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cherry916Title: Mind Numbing
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'm so sick of this tombstone mentality
If there's an afterlife it'll set you free
But I'm not gonna part the sea's
You're a self-fulfilling prophecy…Sound of Madness
Gordon drove into the town of Farmland breaking every little traffic law that the town had. He didn't care he had one goal in mind; kill Sam Winchester. The motel wasn't that far away only a couple miles and at the rate he was going he would be there in a good hour or so. Soon he would fulfill his destiny and the 'voice' will come back and congratulate him on an excellent kill. Soon, very soon.
Roy finished tying up Dean without a cinch. He would torment the kid up until Gordon decided to arrive. He knew the only way to torment him was to make insults or rude comments about his brother and that put a smile on his face. He started to make his way up the stairs to where their room was to tie Sam up as well and get him ready for Gordon, it's what he did, he fixed the job up all pretty so they can come in for the kill.
Sam paced the room anxiously waiting for his brother to return, he had been gone for over 30 minutes. It worried him that whatever Dean thought was messing with them may have needed more then two hands. He paced for about another 5 minutes when he heard a soft knock on the door. He knew that it wasn't his brother's knock right off the bat, so he grabbed the knife under Dean's pillow and went up to the door to try and get an upper hand on what was out there. Before he had time to even open it the door was flung violently backwards hitting him in the face causing him to stumble and drop the knife.
"Sammy, long time no see boy." Roy smiled as he watched the kid try and get his bearings.
Sam was disoriented and felt his face and grimaced when he noted the blood running from his nose. He looked up to see who the hell hit him with the door but he was seeing double. When the room finally merged into one he finally saw the end of a shotgun connecting with his skull. He slumped to the ground, his mind going to Dean hoping he was ok but just knowing that he wasn't.
"Sammy boy that was too easy." Roy laughed as he dropped his shotgun and began to pick up the limp body. He let out a grunt as he noted the weight behind it. "God damn son stay off the candy." He strained under the weight but managed to get him to a bed. He spread his arms and legs eagle style like Gordon wanted and checked his pockets for a cloth of some kind for his mouth. "Well shit." He cursed, noticing he forgot one. "Well Sammy I hope you don't mind duct tape." Roy then went to the closets in the room and scrounged around for some duct tape he knew was lying in one of these closets. "Ah ha." He remarked, as he pulled a roll out blowing off the dust. "Hope you don't mind the dust either." He tore a piece and placed it upon the youngest mouth. "You sure are a lot of work; you took a good 10 minutes of my time boy." Roy ground out as he was itching to go wake Dean and piss him off to no end.
You think that by crying to me
Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe
You've been infected by a social disease
Well, then take your medicine…Sound of Madness
Gordon gripped his steering wheel hard because he just got stopped by a god damn cop for speeding. What the hell odds are that? Didn't the cop know there were important matters in the world to be tended to. Of course the cop had to be a redneck asshole, this damn Farmland bullshit was giving him a headache. He needed to focus, to be strong. "How can you focus when you're in a town with hillbilly morons?" Gordon asked himself as he was delayed a good 30 minutes, damn those hillbillies. He shook his fist at the air as if giving himself justice.
"You didn't answer me.""I wouldn't abandon you on a kill like this not after all our training."
"Thanks I'm glad to hear that." Gordon smiled at that knowing he wasn't in this alone.
"I want to make it known that I do not think you will succeed tonight."
"What?" He stammered as he slowed down on the gas a little. "Of course I'll succeed." He was going to succeed if it killed him.
"Have I ever been wrong?"
"Good point." Gordon gulped as he picked up speed again trying to make up the time he lost.
Dean awoke slowly as he shook his head trying to get the cobwebs out of it.
"Dean you're awake." Roy gleefully said as he watched the young hunter try to clear his head.
"Wha?" Dean looked up to be met with the face of the desk clerk. It suddenly came back to him in a painful memory of the encounter they had…his chest began to throb mercifully and he tried to lift his hands to massage it but noticed they were tied behind his back. "You sonofabitch, what the hell is this." Dean ground out as he yanked on his bound hands. He was worried about his brother and if he was still safe in their room or not.
"You see Dean; I knew you figure it out sooner or later." Roy chimed as he grabbed a chair to sit down in front of him.
"What? That you baited us here sent us a false text. All for what, huh?" That was the confusing part, he knew who did it but the reason why was still a mystery he hoped that he only had to deal with him.
"Ah, you see that's where your wrong Dean ole' boy." Roy smiled as Dean tried to wiggle his way out of the rope. "Your not getting free Dean so don't even try."
"How do you know our names, how do you know us?"
"A little friend called in for help and I just couldn't refuse the offer at hand."
"Who damnit that's all you've been saying, who?" Dean yelled. Since he wasn't getting nowhere with getting free, might as well sit for story time.
"A guy named Gordon Walker, I believe you know him." Roy smiled as anger and fear flashed across Dean's face.
"What?" Dean asked in disbelief, he had to be kidding. He did not just say that name.
"I'm not lying Dean ole' boy, your old pal Gordon is coming soon to off that brother of yours, says he's the damn anti-christ." Roy's face hardened as he said the words. Normally he doesn't let other hunters opinions effect his own but the way Gordon said it made him think twice.
Dean stilled as he heard the plans that were set, or in reality have been set from the get-go. "You or Gordon lay a damn finger on him I'll blow your friggin brains out." He seethed as his eyes took on a deadly steel look.
"Sorry Dean I had to get Sammy ready for Gordon had to knock him out somehow." Roy smiled as the kid lashed out at him stringing together curses he hadn't heard in years.
"You bastard you'll be hanging dead by your own damn intestines you hear me." He yelled out but his rants went on death ears, the man (which he didn't even know his name) was only trying to piss him off that probably was his job from the get-go; to distract. It was all his fault, just like last time with Gordon.. He held back tears as they threatened to fall. "Tell me why did this job appeal to you." He asked quietly as he looked down, finding the floor more interesting at the moment.
"You see I make a living out of distracting people, or being a major pain in the ass." Roy smirked as that got a chuckle. "I knew of you boy or at least heard of ya."
"News travels fast I presume." Dean questioned as he looked up to cold hard eyes.
"Of course in this line of work it does."
"Then tell me no matter what you heard about me or Sam can you really look at Sam and call him the anti-christ. Huh? Look at the kid he wouldn't hurt a fly." Dean asked as he wanted to bring enlightenment to the hunting community of his bothers kindhearted nature.
"You want the truth." Roy answered back looking into concerned filled eyes suddenly feeling pity for the first time in days.
"Yes I do."
"No I don't." Roy answered smoothly.
"Then why do this, you could let us go or at least me and I can handle Gordon myself." He pleaded, maybe things would change.
"I can't Dean I owe Gordon this…I'm sorry I just can't." Roy got up and walked away from the chair.
"Please mister wait." Dean shouted and winced at the sound of his voice.
"It's Roy by the way, call me Roy." Roy smiled as he went into his office. He needed another round of whiskey.
Chapter Nine
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'm so sick of this tombstone mentality
If there's an afterlife it'll set you free
But I'm not gonna part the sea's
You're a self-fulfilling prophecy…Sound of Madness
Gordon drove into the town of Farmland breaking every little traffic law that the town had. He didn't care he had one goal in mind; kill Sam Winchester. The motel wasn't that far away only a couple miles and at the rate he was going he would be there in a good hour or so. Soon he would fulfill his destiny and the 'voice' will come back and congratulate him on an excellent kill. Soon, very soon.
Roy finished tying up Dean without a cinch. He would torment the kid up until Gordon decided to arrive. He knew the only way to torment him was to make insults or rude comments about his brother and that put a smile on his face. He started to make his way up the stairs to where their room was to tie Sam up as well and get him ready for Gordon, it's what he did, he fixed the job up all pretty so they can come in for the kill.
Sam paced the room anxiously waiting for his brother to return, he had been gone for over 30 minutes. It worried him that whatever Dean thought was messing with them may have needed more then two hands. He paced for about another 5 minutes when he heard a soft knock on the door. He knew that it wasn't his brother's knock right off the bat, so he grabbed the knife under Dean's pillow and went up to the door to try and get an upper hand on what was out there. Before he had time to even open it the door was flung violently backwards hitting him in the face causing him to stumble and drop the knife.
"Sammy, long time no see boy." Roy smiled as he watched the kid try and get his bearings.
Sam was disoriented and felt his face and grimaced when he noted the blood running from his nose. He looked up to see who the hell hit him with the door but he was seeing double. When the room finally merged into one he finally saw the end of a shotgun connecting with his skull. He slumped to the ground, his mind going to Dean hoping he was ok but just knowing that he wasn't.
"Sammy boy that was too easy." Roy laughed as he dropped his shotgun and began to pick up the limp body. He let out a grunt as he noted the weight behind it. "God damn son stay off the candy." He strained under the weight but managed to get him to a bed. He spread his arms and legs eagle style like Gordon wanted and checked his pockets for a cloth of some kind for his mouth. "Well shit." He cursed, noticing he forgot one. "Well Sammy I hope you don't mind duct tape." Roy then went to the closets in the room and scrounged around for some duct tape he knew was lying in one of these closets. "Ah ha." He remarked, as he pulled a roll out blowing off the dust. "Hope you don't mind the dust either." He tore a piece and placed it upon the youngest mouth. "You sure are a lot of work; you took a good 10 minutes of my time boy." Roy ground out as he was itching to go wake Dean and piss him off to no end.
You think that by crying to me
Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe
You've been infected by a social disease
Well, then take your medicine…Sound of Madness
Gordon gripped his steering wheel hard because he just got stopped by a god damn cop for speeding. What the hell odds are that? Didn't the cop know there were important matters in the world to be tended to. Of course the cop had to be a redneck asshole, this damn Farmland bullshit was giving him a headache. He needed to focus, to be strong. "How can you focus when you're in a town with hillbilly morons?" Gordon asked himself as he was delayed a good 30 minutes, damn those hillbillies. He shook his fist at the air as if giving himself justice.
"You didn't answer me.""I wouldn't abandon you on a kill like this not after all our training."
"Thanks I'm glad to hear that." Gordon smiled at that knowing he wasn't in this alone.
"I want to make it known that I do not think you will succeed tonight."
"What?" He stammered as he slowed down on the gas a little. "Of course I'll succeed." He was going to succeed if it killed him.
"Have I ever been wrong?"
"Good point." Gordon gulped as he picked up speed again trying to make up the time he lost.
Dean awoke slowly as he shook his head trying to get the cobwebs out of it.
"Dean you're awake." Roy gleefully said as he watched the young hunter try to clear his head.
"Wha?" Dean looked up to be met with the face of the desk clerk. It suddenly came back to him in a painful memory of the encounter they had…his chest began to throb mercifully and he tried to lift his hands to massage it but noticed they were tied behind his back. "You sonofabitch, what the hell is this." Dean ground out as he yanked on his bound hands. He was worried about his brother and if he was still safe in their room or not.
"You see Dean; I knew you figure it out sooner or later." Roy chimed as he grabbed a chair to sit down in front of him.
"What? That you baited us here sent us a false text. All for what, huh?" That was the confusing part, he knew who did it but the reason why was still a mystery he hoped that he only had to deal with him.
"Ah, you see that's where your wrong Dean ole' boy." Roy smiled as Dean tried to wiggle his way out of the rope. "Your not getting free Dean so don't even try."
"How do you know our names, how do you know us?"
"A little friend called in for help and I just couldn't refuse the offer at hand."
"Who damnit that's all you've been saying, who?" Dean yelled. Since he wasn't getting nowhere with getting free, might as well sit for story time.
"A guy named Gordon Walker, I believe you know him." Roy smiled as anger and fear flashed across Dean's face.
"What?" Dean asked in disbelief, he had to be kidding. He did not just say that name.
"I'm not lying Dean ole' boy, your old pal Gordon is coming soon to off that brother of yours, says he's the damn anti-christ." Roy's face hardened as he said the words. Normally he doesn't let other hunters opinions effect his own but the way Gordon said it made him think twice.
Dean stilled as he heard the plans that were set, or in reality have been set from the get-go. "You or Gordon lay a damn finger on him I'll blow your friggin brains out." He seethed as his eyes took on a deadly steel look.
"Sorry Dean I had to get Sammy ready for Gordon had to knock him out somehow." Roy smiled as the kid lashed out at him stringing together curses he hadn't heard in years.
"You bastard you'll be hanging dead by your own damn intestines you hear me." He yelled out but his rants went on death ears, the man (which he didn't even know his name) was only trying to piss him off that probably was his job from the get-go; to distract. It was all his fault, just like last time with Gordon.. He held back tears as they threatened to fall. "Tell me why did this job appeal to you." He asked quietly as he looked down, finding the floor more interesting at the moment.
"You see I make a living out of distracting people, or being a major pain in the ass." Roy smirked as that got a chuckle. "I knew of you boy or at least heard of ya."
"News travels fast I presume." Dean questioned as he looked up to cold hard eyes.
"Of course in this line of work it does."
"Then tell me no matter what you heard about me or Sam can you really look at Sam and call him the anti-christ. Huh? Look at the kid he wouldn't hurt a fly." Dean asked as he wanted to bring enlightenment to the hunting community of his bothers kindhearted nature.
"You want the truth." Roy answered back looking into concerned filled eyes suddenly feeling pity for the first time in days.
"Yes I do."
"No I don't." Roy answered smoothly.
"Then why do this, you could let us go or at least me and I can handle Gordon myself." He pleaded, maybe things would change.
"I can't Dean I owe Gordon this…I'm sorry I just can't." Roy got up and walked away from the chair.
"Please mister wait." Dean shouted and winced at the sound of his voice.
"It's Roy by the way, call me Roy." Roy smiled as he went into his office. He needed another round of whiskey.
Chapter Nine
