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Gibbs stared at the two guys, one was over tall and the other over cocky, neither would ever learn this opinion though.
It was as this ran through his head that in perfect unison they drew and aimed at him, he was actually surprised at this but hey, they were "Elsie's" kids (!)
'Put that thing down before you hurt yourself, kiddo'
Dean cocked the gun.
'I only take orders from one person and he died.' No emotion, no nothing.
Gibbs almost took his eyes off the gun.
'When?'
Sam's eyes had just widened dramatically.
'Dean,' he muttered, 'imagine him 15 years younger then retract that last statement.'
Gibbs smirked as comprehension dawned on Dean.
'Uncle Gunny?' Gibbs noticed that neither lowered their weapons though. He shrugged.
'Pass the holy water then.'
He knew better than to believe they wouldn't drop some on him anyway better to drink the stuff than have to change his trousers.
Sam handed him a flask and he drunk quickly, it was warm.
Dean twitched slightly.
'Kinda ironic,' he muttered.
'What is?'
'Me and Sammy end the demon and my godfather just happens to walk into our motel room.'
Gibbs decided to say nothing, Dean was John and frankly he could do with the use of his limbs.
'I don't believe in coincidences.' Sam muttered and Dean answered.
'Me neither.'
Gibbs was about to say something when an explosion resonated around the motel room.
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