Title: blood told as blood will
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU
Pairings: none stated, though maybe a smidge of implied Dean/Sam
Rating: R
Point of view: third
Wordcount: 150
Prompt: Any, any, If I had my way, I'd burn this whole building down
"Dean," Sam hisses, "you know what Mom said. No unnecessary casualties!"
Rolling his eyes, Dean pockets the lighter. "I'm sure some of them would get out, Sammy," he says reasonably. "They're somewhat smart." He pats one of the hostages on the cheek, smirking. "Aren't you, Gordon?"
He glares, jaw clenched, and Dean smirks wider.
"Dean!" Sam says again. "We're on the clock, remember?"
"Yeah, yeah," Dean mutters, leaving Gordon without a glance.
"Winchester!" Gordon yells at their backs. "You should kill me! I will find you, and I'll make you hurt."
In the hall, they pause as Gordon continues ranting, getting louder and faster, but the words Dean and cocksucker and pretty lips are clear. Dean tilts his head to the side and fishes his lighter out of his pocket, silently holding it out to Sam.
Mom said no unnecessary casualties. She didn't say none at all.