Hello Yesterday 11/?
Chapter 11
"What are we going to do now?" Sam asked. He just had a vision of Dean's and his own death and he had no idea how to deal with that. Knowing that the person coming for them was insane didn't really help either.
"We lay low." Dean answered, the smile dying on his lips. "And we stick together, no splitting up."
"I get the feeling that there is a story behind that." Sam observed but he had no intention to leave Dean's side anyway.
"Last time he got the drop on me and used me as bait." Dean admitted after a moment of hesitation. He let out a huff and craded his fingers through his hair. "This time we'll be more careful."
Sam didn't point out that Gordon was probably counting on that. Not that he actually knew the guy but if his plan had failed last time he most likely would come up with something else.
"And I want you to have your gun." Dean interrupted his thoughts.
"My what?"
"Your gun." Dean repeated.
"I never had a gun in my hands." Sam said, the thought alone made him feel sick. Could he actually use a gun? On a person? The image of Dean lying in his own blood on the floor was vivid in his mind but he wasn't sure if he could pull the trigger.
"You have. A million times." Dean reassured him. "You're a crap shot but you can hold a gun."
Sam smacked him in the shoulder.
"Come outside." Dean jerked his head in the direction of the door. "The weapons are in the trunk."
"The trunk?" Sam hurried to catch up with him. So far Dean hadn't shown him the weapons, hadn't even mentioned them, and Sam hadn't asked. He had known that they didn't hunt monsters with their bare hands but there had been so much other stuff on his mind that he hadn't really thought about this.
"What if you get pulled over?" He hissed as if a police officer could pop out of thin air to arrest them.
Dean just smirked at him.
Curious Sam followed him outside, wrecking his brain if he'd seen the weapons Dean was talking about, but he hadn't really looked in the trunk so far.
"A false bottom." Sam nodded in approval when Dean opened the trunk and then reached for the hidden latch. "Smart." However, when Sam got a good look at the things inside the hidden compartment, he stumbled backwards.
"Holy shit." Looking around frantically if somebody was watching them Sam felt the urge to just slam it close and to never open it again. When Dean had said weapons he'd thought about a hand gun or two. Maybe a knife. A shotgun like he'd seen in the house. But this was insane. This was an arsenal. Dean was equipped for a war.
We are equipped for a war, his mind corrected. Was that an assault rifle?
"Sam." Dean was at his side in a heartbeat but Sam shrugged his comforting hand off his shoulder.
"I ..." He didn't know what to say. Had he been stupid? He had trusted Dean blindly right from the beginning. Even when he had no idea who the other man was he'd followed him like a gullible puppy. Now he wasn't so sure anymore if Dean deserved his trust. This looked more like the tools of a serial killer than a monster hunter if he was honest. Not that he knew what kind of tools a monster hunter would have in his arsenal.
That one knife case looked like it belonged to Dexter Morgan, though.
And Dean had said they needed to stop others like him if they went dark side. Human kids.
How do you decide where to draw the line?, he wondered. Was Dean any better than Gordon?
Am I better than Gordon?
"Sam?" Dean ducked his head to look him in the eye. "You with me?"
Sam only nodded, not looking at the car, and tried to compose himself.
"Memory?" Dean asked with sympathy in his voice.
"No." He shook his head, his own voice sounded strange in his ears. "It's just ..." He had no idea how to describe the uneasy feeling in his guts.
Glancing back over his shoulder Dean seemed to get what the problem was.
"Yeah." He tried again to lay his hand on Sam's shoulder and this time he welcomed the touch. "Want me to show you what this is all for?"
"Do we have time for that?" Sam asked, not sure how soon the vision would become reality. If it would become reality. He was determined to not let that happen. And if he needed a gun for that so be it. He straightened and stepped back to the car.
"I don't know." Dean answered his question and stood beside him. "Sometimes there is almost no time between your vision and when it actually happens, sometimes we have a day or two." He shrugged but there was something in his posture that caught Sam's attention.
"What?" He asked so focused on Dean that he took the gun the other man was offering to him without a second thought.
"It's just." Dean hesitated, clearly debating with himself if he should tell Sam what was on his mind or not. "Nothing."
"Dean." Sam insisted and inserted the clip in the gun without losing focus on Dean. "What is it?"
Sam didn't know what he'd seen in other visions. Maybe this was just the thought of his own possible death that was on Dean's mind, for sure it was on Sam's mind. Nobody liked to think about their own death.
"Your visions." Dean finally said. "They always involve one of the kids like you."
"You said that before." Sam reminded him.
Dean kept his eyes on his hands which were busy loading his own gun.
"This is the first time you saw something regarding yourself." With more force than necessary he closed the trunk.
"What does that mean?" Sam followed him deeper into the junk yard. Dean walked in front of him, shoulders tense and with an angry stride, he had to hurry to keep up with him.
"I don't know." Dean tried to say it as if it wasn't really important but Sam couldn't shake off the feeling that Dean was scared. Not for himself, not because he could die. Because of what might happen to Sam.
"Okay, let's see if you still can handle a gun." Dean stopped at the last outskirts of Bobby's property and nodded towards an old wreck of a car. "Try to hit the door."
Sam looked down at the gun in his hand, only now fully realizing that he had it in his hand the whole time. And that he'd loaded it.
Setting his jaw he placed his feet firmly on the ground and raised the gun. He could do this. If he wanted to save Dean he needed to do this.
The gun felt heavy in his hand and he stabilized his aim with the other one. Yeah, that felt better. Taking a deep breath he pointed the gun at the door. It wasn't far away and it was a rather big target, he could do this.
Body tense in anticipation of the recoil he pulled the trigger. Nothing happened.
"You have to switch the safety off." Dean said with barely concealed amusement.
"Oh. Right." Sam fumbled with the gun, trying to flick the safety off without accidentally pulling the trigger.
"Here." Dean showed him how to do it but that didn't really boost his confidence in this. "Relax, your body knows what to do."
It sounded like some Yoda crap but Sam forced himself to relax. He had inserted the clip without even noticing, his body did remember, so maybe …
Dean stepped behind him, giving Sam a clear line of fire.
Sam rolled his shoulders and raised the gun again. Then he slowly moved his finger. This time the gun fired.
The force of the recoil caught him by surprise and he almost dropped the gun.
"Did I hit it?" He asked when he'd found his footage again.
"You hit the car." Dean offered.
Sam followed his line of sight to a small hole in the heck of the car. Not even near the door he'd been aiming for.
Nodding to himself he took aim once again. He could do better than this. He needed to do better than this.
Dean didn't say a word and was just a silent presence behind him but Sam felt the confidence he had in Sam's shooting skills.
With the next shot he managed to at least hit the door. A smile crept on his lips and he fired again. And missed the door entirely.
"Stop thinking so hard." Dean spoke up behind him. "Just shoot at he center of the door."
"Okay." For the next try he didn't waste any time with aiming. He just lifted his arms, hands firmly on the gun, and fired. Only giving himself a second to steady his aim after the shot he fired again. And again.
"That's my boy." Dean cheered when he finally lowered the gun and flicked the safety back on.
Sam couldn't help the sheepish grin when he looked at the perforated door. Not all of his shots were dead center but most of them were close. If he'd been aiming for a person's chest said person would be in serious trouble right now. The smile died on his lips at that thought, Gordon Walker's face coming back to mind.
"Let's go back inside." Dean suggested and Sam slipped the gun in his waistband as if it belonged there. Together they walked back, neither of them saying a word. Sam was lost in his own thoughts. His body did remember how to handle a gun, there was no denying that, but he wasn't sure what to make out of that.
"What are we going to do now?" He asked when they'd entered the house. For some reason he felt better the second the door closed behind them.
"We stay inside." Dean answered and judging by the way his shoulders lost their tension he felt more safe inside as well. "Stick together." He shrugged. "Stay away from construction sides, I guess."
Sam forced a laugh out at that but he didn't feel at ease, not one bit.
"And keep your gun at hand. Don't hesitate to use it if that son of a bitch shows his face, we're done playing nice with him." Dean almost growled the last words.
There wasn't much they could do except for waiting for Gordon's next move. Sam sat down on the couch but didn't even try to go back to his book while Dean was pacing the room like a caged tiger.
If his vision had been about somebody else they would be on their way to save somebody, or stop somebody, a mean little voice in the back of his mind provided, but this way it was better to let Gordon come for them.
"What about the other weapons?" Sam asked more to fill the silence than anything else. "You said you would explain them to me."
"What do you want to know?" Dean stopped his pacing.
"There's a lot of stuff in the trunk." Sam still wondered how the false bottom even closed with all that stuff cramped in the hidden compartment. "We really need all of that?"
"Sure." Dean leaned against the desk.
They spent the next hour with discussing the content of their arsenal. At least it kept their mind off Gordon for a while. Waiting was the worst.
The variety of things they were prepared for did surprise Sam but he got the feeling that most of the weapons were added after they had an unprepared encounter with a monster.
"There's a lot of stuff out there we haven't seen yet." Dean said with something close to excitement in his voice.
"You're just looking forward to killing something exotic."
"At the moment I'm looking forward to killing Gordon Walker." His face went stone-cold. It sent shivers down Sam's spine.
He checked his watch just to get away from that look.
"Shouldn't Bobby be back by now?"
Chapter 12
Masterpost