Summary: "It's scary how your own mind doesn't even agree with your actions anymore." Gordon didn't know right from wrong these days. All he knew was the 'voice' telling him Sam Winchester must die. Set Season 2. Crazy Gordon/Limp Sam/Protective Dean
I created the sound of madness, wrote the book on pain
Somehow I'm still here to explain
That the darkest hour never comes in the night
You can sleep with a gun
When you gonna wake and fight… for yourself? …Sound of Madness
Gordon paced his motel room with anxiety. He was strung out on a small thread, the 'voice' had told him no warned him not to think about the kill or any thing pertaining to it. He just couldn't get images of Sam Winchester dying out of his head. Was this a bad thing? He thought not. The 'voice' told him to stay put, not to leave the motel. What the hell was he suppose to do then? He couldn't let Roy enjoy all the fun, no Roy couldn't have Sam. Sam was his, promised to him. He had to get to Farmland, to get what's promised to him, Roy can't have him. "He's mine!" Gordon yelled as he grabbed his jacket and ran out the door to his truck.
Roy sat at his desk reading an old newspaper; he wasn't expecting any more outbursts today. He set Dean in his place, and he enjoyed it. This was fun; he hadn't done a job like this in a long time. Especially with these circumstances, considering the fierce protective manor of the older boy. It will be a tough feet to distract him long enough for Gordon to do his biddings but he could do it. He'd just have to give it time, it's a simple game of cat and mouse.
Gordon was a good deal away from Indiana but he didn't care, all that mattered was killing Sam Winchester. Even thinking about it gave him chills made him smile delightedly.
"Gordon! What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm sorry master I cannot wait anymore. Roy is taking Sam away from me, Sam is mine." Gordon was disobeying his superiors, but it was the story of his life. He could hear the disbelief in 'its' tone.
"Sorry? You just screwed your chances, because of jealousy."
"No, don't say that. I know I'm right, and I'm sorry but I know this must be done. Roy was not chosen you said it yourself. It was me I must do this, it is time." Gordon said with determination as he kept his eyes on the road ahead.
"I understand your concerns, and you are right it is you. I do not agree with your plans and will have no consent with what you are doing. If you think it's just then so be it. If it doesn't work out don't come knocking on my door."
"Thank you, thank you." Gordon pleaded to the open air. The 'voice' was gone again leaving him to muse in his thoughts. It gave him some strength that the 'voice' understood his logic but it made him even more deadly that the 'voice' believes that the plan won't pull through. He never did well with some one telling him he couldn't accomplish something. Gordon grinned as he passed a sign for Illinois.
"Dean what's up with you lately man?" Sam asked as he scrolled down the lab-top at least trying to get evidence for the hunt. Dean had given up on it early this morning when he been told there had been no more motels.
"What do you mean I'm fine?" Dean scoffed, just because he wasn't into researching doesn't mean there was something wrong with him.
"Well for one, you tried to get us a new motel because of decor. You almost killed the desk clerk with your looks. And I've been banned to go out of this room by myself. I mean what's gotten into you?" He stopped looking at the computer to stare at his brother, there was obviously something Dean wasn't telling him and he hated they gone back to the secrets gig.
"Sam." He gave a tired sigh; he wasn't in the mood for this. He had good intentions and he wish that Sam would just follow him blindly like he use too. He didn't want to freak Sam out with his paranoia in any way so he had to make up lies; I mean that's what big brothers are for.
"I get it, it's another one of those 'if I told you I have to kill you' type deals. It's ok, I'm all game, and I trust you." Sam smiled appreciatively even though it cracked his heart that Dean couldn't tell him what was bothering him. He trusted Dean with his life he wished that Dean just put a little faith into him sometimes.
It pained Dean to see the hurt look splash across his little brothers face but he did what had to be done. This was what had to be done right? Fuck his own mind was messing with him. "You finding any thing on this hunt yet?" He changed the subject quickly as he got up to stand beside Sam.
"No actually a bunch of nothing. It seems to me we're grasping at thin air Dean." Sam retorted as he looked over the information again. He himself was in doubt of this so called hunt that Bobby was in dire need of them doing.
"Just keep trying ok, why else would Bobby send us a frantic text to come to Indiana?" Dean shrugged as he paced the motel. He really was curious, Bobby wasn't that old school but texting come on, that's pushing it a bit. Animal mutilations as well, Bobby knows that normally wasn't their gig.
"Wait a minute did you say texting?" Sam looked up with fear in his eyes as he closed the lap-top suddenly.
"Why what's wrong?" Dean looked over as he saw fear splash over Sam's eyes. This can't be good.
"Dean, Bobby doesn't have texting on his phone." Sam replied as he looked up to Dean for answers.
"Well shit!" Dean ground out as he realized what his head's been telling him all along, they've been baited into a god damn trap.