𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 > 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 {𝟏}

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"See, I was doing an exorcism down in Louisiana. A teenage girl. Seemed routine, some low-level demon. But between all the jabbering and head-spinning, the damn thing muttered something about a coming war...  I don't think it meant to. It just kind of slipped out. But it was too late... It piqued my interest. And you can really make a demon talk, you got the right tools."

Karina finally speaks harshly to Gordon, "What happened to the girl, Bram Stoker?"

"She didn't make it."

She chuckled lightly as she shook her head, "You're a son of a bitch."

Gordon stared at Karina's harsh words as he stood up. He walked over and slapped her face. She was grinning at herself, not feeling any regret against the guy due to the painful red slap. Dean looked after Karina in concern but slightly amused on the inside. "That's my mama you're talking about.'

Dean and Karina shared an amusing look with each other as Gordon continued the story again.

"Anyway... this demon tells me there are soldiers to fight in this coming war. Humans, fighting on hell's side. You believe that? I mean, they're psychics. So they're not exactly pure humans, but still, what kind of worthless scumbag you got to be to turn against your own race?'

Dean and Karina glared at Gordon silently, already knowing what he was getting into. Gordon smirked a little as he looked down on them. "But you know the biggest kick in the ass? This demon said I knew one of them-- our very own Sammy Winchester."

Dean and Karina shared a look as they both laughed softly in disbelief. Dean looked up at Gordon, "Oh, this is a whole new level of moronic, even for you."

"Yeah? Come on, Dean and Karina. I know... about Sam's visions. I know everything."

"Really? Because a demon told you?" Dean laughed, "Yeah, and it wasn't lying."

"Hey, Dean. I'm not some reckless yahoo, okay? I did my homework. Made damn sure it was true."

Karina lifted her eyebrows as she sarcastically exclaimed. "Awe... little Gordy did his homework... I'm sure Ms. Othmar would be overjoyed!"

Gordon fake grinned at Karina as he continued his sentence, "Look, Karina, you've got your Roadhouse connections, I got mine. It's how I found Sammy in the first place." Dean and Karina went silent as they looked down at the ground. Furrowing eyebrows as Gordon passed along to the corner and sat on a cushioned chair. "About a month ago, I found another one of these freaks here in town. He could deep-fry a person just by touching them."

"Yeah, did he kill anyone?" asked Dean.

"Well, besides Mr. Tinkles the cat? No, but he was working up to it. They're going to be killers, guys. We've got to take them all out, and that means Sammy, too." He cocked his rifle.

"You think Sam was stupid enough to walk through the front door?"

"No, I don't. Especially since I'm sure you found a way to warn him." Dean and Karina looked at Gordon as they were both caught up. "Ha. You really think I'm that stupid?'

Dean raised his eyebrows, meaningfully as Karina stared at Gordon, not giving him anything. He stood up and then started pacing around the room. "No... Sammy's going to scope the place, see me covering the front door. So he's gonna take the back and when he does, he'll hit the tripwire.'

"Then..." Dean and Karina looked up at Gordon as he reached a grande from his bag, "... boom."

Karina shook her head as she grinned to herself. Knowing that Sam was smart about it. "He's not going to fall for a simple tripwire. He went to Stanford, crying out loud."