Hello Yesterday 13/?
Chapter 13
"It's over Sam." Gordon said but Sam didn't really hear him. His gaze was fixed on the gun aimed at him. For a brief second he wondered how often he had faced death to be this calm in a situation like this but in the end it didn't matter. He only regretted that he couldn't save Dean.
Their plan had been stupid and reckless to begin with and he should have never expected it to work. But Dean had been so optimistic, had told him that everything would be alright. And Sam had believed him.
With a faint smile on his lips Sam lifted his eyes and met Gordon's gaze.
The gunshot bellowed through the construction site and echoed from the bare walls. Sam braced himself for the impact which never came.
He hadn't realized that he'd screwed his eyes shut but when he heard the scream he dared to open them again.
First thing he noticed was that nothing hurt but somewhere in his mind he knew that that probably meant that he was in shock. But then he saw Gordon on the ground, holding his left leg with one hand and trying to free the other one, the one with the gun, from underneath him. To shoot Sam, there was no doubt about that.
Instinct took over and he kicked the gun out of Gordon's hand the moment he raised it.
"Don't move, asshole!" Dean's voice overlapped with Gordon's grunt of pain.
"Dean." Hysterical laughter bubbled in Sam's chest when he heard his brother's voice. "He didn't kill you."
"Not thanks to lack of trying." Still on the ground Dean rolled to his side but held his gun steadily aimed at Gordon. "Get his gun."
"Right." Sam hurried to get Gordon's and his own and only when Sam had his gun trained at Gordon, Dean worked himself to an upright position. There was blood on his arm and he moved like he was in pain.
"How bad did he get you?" Sam asked but didn't dare to have a closer look. Who knew what Gordon would come up with given the chance. At least Dean didn't look like he was in immediate danger of dying.
"Just winged me." Dean was standing now but held his left arm protectively at his side. To support the arm or his ribs Sam couldn't tell. However, he did notice that Dean had settled for shallow breaths for now. That would be one hell of bruise later maybe even a cracked rib but at least Dean was alive.
"Told you the plan would work." Dean seemed satisfied with the result. "Remind me to thank Bobby for being paranoid. This military stuff does come in handy." He poked at the whole in his shirt. The bullet would have gone straight through the heart if it hadn't been stopped by the bulletproof vest Dean was wearing under his shirt.
Under his breath Dean muttered something that could have been "Thanks, Eastwood." but Sam wasn't sure about that.
From the ground Gordon was staring at them, now clutching his wounded leg with both hands.
He needs a hospital, Sam thought but wasn't sure if he cared. Was he a man who would care? He didn't know. Judging by the hateful glare he got from Gordon, he expected the worst from Sam.
"Were is Bobby?" Dean asked in a cold voice. "And he better be alive."
Gordon took his time to turn his attention to Dean.
"He's alive." Gordon spat at him. "In the back."
"What are we going to do now?" Sam asked, the gun suddenly heavy in his sweaty hands. Gordon had kidnapped Bobby, had shot Dean and still wanted to kill Sam. At any cost. He would be back, there as no doubt about that.
"Yeah, Sammy." Gordon sat up a little straighter. "What are you going to do now? Heard you lost your memory." Gordon sucked in his bottom lip, thinking. "Show me who you really are. The real you. Without the baggage, without the boundaries, without years of denial. Who are you, Sam?" He cocked his head, waiting for an answer.
To his surprise Dean didn't interfere. He just stood there, gun trained at Gordon, also waiting for Sam to say or do something. Dean was ready to kill Gordon, he could tell that much. If he was willing to do the same, he was not so sure.
"Show your face!" Gordon screamed at him and Sam flinched at that outburst, almost shooting him by accident. "Who are you, Sammy?"
"It's Sam." He gritted out and then knocked him out cold with one punch. It felt good.
"You still know how to throw a punch." Dean said and nudged the man on the ground with the tip of his boot just to make sure he was really out.
"He was talking too much." Sam let out a breath. "But the question still stands, what are we going to do with him now?"
It didn't look like Dean had hit a major artery but the gunshot wound in Gordon's leg was still bleeding sluggishly. He needed a hospital.
"As much as I want to kill this bastard." Dean nudged him harder one last time but when he didn't stir, he let go of Gordon. "We'll do it your way."
"And my way is?" Sam asked but at the same time images rushed into his mind.
It's Sam, he'd said the exact same words before. To a Gordon on the ground. He'd knocked him out then as well. With the but of a rifle? Yeah, he remembered the weight of the gun in his hands, the debris under his sock-clad feet. There had been explosions, traps, tripwires, grenades, but it hadn't worked. Shoes, he'd triggered them with his shoes.
Do it. Do it! Show your brother the killer you really are, Sammy. The word echo through his mind. The similarity was eery, it sent chills down his spine. But he didn't kill him then and he didn't kill him now.
"Hey, Sammy." Suddenly Dean stood close to him, ready to support him if needed. "You okay?"
"I remember the last time when he tried to get the drop on us." He washed his hand down his face, trying to wash the images from his mind as well. "He wanted me to kill him then too."
"But you didn't." Dean took Gordon's gun from Sam, he hadn't even been aware that he was still holding it, and ejected the clip. Then he wiped his prints off before he placed it on the ground.
Dean straightened up again with a grunt. He was hurting but he didn't let it show when he looked at Sam and said: "You're not a killer. You're not going dark side."
Sam wasn't so sure about that but the last minutes gave him hope.
"You would stop me if I did, right?" He couldn't help but ask. "You wouldn't let me turn into something I'm not."
At his words Dean froze and Sam knew he hit a never there. He just didn't know what nerve that was. Or maybe he did.
"I will save you." Dean said, firm and sure as if there was no doubt about it. And Sam believed him.
"There's still a warrant out for him." Dean hurried to say, breaking the moment. "We call 911 and let them take care of him. But let's find Bobby first."
Dean stayed back to keep an eye on Gordon while Sam hurried to the back of the building in search for Bobby. Dean's arm was still bleeding and even if the vest prevented him from getting shot in the chest, the impact must have hurt like hell.
Sam would have liked to get him checked out in a hospital but he knew that was out of question. So getting Dean back to the salvage yard was the next best thing. As soon as he'd found Bobby.
Musing about Dean's injuries kept him from thinking too much about the possibilities when it came to Bobby. Gordon had said that he was alive but Sam would let go of that fear when he saw the older man.
"Bobby?" Sam shouted but there was no answer. Dread settled in the pit of his stomach. "Bobby!" More urgent now but when he waited for an answer he was met with silence. Only the plastic drape flapping quietly with the draft.
"Did you find him?" Came Dean's voice from behind.
"Not yet." Sam yelled back and made another turn around a half-build wall. This was a maze. How many rooms where there?
Frustrated Sam walked through the building but kept his eyes out for tripwires. Dean would kill him if he managed to stumble into a trap now.
He didn't see or trigger anything, looked like this time Gordon had settled for element of surprise.
Then, finally, he heard something. The sound of struggle and a very muffled voice, coming from his right. Sam took off in that direction and behind a stack of wooden beams he found Bobby.
"Found him!" He yelled.
"He okay?" Came the prompt answer from Dean.
Taking in the sight in front of him Sam tried to find an answer to that.
"He's fine."
Bobby lay on his side with his hands tied behind his back. His ankles were tied as well and he was gagged. Judging by the glare Sam got for hesitating Bobby was indeed fine but there was blood in his hair and he had a shiner. So probably a concussion, maybe more. The most disturbing thing was that he'd lost his hat.
Sam went for the gag first.
"You got him, son?" Were the first words out of Bobby's mouth and to that Sam could give a honest "yes". Cutting Bobby's bindings only took a second and then he helped him to his feet.
"You okay?" Sam repeated Dean's question when the other man swayed on his feet and Sam had to steady him with a hand on his shoulder.
"Just give me a moment." Bobby took a deep breath but seemed to get his bearings rather quickly. "Where is that bastard?"
"Out cold." They started walking back to Dean but there was no need to hurry anymore so Sam forced Bobby to slow down. The older man had taken quite a blow to the head, he probably shouldn't even be upright right now.
Another candidate Sam would have liked to drag to the hospital but so far it looked like Gordon was the only one who would get proper medical attention. Sam let out a frustrated sigh and stayed close to Bobby just in case.
With every step Bobby became more securely on his feet and maybe he would get off with the shiner and a headache.
"Is he still out?" Sam asked when Dean and the man at his feet came into view. As far as he could tell Gordon hadn't moved an inch but that didn't have to mean anything.
"Sleeping like a baby." Dean answered with a smile and Gordon's phone at his ear. He told the operator where to find Gordon and that they should send an ambulance as well.
"Ready to leave?" Dean dropped the phone and together they made their way out of the building.
Sam was the only one capable of driving so he took the driver's seat with Bobby in the back and Dean slumped down in the passenger seat. By now Dean had shed his shirt, his bulletproof vest now in plain view with the bullet still embedded in the front, but his attention as on his arm. For the moment a makeshift bandana had to do for a bandage but Sam would make sure to have a look at that as soon as they were back at Bobby's. And he would have a look at Bobby's head too.
He didn't know if he even had basic medical training but for some reason he was sure that he could take care of them and for the moment that was enough.
In the rear view mirror he saw the flashing lights of the arriving police car and the ambulance and he couldn't hide a grin.
Chapter 14
Masterpost