What Goes Around...Comes Around...., Poor poor Dean. .....

This is my first short story in this realm....the idea is mine--the characters aren't.

I really hate Gordon, by the way.

Here goes--
PART 1

That sonofabitch got out....He got out....HE GOT OUT!

This whole thing--the stranger's frantic call, the demon sighting, this damned place--all a set-up.
Furious thoughts flew through Dean's mind as he ran. Had to find Sam before Gordon did.....
He vaulted over a mossy log and stopped, flattening to the cool, damp earth. He listened----heard nothing. He tried to control his breathing,--his lungs burned from the exertion. He lay in the ferns, waiting for a telltale snap or rustle that would signal Gordon's presence. Again, he held his breath and listened....
---quiet--
He carefully looked round to survey his position. All around him, the poplars grew in loose groups, with rocky ground between. Not great cover. A thin undergrowth hid boggy patches. He could just make out the outline of the roof of the shed, which meant his car was to the left--not too far.
He needed bullets. His .44 was spent-- useless. If he could just get to the damn car....

He cursed Sam for not answering his cell., then felt panic rise again--maybe he couldn't answer...
Dean crept forward a few feet, testing his momentary safety. F--king Gordon. How the hell was he loose?!

Good...a little closer to the car--to sanctuary. He crept forward again, skillfully avoiding making any sounds.

Dean was well equipped to move with stealth--his dad had drilled them in such skills.
But Gordon was no ordinary pursuer. He was a hunter,--with all the same instincts and abilities the Winchesters relied on.

He paused again. Still no sound.

The silence was shattered by the sound of his cell. He quickly flipped it open and whispered "Sam?"
He was relieved to hear his brother's tense voice.

"Where are you?" Sam whispered.

"'Bout 300 yards west of the car." He looked around quickly for some landmark. "Do you see that big dead birch?" --(yes)-- "--about 20 feet from it. "Where are you?"

Sam was almost at the car. "Do you see him?"

"Not for about ten minutes" said Dean. He continued his creeping toward his goal..
"Watch your back, Sammy. That bastard's good with that crossbow. He was---"

Dean didn't have a chance to finish his warning. A bolt struck him hard in the side of his right knee, passing through it--the wicked flanges of the steel head protruding from the other side.
The force of the blow sent him crashing down through the undergrowth with a strangled shout. He rolled several times, until his back landed hard against a splintered trunk, winding him. His cell, still open, landed in the damp earth a few yards away.

He lay with his back against the tree, trying to breathe. The solid agony from his leg disoriented him--he shook his head, trying to think,-- to assess. He reached down to the knee and felt the protruding shaft. "Sonofabitch...!"
He couldn't think--the pain was suffocating--couldn't catch his breath. He groaned and desperately
tried to position his leg to somehow lessen the hurt,-but the bolt was wedged firmly between the bones--every movement ground them against it.

All the while, Sam listened helplessly. He heard the crashing, the yell. He could hear his brother's laboured breathing. He yelled his name into the phone over and over..



Lemme know if anyone wants to read more.....

I want to read more. Great start...... Gordon's back. Can't wait for the next chapter.

YES MORE PLEASE!!!!!

Great Start...keep going!

Yes please post more

i'm with everyone else post more!!!

HOLY EFFING CRAP
hell ya post more
dean hurt!
YOU MUST POST MORE

Oh geez, i dunno, you guys. It gets worse for our hero. Are you sure you can handle it.....?

I want more. I want more. Please post more. I love it. Post more. Post more. I loved it. Keep going. Please oh please continue.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Now my knee hurts. *rubs knee*

For some reason, while I was typing that, I started saying it like "ka-nee".

The k really is the most overlooked letter. I wouldn't be silent for no one.

So I think you should keep going. I'm going to assume that Gordon got out of jail, and now he's extremely pissed an still wants to kill our long haired eye candy cuz he thinks Sam's gonna go dark side.

Hell yeah you should keep going.

More please! This is a great story!!!

can i handle it? can I handle it??
CAN I?? SHANNON?? THE ONE WHO ABOVE ALL DROOLS AT THE MENTION OF DEAN TORTURE HANDLE THINGS GETTING WORSE FOR HIM???
i think i can!!!
now update before we all have hernias (or whatever) and DIE!!

We are sick puppies--you know that, don't you....?

Ok--here ya go--but remember--I warned ya.......



PART2

--breathe in...breathe out...breathe in.......
.Dean could hear Sam's anxious voice emanating from the brush near him, but he dared not draw attention to himself by attempting to retrieve his cell.. He figured his crash and yell were enough of a spectacle--but Gordon didn't necessarily know exactly where he landed. He stayed still. He wished Sam would shut up--his voice was like a beacon that Gordon could follow right to him.

He knew he was a sitting duck--had to think---to think---
He looked around for something--anything--with which to defend himself. All he could reach was a fist sized rock, but he gripped it like a drowning man,--expecting to have to brain his adversary with it--David and Goliath style.

He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, nausea threatening to overtake him. God he hoped Sam was alright.

When he opened his eyes again, his heart sank. Gordon stood before him. He had been deafened by the hissing sound in his ears--hadn't even heard his approach.

Gordon lowered the crossbow and laughed at him. "That was easy. ...Bit rusty, are you Dean?!" He glanced down at the knee. "Ooh...sorry about that. Was aiming for your head."

Dean grimaced in reply. He prayed Sam was still on the line.

Gordon continued.."You know... I always liked you, Dean. You and I--we're really the same. But you're blind, man. Couldn't see your brother for the monster he is. I'd have left you alone....... But prison--well it changes you, Dean. I'm not a forgiving man anymore. I am gonna kill your brother. But I'm kinda pissed at you, too."

"Go to hell, you bastard....!" spat Dean. " If you so much as look at Sam---"
Gordon cut him off. "Shut up, you arrogant jackass. Look at you--what are you gonna do??!"

Dean glared back. "You under-estimate him. I guarantee you, Sam will finish this."

"Well----" Gordon said flatly. "I doubt it." He raised the crossbow. Squeezed the trigger slowly. "Oh and Dean....you go to hell."

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...uh oh......this can't be good............

OH NOOOO DEAN..... Please update soon that was one heck of a cliffie. Waiting with anticipation for the next chapter.

Oh you can't leave it there, poor poor Dean. I hope Sam kicks Gordon's butt