to start looking for the girls, and the fact that Sam had all but killed him about the real reason for his hesitation was proving too great a burden to bear. He felt like a caged tiger, desperate to break forth and spring on his prey but unable to.
So when his cell phone chirped to life, he yanked it open like his life depended on it. Because it did. If Chloe died, he might as well, too. She had *become* his life, dammit. "Gordon, you better tell me where the hell they are," he growled into the earpiece.
Sam's eyes darkened and he moved closer to his brother, trying to hear what the other man was saying.
"Oh, they're safe. Don't worry, Dean." Gordon smirked.
Moving to Sam and putting the phone between them, he snarled, "Put them on the phone. Now, Gordon." He heard a low chuckle and wished he could reach through the phone and strangle that maniacal bastard.
"Fine, you wanna talk to your girl?" Gordon hissed on the other line. "Might be the last time you talk to her if I don't get what I want." He moved over to Chloe and ripped the tape off her mouth brutally. He then held the phone to her head. "Speak."
Wincing, Chloe glared at him. "Dean, we're okay. Don't do it!" she said fiercely.
"Chloe!" Dean all but screamed into the phone, a rush of relief flooding through him on hearing her voice.
"That's enough outta you," Gordon growled, glaring at Chloe but putting a finger to his lips to keep her quiet. "Does Sammy want to talk to his... woman?" The thought was nearly impossible for him to fathom.
"Gimme the phone, Dean," Sam snapped, making a grab for it.
Dean let the phone go, seeing a spark in Sam's eyes that, frankly, scared him. And Dean Winchester didn't scare easily.
"Sarah? Are you there?" he asked, fear in his voice.
"Oh, Sammy, you scared for her?" Gordon taunted, ripping the tape roughly off Sarah's mouth. He chuckled when she whimpered slightly in pain.
"You hurt her and I'll kill you, Gordon," he said without any hint of joking.
"Not if I get to you first," he replied with a confident tone in his voice. He then shoved the phone in her face.
Sarah shook, her entire body still in shock over Gordon's revelation. And Chloe's agreement with it. "S-Sammy?" she whispered, her voice trembling and pleading.
"It's okay, Sarah. We're gonna find you. Everything's gonna be all right," he promised, his heart pounding at the sound of her frightened voice.
Chloe bit down hard on her lower lip as she struggled with the ropes behind her.
"Please, Sam, don't come for me," she whispered, the knowledge that Gordon wanted Sam dead more painful than she could bear. Better she die helping him. She noticed Chloe struggling free out of the corner of her eyes and slowly started formulating a plan.
"Happy now?" Gordon demanded, taking the phone away from Sarah. "They're alive, now give me what I want."
"What the hell do you want?" Sam demanded.
Gordon's dark laughter reverberated throughout the small, confining room. "Oh, this is rich. Dean hasn't told you?"
"Told me what?" His gaze lifted to look at his older brother, his heart clenching.
"Put big brother on the phone," Gordon replied, ignoring Sam's question.
Sarah's eyes, large as saucers, turned to Chloe, who looked like she was slowing getting free from her bonds.
Chloe looked back at her. "We need a plan," she whispered.
"I have one," she whispered back, nodding in Gordon's direction.
"Dean, you bring Sam with you to the warehouse under the Riverwalk in an hour, or these two will not see the light of day. Got that?"
"Fuck you, Gordon," Dean snapped, his voice glittering with the anger he wanted to take out on that miserable psycho. "Fine. One hour." He snapped his phone shut and only glanced at Sam.
"All right. What the hell is going on, Dean? What does he want?" Sam demanded, his eyes dark. "What are you not telling me?"
There was no other way: he had to know. Lifting his eyes to his brother, Dean smiled sadly. "Something... about you, Sam."
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What about me?"
How *did* you tell your brother he was half-demon? Dean briefly wondered, keeping his eyes focused on his worried brother. He knew, deep down, once Sam found out, there'd be no going back. And he would probably try to sacrifice himself to save Sarah and Chloe.... just like he would do, himself. "Sam, I lied when I told you Dad didn't tell me anything before he died. He did... and he made me promise not to tell you."
Sam stared at him for several moments in stunned silence. "Dean, what did he tell you?" he whispered.
"He told me... Sam, Dad said you were... part... demon." The words came out slowly and painfully. He looked away, unable to stand the look that crossed Sam's face.
"What?" He slowly sat down on the bed. "Dean, how is that even...how is that possible?"
"I don't know, dude. But Dad said that Demon's after you. He didn't tell me for what, but..." He swallowed hard. "I think it's why Gordon wants you dead."
"He took the girls because of me." His voice was quiet, distant.
"They're the bait." Lifting his eyes, Dean saw the haunted, utterly desolate look he knew he'd see on Sam's face. Moving to him, Dean grabbed his shoulder and shook him. "We have to get the girls, but not at your expense. I'd die first."
Sam pulled away from him, slowly rising to his feet. "If Gordon wants to make a trade, we're making the trade, Dean." There was resolve in his voice.
He knew that tone. He'd heard it way too many times to know once Sam had made up his mind, there was no going back. He sighed, deeply troubled. The weight on his shoulders felt like an ever-increasing load of stone, threatening to crush him at any moment. "Okay," he replied simply, his heart heavy. "But Gordon's dead, mark my words." He grabbed his jacket, making sure his gun was loaded and ready.
Sam didn't hesitate as he headed for the door. What happened didn't matter. As long as Chloe and Sarah and Dean were safe...he'd be at peace with whatever went down.
