Previously On Supernatural…
"Stop right there!" Dean shouted and pointed his gun at the enemy. The enemy turned to face Dean and to his little brother, Sam who was standing next to him with a gun as well.
"Well, well, well! If it isn't the Winchester boys! Where's your dad at? Oh yeah! Now I remember! He's dead!" the man said with a laugh.
Dean tightened his grip on his gun. "Shut your frickin mouth bitch!" Dean yelled with venom in his voice.
The man laughed again. Dean was getting mad. This man thought it was a game. "Dean since when did you learn to talk like that?" he asked
What the hell! How did he know my name? Dean cursed.
The man turned to face Sam. Sam felt a shiver travel down as he saw the man's eyes surveying his body. The man ran his lips across his face.
"Sam… you look better now that you're all grown up." he said with lust showing in his eyes and voice.
Sam flinched as the man stepped forward. Sam took a step backwards. Dean saw his little brother's movement and knew that this man was going to do something bad to Sam. Dean didn't want to take any chances so he raised his gun towards the man with his finger towards the trigger, waiting for the right time to pull it.
The man was too focused on Sam that he didn't see Dean holding the gun at him. Dean decided it was now or never and pulled the trigger. The man fell flat on his face, blood seeping through his hip. There were now signs of cars and police sirens going off nearby and Sam and Dean knew that it was their time to leave.