Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or anything you recognize from it.

My reason for such a late update? My dog ate my computer…abducted by aliens…hospitalized for amnesia? In all honesty it was procrastination, laziness, lack of liking Nightshifter and umm, hello? Twilight coming out (bigger fan of the books) and I caught up on some reading and baking, did some catering and went to a local theatre and had a riot of a time...So hopefully the length of this mother—will please some of you and there is definitely something big happening to someone in this update. Hell, this chapter marks the turn where creases form and threads tear.

Oh and the chapter after the next chapter will be written differently, as in it'll be in Tony's point of view. I know, I know, some hate that and some like it. But I've been reading tons of books lately with that style and I really wanted to try my hand at it. So don't worry, one more chapter before the next.

p.s If anyone is named George or Parker, you have great names (seriously, Parker? That's an awesome name!) So please don't be offended (you'll understand when you get there) but let me just say, Fanny is still a name that is on my dislike list. I'm sorry if you're a Fanny (god that sounds horrible) but please, like Tony's mocking could really insult you through your thick skin…you're name is Fanny for goodness' sake! Like a stupid remark from Tony could really ruffle your feathers.

Thanks again to the lovely reviewers and for putting up with such a long wait. Please enjoy and Please Review!

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Nightshifter Part Two

"Well, we haven't had any flags go up on our system yet." The security guard called over his shoulder as he escorted the three hunters through the main lobby of the bank.

Tony grimaced glancing down at herself and flashed a quick glare towards Sam; only the brothers could actually look good wearing navy blue overalls. She looked like a five-year-old playing dress up; Tony smirked sourly to herself glancing around the bank, studying all of the civilians.

"No, this is a glitch in the overall grid, we just want to make sure the branch monitors are kosher." Dean explained to the security guard.

"Well, better to be safe than sorry, I guess." The guard shrugged weaving around the lobby to the back area of the bank.

"That's the plan." Tony muttered.

They followed silently as the guard stopped and opened the observation room filled with televisions showing security footage, "Alright, you need anything else?" The guard asked letting the three past him into the security surveillance room.

"Oh, no, no, we'll be, uh, we'll be in and out before you know it, just a routine check." Sam said smiling to the security guard.

"Okie-dokie." He smiled back to the three and left closing the door gently behind him.

Tony smirked to herself refusing to move her eyes away from the security screens before chuckling when she heard Dean's remark,

"I like him. He says Okie-dokie."

Sam flashed them both an exasperated look, "What if he's the shifter?"

Rolling her eyes before moving closer to one of the screens, Tony shrugged lightly, "Well, then we follow him home and put a silver bullet through his chest."

"Damn straight." Dean muttered grabbing a chair and seating himself in front of the screens.

Tony glanced around the small room and bit back a curse; realizing the brothers took the only chairs, she glanced down at Sam waiting for him to take the hint.

"What?" Sam said smirking when she grumbled and turned back to face the screens. Snagging her arm and pulling her down to sit on his lap he nuzzled her neck quickly before turning back to the screens.

"Okay. Well, you got any popcorn?" Tony snorted to herself before squinting at the monitors.

"Ask Agent Johnson." Dean snorted motioning to Sam with his head.

Tony smirked settling herself on Sam's lap, "God, I can't believe I slept with someone named Johnson."

Sam pinched her in response, ignoring Dean's chuckle, "Bet he wasn't even that good. God, I'd never sleep with a girl even remotely close to a Johnson." Dean commented unaware of Sam's exasperated look.

"Dude, seriously. You slept with a girl named Ivana once. And I'm pretty damn sure that she was a man. You've also slept with girls like Fanny, George, Mary-Louise Betsy, Parker and my personal favorite, Tiffania." Tony snorted seeing Dean's deadpan expression.

Sam grinned enjoying their bickering, "Yeah, I remember her—"

"I bet you damn well do. Now forget about her double D-cup Samuel and shut it, I'm having a conversation with Paolo." Tony snapped to Sam before turning her attention back to the older Winchester, "Now I know she had ginormous boobs and a weird Russian accent, but I mean, c'mon Dean. Really? It's not like—" Tony cut off glancing down at her pocket where she felt her phone vibrating.

"What is it Gumby?" Dean asked noticing her scowling down at her lap.

"What?" Sam asked, worry growing when he noticed her tense silence.

"Phone's ringing." Tony muttered.

"I think that's the point." Dean shrugged.

"No…well duh." Tony rolled her eyes pointedly at Dean before continuing, "It's just…I told Ash to phone me when he had news about my father. If…" Tony cut off when she felt Sam's hand shuffle in her pocket and fish out her phone, only to toss it to Dean, who flipped it open barking a hello.

"What?" Dean asked moments later into the phone, eyes glancing in her direction before exchanging a look with Sam. "Get to the point Ash. What do you mean already…? Find out the details and get back to me on my cell." Dean ordered flipping shut her phone before nodding slightly to Sam.

"Well, son of a bitch." Tony cursed eyes fixated on the surveillance screens.

Both brothers followed her gaze, Sam cursing under his breath as Dean let out an impressed whistle, "Well, hello Ronald."

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"And you said we shouldn't bring guns." Dean scoffed absently tightening his hold on Tony's elbow when he heard her curse under her breath as a couple rushed past them nudging her in the process.

"I didn't know this was going to happen Dean. And stop manhandling my girlfriend." Sam snapped grabbing Tony from his brother's grasp.

"Stop, both of you!" Tony snapped exasperated. "Jesus Sam, I told you not to push Ronnie that way and now not only is his life on the line but he's holding others hostage!" Tony ran a hand over her face trying to quell the tide inside her, "Just don't talk to him, hell; don't even look at him."

Dean snorted, "Don't think he likes you very much, Agent Johnson."

Tony scoffed, glancing at Sam only to catch his worried and searching look upon her, "What?" She asked quietly; unaware of Dean sending Sam a look before the two brothers quickened their pace.

Tony sighed running a hand through her hair frustrated, she had to admit to herself; a small thread in her knew what Ash had said to Dean, knew what she feared all along; hell she knew the minute she caught the brothers sharing glances after the phone call. That the demons got to her father before she did and she would blame herself every day for it. You don't have proof yet Tony censured herself before jogging to where the brothers were in the hallway.

"Do you think she's going to blame us?" Dean asked quietly as both brothers kept walking through the winding halls to where Ronald and the hostages were; both oblivious to the fact she was right behind them.

"Not you no, but I think she'll blame me when she finds out." Sam muttered bitterly.

Tony bit back a sigh when she realized Sam and Dean hadn't heard her sudden intake of air, "Why? We gave her the option to leave this hunt so she could check---" Dean began.

"No, Dean. She wouldn't leave us with the hunt; she wanted us to go along with her, not even wanting to go see her estranged father alone. And I think that is will play a major part in distancing herself from us." Sam finished quietly.

"Do you think she'll leave us now then? I mean, with her father—"

"Yeah." Sam sighed before continuing, "it's only a matter of time at least and she probably won't even want to be near us when she finds out." Sam bit out bitterly, not realizing how much it hurt to say the words out loud.

"Son of a bitch Sam." Dean gritted out.

"He's gone, isn't he?"

Both brothers jumped before letting out a string of curses, whipping around to face Tony with her wringing hands and small nervous voice. Sam sighed before striding over and enveloping her in a crushing hug, "I'm sorry baby. We were just too late. I'm so sorry, it's all my fault."

"Tony, I'm—" Dean began.

Tony pulled away from Sam, ignoring his flinch at her rejecting him and glared at the two hunters, "If either of you say it's your fault, I'll skin you both alive. It's not any of yours to take the blame. It's all mine." Tony snapped before shoving past them to the main hall where Ronald was waving his gun.

"Now, there's only one way in or out of here, and I chained it up. So nobody's leaving, do you understand?" Ronald shouted to the hostages on the ground.

Tony shook her head from the roaring in her ears and let out a shaky breath, "Finish it and deal after." She muttered to herself as the brothers walked past her with their hands in air as they entered the main hall of the bank.

Tony sighed once more before flanking Sam's side with her hands raised above her head, "I'd fucking kill for a gun." She muttered to herself before flashing Ron a smile, unaware that it seemed almost distant on her cold hardened face.

"Hey, buddy. Calm down. Just calm down." Dean pacified as the three slowly edged their way towards Ron.

Ron frantically glanced between the three hunters, rifle still poised, "What the--You! Get on the floor, now."

"Okay, we're doing that. Just don't shoot anybody, especially us." Dean replied pleasantly plastering a forced smile on his face as Tony sighed kneeling with the brothers on the floor.

"I knew it. As soon as you three left. You ain't FBI. Who are you? Who are you working for, huh? The men in black? You working for the Man-droid?" Ron harassed pointedly raising his rifle higher to the three.

Sam scoffed forgetting the weapon and snapped exasperatedly, "We're not working for the Man-droid!"

"You, shut up! I ain't talking to you, I don't like you." Ron shouted back to Sam as Tony rolled her eyes unimpressed with everything suddenly.

Dean glanced to Sam smugly, "Fair enough." Sam conceded.

Ronald looked over his shoulder to a hostage, "Get on 'em. Frisk them down; make sure they got no weapons on them. Go!" He shouted before turning back to glare openly at the three.

Tony closed her eyes, ignoring the grunts of disapproval coming from the brothers as she felt a man pat her down for any weapons. Any other time she would have snapped back with a snarky remark or at least fought back with indignation, but she couldn't this time. Somehow all of her energy had left, like a gust of wind from her lungs when she realized what she feared had become a reality.

All she wanted to do was curl up in bed; cry and afterwards attempt to evaluate her self again. She knew she should be sad; she was but there were other emotions trying to surface. Grief, anger, pity and most of all guilt; guilt for her not being able to come to her father's rescue. For not saving someone who she was supposed to save, it seemed to her as of late that there was more innocence dying than of the saved. That the demons were always one step ahead of her and she suddenly had no urge to keep on playing the hunting game. What was the point after all?

A deeper part of her hated herself; especially when a twisted sense of relief flashed inside of her. She knew it was wrong, hell every moral fiber was screaming so but she couldn't help it. She had loved her father once, a deprecated kind of love; when he turned his back on her as a child, she simply done the same of him when she left. But her love had fled the moment she had also, but the sense of duty and warped devotion had stayed, so she sent him money; more to ease the disquiet in her than anything. She bought away her misshapen devotion and guilt and thought nothing of it until she met the Winchesters.

Who had made her feel guiltier when she realized how much they had loved their father. Was she wrong to say she didn't love him anymore? So the sense of guilt grew with each passing day and when she heard her father had begun his restless behavior again and the omens were nearing him she had become erratic but still played down her paranoia to an overactive imagination.

Shaking herself back to reality, Tony surfaced and realized she had missed a part of their arguing. Glancing gradually between the three she tried to piece together what she had missed. It wasn't until she heard a clatter from the deposit box that she realized Ronald had found Dean's knife he had been hiding and had promptly unwittingly disposed of it.

"We know you don't want to hurt anybody. That's exactly what's gonna happen if you keep waving that cannon around, and why don't you let these people go?" Dean reasoned.

"No! I already told you. If nobody's gonna stop this thing, then I've got to do it myself." Ron replied shouting.

"Hey, we believe you! That's why we're here." Tony replied before scowling and ruining the effect. Sam glanced at her quickly trying not to dwell on his worry; he knew he wasn't the only one who heard Tony's lackluster reply.

"You don't believe me. Nobody believes me! How could they?" Ron asked, suddenly seeming very alone and desolated to Tony.

Dean sighed quickly letting his eyes flicker over the hostages before glancing up at Ronald, "Come here." He said quietly, eyes flickering back over the crowd.

Ron shook his head bewildered, "What? No!"

"You're holding the gun, boss, you're calling the shots. I just want to tell you something. Now come here." Dean finished through clenched teeth.

Tony watched through squinted eyes as Ron approached Dean, clinging to his rifle as he kept a weary eye on the crowd of hostages, "It's the bank manager." Tony heard Dean whisper.

Tony smirked coldly despite herself; "Bet it'd have saved time if we told him before, huh Sam?" Tony whispered before turning back to study the hostages.

"What?" Ron asked quietly moving in closer to Dean.

"Why do you think we've got these getups, huh? We've been monitoring the cameras in the back. We saw the bank manager, we saw his eyes." Dean finished pointedly; knowing full well all he had to do to make Ron a believer was to mention the eyes.

"His laser eyes?" Ron asked jumping to conclusions, unaware of Sam rolling his eyes.

"Yes. No. No! No, look, we're running out of time, okay? We've got to find him before he changes into someone else." Dean said trying to control his impatience.

"Like I'm gonna listen to you. You're a damn liar." Ron huffed.

Tony let out a pithy of curses, ignoring the iron grip Sam suddenly took on her wrist as Dean slowly edged himself up, standing cautiously as he raised his hands pacifying.

"I'll shoot you! Get down!" Ron ordered becoming more agitated.

"Take me. Okay? Take me with you; take me as a hostage. But we've got to act fast. Because the longer we just sit here the more time he has to change." Dean reasoned, emphasizing every word.

He waited a beat for Tony to interrupt and demand to come along before he felt a pang of guilt and melancholy. He knew she wouldn't now, some things changed in her the moment she realized her father was dead. Hell, he noticed she barely even glanced at them or even came close enough to touch them; she was so withdrawn that he bet if he waved a hand in front of her eyes she wouldn't even notice.

Dean blinked away the worrisome thoughts before glancing back at Ronald, "Look at me, man. I believe you. You're not crazy. There really is something inside this bank."

Ronald's eyes flickered over the hostages before turning back to Dean, "All right. You come with me. But everyone else gets in the vault!" Ronald finished in a shout.

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Tony bit back a growl and an expletive feeling Sam's hand on her elbow as Ron ushered the hostages and hunters into the vault, "Greatest idea ever." Tony bit out under her breath followed by a grunt from Dean.

"Come on, move…move! Move, move!" Ron shouted from behind them before turning to his side where Dean was standing, "You lock it up."

Dean bit back a sigh as he moved to the heavy metal door of the vault and began pushing it closed, "It's okay, everyone. Just stay cool." Dean pacified to the worried faces of the hostages before sharing an apologetic look with Tony who was frowning at her shoes. Sighing he shared a look with Sam and motioned to Tony before locking the vault door with the two hunters and hostages inside.

Sam heaved a sigh leaning back against the vault wall, pulling Tony along side him as he noticed a redhead staring longingly at the vault door, "Who is that man?"

Sam raised an eyebrow waiting a beat before answering, " He's my brother."

"He is so brave." She awed not catching Sam's eye roll and Tony's slight snort.

"Well?" Sam asked quietly a few minutes later when he knew the civilians had settled themselves slightly.

Tony blinked herself back staring at his chin, "Well what?"

Sam sighed running a hand through his hair, "I know you're sad—"

Tony snorted, but bit back her response "You don't know the half of it" and waited. She knew they had lost their father too but they actually fought to keep their father in their life and she had fought for the opposite.

Sam shook her slightly, "Snap back Tony. We have to finish this hunt, okay? I'm sorry, I really am. I would give anything to make the hurt in your eyes disappear. Let me fix—"

Tony's eyes flashed to his, "No Sam." She gripped his hand tightening her hold on his before continuing, "I don't need mending, and I'm not shattered, okay? God, it must be some Winchester genetic to try to fix things that don't concern them. Let me fix me." Tony finished in a quiet order before dropping his hand and moved away from him.

She knew she hurt him but she couldn't contain herself; he was the only one who wouldn't hold it against her, wouldn't feel the need to hurt her in return. You're making a mistake, Tony thought to herself before deepening her scowl.

Sam glanced in Tony's direction wanting to go to her and make things right again but knowing he couldn't. That it was her battle for now. Realizing his time of solitude had ended when he caught the same redheaded girl with the same damn expression of awe approach him again.

"Has your brother always been so, um, wonderful? I mean, staring down that gun. And you know, the way he played right into that psycho's crazy head, telling him what he wanted to hear, I mean," She glanced away from the door to Sam, "He's like, a real hero or, or something."

Sam contained himself, trying not to roll his eyes overly much but smirked lightly when he heard Tony's snort from the other corner, "Yeah, yeah…he's…great."

A few minutes had passed when the vault door slowly edged open to reveal Dean standing in the doorway, "Oh my god, you saved us! You saved us!" The redhead exclaimed.

Dean glanced at her quickly before answering, "Actually, I just found a few more. Come on, everybody, let's go. Let's go."

"What are you doing?" The redhead accused.

Dean barely noticed her, nodding only to Sam and Tony, "Sam, Tony...uh Ronald and I need to talk to you."

He glanced back to the civilians as Tony and Sam made their way out of the vault shrugging apologetically to them as he shut the vault door again, "It's shed its skin again. We don't know when - it could be in the halls, it could be in the vault." Dean said quietly.

Tony sighed glancing around the darkened main hall, overhead lights flickering now and then whenever the police helicopter would fly overhead of the bank, "Awesome." She commented dryly.

"Great. You know, Dean, you are wanted by the police." Sam stated.

Dean rubbed a hand over his jaw chuckling sarcastically, "Yeah."

"So even if we do find this damn thing, how the hell are we gonna get out of here?" Sam asked trying to control himself.

Dean shrugged, "Well, one problem at a time. All right, I'm going to do a sweep of the whole place, see if we can find any stragglers. Once we get everyone together we've got to play a little game of find-the-freak, so…here." Dean said handing the silver letter opener he had found to Sam,

"Found only one more of these, so you and Tony stay close. And make sure Ronald doesn't hurt anybody, okay? Help him manage the situation." Dean said reasonably.

Tony scoffed being cut off by Sam's snapping shout, "Help him manage? Are you insane?"

Dean glanced behind the two hunters to where Ronald was waiting, and gave him a grin and two thumbs up before turning back to the hunters, "Look, I know this isn't going the way we wanted--" he began quietly.

"Understatement!" Sam shouted.

"But if we invite the cops in right now, Ronald gets arrested, we get arrested, the shifter gets away, probably never find it again, okay?" Dean reasoned quietly.

Sam sighed eyes flickering to Ronald, who was peering out the window with his rifle in hand as the helicopter lights flashed on him just as Sam gestured to Dean exasperated.

Tony smirked enjoying the show as Dean patiently instructed, "Ron! Out of the light!"

"Seriously?" Sam snapped not catching Tony's exuberant nod and slight grin.

"Yeah, Ron's game plan was a bad plan, I mean, it was a bit of a crazy plan, but right now crazy's the only game in town, okay?" Dean said before slapping Sam on the back and planting a quick kiss on Tony's forehead before he took his leave.

Sam grunted in annoyance before glancing towards Ron who had his rifle cradled in his arm, "Hi Ronald." Sam said politely followed by a jovial wave from Tony.

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"I'm going to leave this open. Give you guys some fresh air, all right? But no one leaves this vault." Sam ordered politely to the hostages in the vault as they fanned themselves.

Tony shoved Sam aside to stand guard in front of the door, sharing glares between each person,

"I don't understand why are you helping him?" The redhead asked the two hunters over the distant sound of a telephone ringing.

"Hello?" Tony heard Ronald's voice faintly, not registering the background noise as urgent.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Sam said over Tony's shoulder before she glared hard enough at the woman who retreated a few steps back in response.

"Don't worry, it's not in your thinking scope. Go back to daydreaming brainlessly." Tony spat out before feeling Sam's warning hand on her neck.

"I think I've got to get out of here!" The security guard wheezed his way from the back of the vault to the two hunters.

"Look, I'm very sorry, but you're just going to have to stay put, all right?" Sam pacified.

"What? What do you mean, demands?" Ronald said.

Tony glanced over her shoulder to where Ronald was speaking into a telephone, "Ronald, put down the phone!" She whispered furiously.

"No, I, I'm not a bank robber, I—" Ronald stammered.

"I've really got to get out of here." The guard wheezed again being held steady by a few bystanders.

"Sir, you can't leave!" Tony snapped.

"Kind of a crime fighter, I guess." Ronald shrugged.

The guard struggled with a few steps towards the door, "Look—" Sam began before Tony shoved past him to where Ronald was stammering into the phone.

"No, I'm acting alone…" Ronald shrugged before Tony reached past him and slammed the phone down.

"The less they know Ronald, the better it is for you." She said lowly.

"Hey! I think this dude's having a heart attack!" Tony heard a man from the vault shout.

"Get a doctor!" A woman shouted in response.

"Great. Could be our guy. Could be a trick. " Tony deadpanned as she made her way back to Sam.

"You're just going to let the man die?" Tony flinched thinking back to her dad when she heard the accusing question from a hostage.

Sam stared bullets into the voice's face, having noticed Tony's slight flinch, "No one is going to die." He stared back at Ronald, "Cover the door."

Sam reached over and grabbed Tony's wrist and pulling her along with him to the phone.

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"Look, one of the people could be having heart trouble, you need to send in a paramedic." Sam said into the phone.

Tony glanced over her shoulder to where Ronald had his rifle drawn and stood in the doorway of the vault, "Paramedic? We don't have time for that, man!" Tony heard a man shout from the vault.

"Just send in a paramedic, okay? And don't try anything else. Please." Sam reasoned raising his voice into the phone.

"Listen, I, I'm sorry, okay? I am. But nobody's getting out." Ronald cut through.

"He's dying right in front of you."

"Help!"

Tony opened her mouth to shout over the raised voices, before another voice cut ahead, "Come on, man, you've got to open up the door. We've got to get him out of here."

"Both of you stay where you are." Ronald said cocking his rifle.

Tony glanced over her shoulder to where Sam was staring and saw Dean's figure as he made way towards them. Sam met him halfway and the two exchanges a few inaudible whispers before Dean motioned to Tony as Sam walked past to the vault door.

"What?" She asked eyes still trained on Sam's figure.

"Just wait…you okay?" Dean asked quietly running a hand through her hair.

Tony sighed and glanced back towards him before Sam's voice carried over to her, "You know, Ronald? We've got to get this man outside. Come on. I've got you." Sam said taking on some of the guard's weight as he leaned against Sam.

She flashed Dean a questioning look before he shook his head and motioned back towards Sam, "I'll help you." She heard a man say.

"Oh, I got him, it's cool. Thanks." Sam answered pleasantly.

Tony straightened up hearing the steel in his voice, "Is it here?"

"It's him." Dean whispered back glaring pointedly towards the man who had offered help to Sam.

Tony nodded and followed Dean as they approached as Sam and the guard walked past them nodding slightly to Dean, "Hey, can I talk to you for a second?" He asked the man.

Tony took a step forward as the man walked through the threshold of the doorway; he flashed Tony a broad smile before looking over her shoulder to Dean, "You got the gun, man. I mean, whatever."

The man shrugged taking a few steps in Dean's direction before switching gears and flicking around to his side and hurling Tony across the small room. Dean swore and lunged for the man just as he shifted and knocked Dean on the ground grabbing Dean's pistol in the process before breaking into a sprint.

Tony shook her head from the dizziness and took the hand Dean offered her as he pulled her up before running his hands briskly over her checking for any wounds ignoring Tony's attempt to chase after the shifter.

"Stop! Come back here!" Ronald shouted to the shifter running past the two into the main hall.

Sam glanced down from the staircase he had been helping the guard up as he saw the shifter run through the main hall followed by a slower paced Ronald.

Tony tugged Dean along just as she saw Ronald stop in the middle of the hall, riffle raised glancing around for any signs of the shifter as she faintly saw a laser red light beam on Ronald's back just as she heard Sam shout over the roaring in her ears, "Ron! Get down! Now!"

Ron twitched just as Dean pulled Tony down behind a counter for coverage both flinching and watching in horror as they saw blood gurgle from his mouth as Ronald fell to his knees before sinking to the ground; face stuck in a blank glass eyed expression.

It barely registered to Tony what had happened; she still expected to see Ronald get up and yell Psych! Before realizing the blood pooling around him was real and that she was trembling lightly but enough to make Sam frown in worry as he crouched down besides her and Dean.

"Here, you two take care of the guard. I'm going to go after the shifter." Sam ordered quietly before running off in the direction the shifter had headed.

Tony closed her eyes briefly before cursing when she saw Ronald and her father's faces in her head, "Dammit!"

Dean glanced at her before turning back to Ron lying in the middle of the hall, "Sorry, Ron…you did a real good job tracking this thing, you really did." He lamented quietly before tightening his hold on Tony's hand and pulling her along to the guard who was leaning against the staircase's railing for support.

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"It's going to be all right." Tony soothed trying to hide the lackluster from her remark whilst biting back a grunt of strain as the guard leaned heavily on her.

The guard grunted giving Tony more of his weight to shoulder as the two edged their way to the door of the bank. Dean moved past them; gun still in tow as he unlatched the lock and chains from the door to slowly open it.

Tony blinked hesitantly taking in the sight of the whole street taken up by police cruisers with their guns trained in her direction as a helicopter flew by, shinning light on her and the security guard. Dean watched cautiously as two paramedics with a stretcher come to the bank steps flanked by four members of the Swat. He raised his handgun and saw the ripple of tension wash over the police onto Tony and the guard, "No, no, no! Don't even think about it!" He shouted over the guard's shoulder.

Tony tensed visibly seeing the police tighten their hands on their guns before wishing she had her own as the guard heaved in a breath before raising his hands up trying to pacify the police, "No, don't shoot!"

Realizing she was supposed to play a hostage helping the guard out she raised her empty hand up, "Please don't shoot!" She called out trying to look the part.

The paramedics slowly but determinedly edged their way up the steps to where Tony was waiting holding the guard; both eased his weight from her and strapped him on the stretcher before one of them turned just as they were about to leave and latched onto her arm urging her to quickly follow after him.

Tony dug her heels into the ground, slightly unsure of what to do; but the moment she saw a few crouched swat members inch their way towards her and Dean's direction she tightened her jaw determined and opened her mouth the same moment she felt a hardened fist tightens its hold on the collar of her jacket and rip her backwards.

"Son of a bitch." Dean muttered into Tony's ear before raising his gun over her shoulder at towards the police cruisers, " I said get back! Now!" He shouted before pulling Tony through the door and quickly chaining the bank's doors up again before he and Tony jogged out of range from the snipers.

"We are so screwed." Dean muttered followed by a grunt of affirmation from Tony.