Post by Dean Winchester on Dec 31, 2013 15:55:38 GMT -5
"Hey!"
Dean and Rebecca had sprinted as fast as they could possibly go from the sewers back to Rebecca's parents' place only to find that every single entrance way had been locked.The sounds of the fight within were not hard to miss and Dean, in a panic at losing Sam, simply gave up on trying to open the door normally and lifted one leg, smashing down the front door with that instead. The unexpected break in coupled with Dean's shout was enough to distract the shifter into lifting its head and turning around to see who the party crasher was.
"He's not your brother douchewad. And no body beats the crap out of him except for me." And with that, Dean fired a pure silver bullet straight into the shifter's heart. And then another three just for good measure.
When he was sure that the shifter was dead, he put his gun down on the one table that hadn't been broken and hurried over to where Sam was lying on his back. A gash on his cheek and a few scratches on his arms had joined the bruise on his forehead. Dean held out one hand, Sam clasped it with one of his own, and together they managed to pull Sam into a standing position. "You ok?"
Sam rolled out his shoulders, opened and shut his mouth a few times, testing his jaw, and wiped blood from the gash on his face with one sleeve. "Fine." Over Dean's shoulder, Sam could see Rebecca still standing frozen in the open doorway. Dean could tell he wanted a minute alone with her so he let the two of them talk while he stared down at the dead shifter, still having a hard time getting over looking at himself. He wondered how twins did it.
Dean and Rebecca had sprinted as fast as they could possibly go from the sewers back to Rebecca's parents' place only to find that every single entrance way had been locked.The sounds of the fight within were not hard to miss and Dean, in a panic at losing Sam, simply gave up on trying to open the door normally and lifted one leg, smashing down the front door with that instead. The unexpected break in coupled with Dean's shout was enough to distract the shifter into lifting its head and turning around to see who the party crasher was.
"He's not your brother douchewad. And no body beats the crap out of him except for me." And with that, Dean fired a pure silver bullet straight into the shifter's heart. And then another three just for good measure.
When he was sure that the shifter was dead, he put his gun down on the one table that hadn't been broken and hurried over to where Sam was lying on his back. A gash on his cheek and a few scratches on his arms had joined the bruise on his forehead. Dean held out one hand, Sam clasped it with one of his own, and together they managed to pull Sam into a standing position. "You ok?"
Sam rolled out his shoulders, opened and shut his mouth a few times, testing his jaw, and wiped blood from the gash on his face with one sleeve. "Fine." Over Dean's shoulder, Sam could see Rebecca still standing frozen in the open doorway. Dean could tell he wanted a minute alone with her so he let the two of them talk while he stared down at the dead shifter, still having a hard time getting over looking at himself. He wondered how twins did it.
