Reader Gender: Any
Word Count: 2,588
- Now -
You were crouched on the landing at the top of the stairs, your gun clutched in your hands. Because of the cast on your leg, you couldn’t run, so Sam had carried you and set you down where you were now while he scoped out the situation. The two of you were hesitant to split up, but you agreed that he could move faster and swifter without carrying you around, and being so high up put you at a good vantage point above everything else. From your perch, you had a visual on the entire central area of the bunker, so hopefully you would be able to see an attack before it happened.
The bunker was quiet, apart from your heavy breathing and your heart hammering in your chest. Suddenly you heard the very faint sound of footsteps approaching from one of the hallways, headed towards you. Then a voice broke the silence.
“Y/N? Sammy? I know there’s someone close by. C’mon, let’s talk about this, huh?”
That voice only made your heart beat even louder, and you were almost sure that he could hear it. A few seconds later, Dean appeared, gun at the ready. You did your best to keep still and quiet as you aimed at him. He looked around the area, and then his green eyes lifted up, finding your own. A sly smile crept onto this face as he mirrored your actions, raising his weapon to you.
“Hey baby.” he taunted. “Whatcha doin’ all the way up there? Alone? With no way to escape?” He stepped closer and closer. “Sorry sweetheart, but I ain’t gonna go easy on you. Hope you understand.” Then he pulled the trigger.