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Chapter 2
Dean stepped back from the counter and kept his eyes on the armed men, his instincts noticing how they moved as they forced the bank personnel to join the the others. The men were rough but not overly violent and soon everyone was on the floor and the men had the guns trained on them.
"If you do as I say no one will get hurt and this will be over soon." The man spoke again and as he talked his eyes roamed over the hostages.
The bank had only been open for half an hour so it wasn't many people in it, seven with the Winchester brother.
Dean kept his eyes on the men, not really liking what he was seeing because of how the robbers were moving, their clothing and their guns were familiar to him.
These men were hunters and that made Dean feel disgusted, sure he wasn't an angel he was doing credit card fraud every other day but this was to low , even for his standards.
He tried to keep the disgust from his face as the leader looked at him and he hoped that he had succeeded. Not because he was scared for his wellbeing, if he had been alone he had gone for it but he didn't want anyone else get hurt.
Then he noticed an security guard that was slowly making his way towards the leader with his weapon drawn.
Like in slow motion Dean saw and heard one of the masked men yell and fire his gun, hitting the guard at the same time as the guard turned around, firing at the guy.
After the shots had been fired, everybody froze and the bank was utterly silent but it only took a fraction of a seconds for Dean to make a decision and he was moving towards the fallen security guard.
"Were do you think you are going?" The leader asked as he stepped in front of Dean with his gun in Dean's face.
"To help him." Dean said his voice cold barley keeping the disgust out of his voice. He knew that he probably should act scared or something with a gun in his face but he could only feel contempt.
"Go check on my buddy first." The masked man's brown eyes was watching Dean's hazel green trying to read him.
"No, after him." Dean held his ground as he nodded towards the fallen guard.
"Do you think that you are in a position to choose?" The man's voice was tinged with surprise.
"Maybe not but I think that you are smart enough to know that his life is more value to the cops than your buddy over there." Dean said not backing down but taking a step towards the injured guard and the leader let him pass.
Dean knelt beside the injured man, the bullet had hit him in his right side just under the shoulder and he was bleeding profusely.
"Can I get something to stop the bleeding with?" Dean asked and the armed leader mentioned to one of the hostages to give Dean his sweater that was tied around his waist.
The guy gave it to Dean who told the guy to keep pressure on the guards wound as Dean checked for an exit wound but found none.
"He is going to need a hospital soon." Dean said as he moved to the injured masked man.
"So?" The masked leader said.
"Or he will die." Dean said as he slowly kneeled by the injured man.
The injured robber had been shot in the arm, it was more like a nick so Dean tore the sleeve of the man's shirt and wrapped it.
The bank was quiet, so almost everyone jumped as one of the phones started to ring and at the same time a loud voice called out.
"This is the police, pick up the phone so we can talk."
Everyone watched as the masked leader walked up to the phone and answered it.
Sam was lying on the bed, flipping thru the channels on the TV bored out of his mind and hoping that his brother would come back soon.
Then a news flash on the TV caught his attention, there was a bank robbery in progress in the same city they were in.
He listened as the reporter at the scene said that shots had been fired but they didn't know if anyone was hurt and as the camera did a sweep over the bank Sam saw something that made his heart grow cold.
"DAD!"
"What is it now, Sammy?" John was sitting at the small kitchen table reading a paper.
"Get in here now." Sam said, he couldn't tear his from the TV but heard and felt as John joined him on the bed. "I think Dean is in trouble."
John looked at his youngest son with confusion in his face, then turned to the TV and saw the Impala standing outside a bank that was being robbed.
What tha hell?!" Was all he could say at first.
"They said that shots had been fired inside." Sam said in a low voice.
"Maybe he isn't in there." John said but knew that it was stupid, Dean could really be a trouble magnet sometimes. "I'm going to try and call him."
Dean left the injured man's side and went over to the fallen security guard. The guy was still applying pressure on the wound but the guard was getting worse.
"You okay?" Dean asked the guy but before the guy could answer the leader hung up the phone and walked towards them.
"How is he doing?" He asked looking from the injured man on the floor to Dean.
"He is alive but getting worse." He answered, the leader nodded and walked over to his men. Dean strained his ears to hear what was saying.
"The police..."
"Plan B?"
"Yes."
"Give us half an hour."
Two of the masked men walked further into the bank, leaving the leader and the injured man to watch over the hostages.
Dean looked away as the leader looked over at him and he tried to ignore the masked man as he continued to star at him.
The masked man, who's name was Steve, studied the young man that was still beside the injured guard and was getting a feeling that this kid probably had something to do with the fact that the police had arrived at the bank so fast.
As he stepped into the bank he saw the kid at the counter but didn't think about it then, it had looked as he just had glanced their way not really seeing them but he now he was certain that the kid had spotted them early and got the personnel to hit the silent alarm button.
And the more Steve studied the kid, how he moved and acted he was reminded of someone but he couldn't put his finger on it.
In his mind Steve had to admit that he was pretty impressed by him, not many men would not flinch as a gun was shoved in their face.
Steve met the kids eyes as he looked up at the masked leader, the kids eyes unwavering and suddenly a cell phone started to ring.
Dean felt the leader star at him and he really hated when people did that so after a couple of minutes he looked up and met the stare.
Then suddenly his cell phone started to ring and the masked man was on his feet, on the way over to him.
Dean stood up, moved away a little from the two men on the floor as he held up his hands and the masked men was in his face.
"Where is it?"
"Left inside pocket." Dean said trying to keep still as the man roughly opened his jacket and took out his cell phone.
On the caller ID it stood "Dad" and Steve opened the cell to terminate the call. Then he turned off the sound and put it in his own pocket.
Dean clenched his jaw tight, trying to not protest when the bank phone started to ring, the masked men shoved him to the other hostages as he moved to the phone.
Steve looked at his watch as he listened to the speaker on the other side, his men needed more time so he spoke into the phone.
"I'm willing to make a trade, one hurt hostage for some sandwiches and drinks, You got 15 minutes." He hung up the phone and took out the cellphone he had taken from the kid as it started to vibrate.
He was still curious about the kid so he flipped it open to check the caller ID. This time it stood "Sammy" and then it stopped.
Who is Sammy? Steve asked himself and he looked over to the kid who was sitting down, trying to comfort the female bank teller.
The cell phone vibrated some more in his hand, there was a text message and after some thought Steve opened it and read it.
"Dean, where are you, big brother? Call as soon as you can. Sam."
He looked over to the kid, Dean, thoughts racing thru his head. Dean and Sam, brothers...
The names and brothers said something but what? He had it on the tip of his tongue but his thoughts were interrupted as two medics knocked on the front door.
The trade went smoothly and he went to check upon Ben and Tim which were working on plan B.
"20 minutes, Steve." Ben said, Steve nodded and got back to Phil and the hostages.
"How are you doing?" Steve asked Phil.
"I'm fine. Plan B?"
"20 minutes." Steve said frowning. "If I say brothers, Dean and Sam. Does that tell you something?"
"Well..." Phil said thinking. "I recognized the names, brothers? Oh that Winchester guy had two sons, right?"
And when Phil said it it all came back to Steve, John Winchester. A fellow hunter that he had meet a couple of years ago, they had hunted together for a while until Steve had told him about how he got his cash and offered John to be a part of it.
But John wasn't interested, he had made it clear to Steve that it wasn't something hunters should do and he said that if Steve went thru with it the police would get an anonymous phone call.
Steve had backed off, hadn't believed him and went thru with it anyway but John was true to his words and had called the police.
Steve ended up doing a few years in prison and one of his closest friends had died, shot by a cop and Steve had never forgotten who's fault that was.
After he was released he had tried to keep tabs on John so he could get revenge but John was a hard man to keep tabs on and Steve had almost given up but now the solution was in his lap.
Dean was sitting on the floor, comforting the female bank teller, telling her that everything would be alright and she smiled at him. So he turned from her and was met by the masked leader eyes, again. He was getting really uncomfortable under the mans eyes, but didn't show it and the feeling grew as he saw his cellphone in the mans hands, flipping it open.
He didn't know what it meant but probably nothing good so kept his eyes on him as he spoke to his injured buddy.
Dean closed his eyes for a second and leaned backwards against the wall. The night without sleep and yesterdays events were staring to remind themselves, his whole body hurt and he was really tired.
Suddenly someone grabbed him by the front of his shirt and hauled him up to standing and banged him against the wall.
"What tha hell?" Dean said as he looked into the brown eyes of the masked leader. "What is your problem, dude?"
"How is your dad doing, Dean?" Steve asked in a cold voice as he pressed the kid harder against the wall.
"What tha hell are you talking about?" Dean said glaring but kept his face impassive.
"Me and John are old buddies or were is the keyword." Steve pressed harder wanting an reaction from the young man, preferably something like pain but Dean showed nothing.
"So?" Dean said in a taunting voice. "Do you think that you are the only one having a beef with my dad? Please."
Steve felt anger rise inside him and was just about to say something more when Ben joined them.
"We are ready."
"Good." Steve said then pushing dean against Ben. "He is going with us."
"Alright." Ben grabbed Dean.
"Get your hands off me, dude." Dean said trying to get free but Ben hit him hard in the face making him see stars. "I barely felt that. Girl."
Ben ignored the words coming out of Dean's mouth and pushed him towards the back of the bank. Steve and Phil made the other hostages line up in front of the door before following Dean and Ben into the bank.
TBC