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
Dean quickly opened his eyes to Gordon lying on the floor clutching his thigh. He looked up to see Roy holding the shotgun filled with rock salt.
"I can't leave you alone for one second can I boy."
"Thanks." He added as he turned around to meet Sam's wild eyes. "It's ok." He whispered as he began to tug at the ropes holding Sam hostage. "It's ok."
"That won't hold him for long you better hurry."
"Right. Sammy?" He questioned as he looked into his brothers eyes, the last of the rope being tugged off.
"I thought you were…I thought." Sam gulped as he began to move his aching limbs the blood flow just now beginning to enter them.
"Shhh I'm not dead alright, I won't let a crazy psycho take me down. You know me better then that." He smiled as he grabbed Sam's hand to help him off the bed. Sam swayed with the movement but none the less was steady which he thanked the lord above for.
"Are you ready to blow this Popsicle joint?" he asked as Sam stood to full height looking over to Roy with fear. "It's ok he's a friend. A major pain in the ass but he's ok." He chimed as a smile grew on his face.
"I heard that!"
"You going to take care of Gordon for us?" He questioned as Gordon began to stir. The man was a big baby; he was only hit in the thigh with it. Hello does getting hit in the chest ring any bells.
"Sure boy get the hell out of here. I knew country living wasn't for ya."
"Yeah, come on Sammy." He guided Sam's shocked frame to the door and down the steps he planned too get their luggage later. Now focusing on getting Sam the hell outta here.
"Gordy I knew something smelt funny with this plan." Roy boasted as he walked around the writhing frame.
"Go to the hell, I was so close!" Gordon grimaced as he felt blood trickle down his thigh. He was so close and that no brain hillbilly had to ruin it! Never again, he will be silenced.
"So close at what killing an innocent boy? You're losing it son." Roy stared on in disbelief as he watched Gordon mutter to himself.
"You will never understand! Like I told Dean you will be silenced." Gordon grinned as he felt the hilt of his knife.
"What are you talking about?"
Gordon sprung up into action as he drove the knife into Roy's throat enjoying the sucking sound it produced when he pulled it out. "That's what I'm talking about. You pay the price if you defy me." Gordon watched as blood spewed from the man's throat hitting him in the face but he didn't flinch he closed his eyes and breathed it in imagining if it was Sam's blood. Roy's body hit the floor with a thud more blood pooling around it, he stepped over it as he wiped his knife on his shirt.
"Soon Sammy, very soon." Gordon grinned as he began his decent down the stairs.
"Wha? Oh it's you, what are you doing here?" He questioned as he stopped walking.
"I'm stopping you from making a stupid decision."
"I'm going to kill Sam Winchester like you said." Gordon stated as he looked out in the window seeing the shiny black car; his mouth watered with anticipation.
"Pay attention! Do not I repeat do not go after them."
"What? Why?" He whined as he watched Dean lock the car and begin to open the door of the motel.
"Hide somewhere you idiot."
He didn't question the 'voices' authority he quickly dashed behind a corner and watched Dean descend up the stairs to retrieve his things.
"You remember the drugs Roy has inserted into drinks they have stashed in their bags?"
"Of course but what does this have to do with any of it?" He asked as he stared out into the distance puzzled. He remembered Roy told him about putting a drug in their beers they have stashed in their bags but what did this mean.
"It means that they won't have any recollection they been here or seen you."
Gordon quickly made a 'oh' face as he remembered what the particular drugs were. They were used for memory loss; Roy always used them on his victims so as not to get involved with the cops later on. The man may be a pain in the ass but he was smart.
He heard Dean curse up above and quickly descend down the stairs. He grinned as the sight of Roy dead must have upset him.
"Pay attention you idiot! What I need you to do is go back and train I thought you were ready but I was wrong."
"But…I am ready." He looked down as the 'voice' was right, he wasn't ready. He almost got himself killed. "I understand, but after that what do I do?"
"You wait patience Gordon patience."
He watched as the car pulled out of the parking lot, he moved from his hiding spot and began to go to his own car.
"When will I know when the time comes?"
"You'll know, things have a way of revealing themselves."
"Yes I understand." With that the voice was gone leaving him to travel the lonely road again. Soon he would have Sam Winchester and no one will stand in his way. He tightened his hand on the steering wheel as he drove into the darkness, the darkness was safe, and the darkness was where he belonged.
When you gonna wake up and fight…for yourself?
When you gonna wake up and fight…for yourself?…Sound of madness
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