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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 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 up and fight…for yourself?…Sound of Madness
Gordon pulled down the long strip of highway leading to his destination, it was smooth sailing from here. The motel was at the end of the strip and he would be there very soon. The 'voice' stopped talking, but he did not seem to care any more. He only had one goal in mind. He knew Roy would do his job but he had to get Roy out of the way, he couldn't let him get his most precious prize now could he? Gordon grinned to himself as the silence eased his mind.
Dean sat with his head hung low, the sign of defeat already leaking out of his posture. He was not one to quickly give up or admit when he needs help but it seems as if this time he needed desperate help. Roy had since left giving him no clue as to what will be happening later when Gordon is too arrive. The silence scared him; it ate away at his very core. Knowing that Gordon was coming to have his way with his brother sent shivers down his spine. He had no clue what condition Sam was in; Roy only hinted that he knocked Sam out but with what he didn't know. Of course, Roy could be lying through his redneck teeth and he could have done much worse then described. Dean mused in his thoughts until the sound of a door being busted open suddenly sent his eyes searching for where the noise had come from.
Sam struggled against his bonds as he arched his back, trying to find a release in the strong fibers but his attempts were futile. It only left him dazed and breathless, straining to pull in oxygen through just his nose. He knew that Dean must be in a similar situation and that did not help his breathing, it made him hyperventilate with worry. He only hoped that Dean could figure this mess out before he kills over from lack of oxygen or much worse.
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 up
When you gonna wake up and fight….Sound of Madness.
Gordon pulled up to the Country Inn and slowly gathered up his gear. He did not want to go in half-cocked. He wanted Roy to see what a success he was; he wanted Dean to see the evil that lies in his brother. He wanted the whole damn world to see how great he was for once, he killed things all his life and yet no gratitude would ever be thrown his way. Gordon frowned as he remembered the faint memory ever so long ago, one that he wishes not to relive. He was a determined hunter, set to kill every evil thing. Yet he fell into a spiel of expecting gratification for what he done and when he received none he became angry, belligerent, lost in a world of darkness and silence. Until the 'voice' found him, he didn't know if his mind made the damn thing up or not but he didn't care, at that point he wanted someone to recognize his greatness and the 'voice' bathed him in love and gratification. Telling him of all the great accomplishments that he shall achieve in life, when he crossed paths with Dean and Sam Winchester the 'voice' out right told him all about Sammy's little secret and how evil he really was. The damn kid was saving vampires for god sakes that had to ring alarm bells. Gordon smiled to himself, as his goal shall be accomplished.
He hoisted the bag on his shoulder and busted down the front door smiling to see Dean's head bob up at the noise.
"Gordon you sonofabitch!" Dean seethed as he saw what made the noise. The cocky man just strode in as if he won a million bucks, boy would he give anything to wipe the look off his face.
"Sorry Deano I got more important things to do." Gordon winked as he looked around for where Roy might be.
"I swear to you if you lay one finger on him I'll rip your throat out!" Dean yelled as he too searched for Roy, the man may have got them in this mess in the first place but he did seem to have some compassion.
"I'll do more then that Dean, I'll make him so uncomfortable he'll be begging the good lords name." Gordon smiled as Dean lashed out at him. He turned around when a hand clasped on his shoulder. "Alright Gordy that's enough, you came here to do something go do it." Roy sighed; the damn liquor was supposed to help not make things worse. He felt the ever increasing need to stop what was going on, and he didn't like that feeling at all.
"Of course Roy, you'll stay down here with motor mouth?" Gordon asked tentatively as the vivid dream of him being shot was still in his mind.
"Yes, now go on he's in room 14." Roy sighed as he rubbed his aching head, damn liquor, damn pity party, damnit to hell.
"No, please Roy say something, do something damnit! You said it yourself you don't agree with this…please." Dean's pleas went on deaf ears as Gordon strode up the stairs his loud steps each an echo of his failure.
Roy looked up to where Gordon disappeared and looked back at the heartbroken man before him. God damn young kids and their puppy dog eyes.
"Please, just do something." Dean pleaded as he did his best impression of Sam's puppy dog eyes but it seems Roy may be immune to them.
"Listen kid, I'm in a corner with my hands tied." Roy put his hands up in mock surrender dragging over a chair. He had some time to think, Gordon works slow, methodical, and he would want to eat this hunt up for a long time. They had time if he should change his mind but that is a big damn if. Of course, he is never drinking that off brand of whiskey again that's for sure.
Chapter Ten
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 up and fight…for yourself?…Sound of Madness
Gordon pulled down the long strip of highway leading to his destination, it was smooth sailing from here. The motel was at the end of the strip and he would be there very soon. The 'voice' stopped talking, but he did not seem to care any more. He only had one goal in mind. He knew Roy would do his job but he had to get Roy out of the way, he couldn't let him get his most precious prize now could he? Gordon grinned to himself as the silence eased his mind.
Dean sat with his head hung low, the sign of defeat already leaking out of his posture. He was not one to quickly give up or admit when he needs help but it seems as if this time he needed desperate help. Roy had since left giving him no clue as to what will be happening later when Gordon is too arrive. The silence scared him; it ate away at his very core. Knowing that Gordon was coming to have his way with his brother sent shivers down his spine. He had no clue what condition Sam was in; Roy only hinted that he knocked Sam out but with what he didn't know. Of course, Roy could be lying through his redneck teeth and he could have done much worse then described. Dean mused in his thoughts until the sound of a door being busted open suddenly sent his eyes searching for where the noise had come from.
Sam struggled against his bonds as he arched his back, trying to find a release in the strong fibers but his attempts were futile. It only left him dazed and breathless, straining to pull in oxygen through just his nose. He knew that Dean must be in a similar situation and that did not help his breathing, it made him hyperventilate with worry. He only hoped that Dean could figure this mess out before he kills over from lack of oxygen or much worse.
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 up
When you gonna wake up and fight….Sound of Madness.
Gordon pulled up to the Country Inn and slowly gathered up his gear. He did not want to go in half-cocked. He wanted Roy to see what a success he was; he wanted Dean to see the evil that lies in his brother. He wanted the whole damn world to see how great he was for once, he killed things all his life and yet no gratitude would ever be thrown his way. Gordon frowned as he remembered the faint memory ever so long ago, one that he wishes not to relive. He was a determined hunter, set to kill every evil thing. Yet he fell into a spiel of expecting gratification for what he done and when he received none he became angry, belligerent, lost in a world of darkness and silence. Until the 'voice' found him, he didn't know if his mind made the damn thing up or not but he didn't care, at that point he wanted someone to recognize his greatness and the 'voice' bathed him in love and gratification. Telling him of all the great accomplishments that he shall achieve in life, when he crossed paths with Dean and Sam Winchester the 'voice' out right told him all about Sammy's little secret and how evil he really was. The damn kid was saving vampires for god sakes that had to ring alarm bells. Gordon smiled to himself, as his goal shall be accomplished.
He hoisted the bag on his shoulder and busted down the front door smiling to see Dean's head bob up at the noise.
"Gordon you sonofabitch!" Dean seethed as he saw what made the noise. The cocky man just strode in as if he won a million bucks, boy would he give anything to wipe the look off his face.
"Sorry Deano I got more important things to do." Gordon winked as he looked around for where Roy might be.
"I swear to you if you lay one finger on him I'll rip your throat out!" Dean yelled as he too searched for Roy, the man may have got them in this mess in the first place but he did seem to have some compassion.
"I'll do more then that Dean, I'll make him so uncomfortable he'll be begging the good lords name." Gordon smiled as Dean lashed out at him. He turned around when a hand clasped on his shoulder. "Alright Gordy that's enough, you came here to do something go do it." Roy sighed; the damn liquor was supposed to help not make things worse. He felt the ever increasing need to stop what was going on, and he didn't like that feeling at all.
"Of course Roy, you'll stay down here with motor mouth?" Gordon asked tentatively as the vivid dream of him being shot was still in his mind.
"Yes, now go on he's in room 14." Roy sighed as he rubbed his aching head, damn liquor, damn pity party, damnit to hell.
"No, please Roy say something, do something damnit! You said it yourself you don't agree with this…please." Dean's pleas went on deaf ears as Gordon strode up the stairs his loud steps each an echo of his failure.
Roy looked up to where Gordon disappeared and looked back at the heartbroken man before him. God damn young kids and their puppy dog eyes.
"Please, just do something." Dean pleaded as he did his best impression of Sam's puppy dog eyes but it seems Roy may be immune to them.
"Listen kid, I'm in a corner with my hands tied." Roy put his hands up in mock surrender dragging over a chair. He had some time to think, Gordon works slow, methodical, and he would want to eat this hunt up for a long time. They had time if he should change his mind but that is a big damn if. Of course, he is never drinking that off brand of whiskey again that's for sure.
Chapter Ten
