Dean found himself in the middle of a waiting room, a crowd of scared innocent faces surrounding him, most of whom were laying on the ground. It is in our nature to jump to the ground when we here gunshots, to duck, yet it puts us in a particularly vulnerable position.
A federal agent had tried to shoot at Dean, but Dean quickly knocked him out and took his gun. The other agents were waiting outside of the room, and Dean, with a gun to the agent's head, told him to call off backup. He knew of course, despite this they would be waiting just outside, which begged the question, how the hell was he going to get out of here?
"Listen, I know your little buddies are waiting just outside that door." Dean spoke to the Agent he currently had zip tied to a chair. "But I want just one thing from you… And that is to make sure me and my little brother get out of here. Alive." He figured since everyone thought he was a psycho killer, why not milk it, "And tell your pals if they try anything, I'm gunna throw shots out at all these innocent people. You kill me, I take all these guys with me."
"Our agents couldn't find your brother."
"Good if he had any sense he would be out of here by now."
"Could be, except every single exit on this place is surrounded by our best snipers. If your brother left, he's dead already."
"You're just trying to get in my head."
"I'm just telling the truth."
Dean paced. He had been hoping up until this point that Sam had already escaped but now he couldn't think of anything worse. "No, no, no, no, NO!" He stopped pacing and aimed the gun at the fed. "You call them, you ask them if they've got him. You call the now!"
He called his team, a girls voice picked up. "Is this you asking, or Dean?" She answered. They were smart, he knew they would be, knew they would be watching him right now, knew they'd know what to say to crack him, that they'd lie if they had to, but he couldn't not ask.
"Listen sweetie," His voice was gruff and sounded more menacing than he had intended, he was definitely shook up. "I need you to tell me if you have Sam. You need to tell me now if you killed him, you SON OF A BITCH" He was agitated and the thought of losing Sammy brought out the worst in him.
"We got him about a half hour ago. Sorry, Dean, it was a shoot to kill situation." She spoke calmly.
He shook his head breathing hard and fast, threw the phone on the ground, and shot it. He stood up slowly, stared directly into the security camera above him, before slowly raising his gun to the agents head. He cocked it, placed his finger on the trigger, and spoke slowly. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't."
"They're lying." The agent was no longer looking in Deans eyes, he was shaking, he was scared.
"Oh yeah! And how do I know you aren't!" Dean yelled at the agents face. The door swung open, suddenly, assuming it was the feds Dean turned quickly aiming his gun toward them. He knew he couldn't take them all, but he would try. They had killed his little brother, they weren't about to get away with it. But instead of a team of agents wearing bullet proof vests, it was his little brother, bare foot, wearing the clothes the psych ward provided, holding an assault rifle.
