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I tried to make this update as close to the episode as possible but still following around Tony. I wanted it to be choppy and scene to scene without much talking, I mean, hello? If Agent Henrickson is after you...do you really want to snuggle up with the Winchesters? Okay, fine, I'd still want to snuggle but that's besides the point!
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Okay, so the next chapter (remember?) will be written from Tony's POV and I'm a little excited to see how it will turn out. I've most of it down on paper but nothing typed yet and hopefully it'll go well that I'll write another chapter in the future in her POV :D
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Chapter Thirty-Eight
Nightshifter Part Three
"Yeah?" Dean asked into his phone.
Tony glanced sideways at him before turning her attention back to descending the bank staircase; still slightly shaken up from having so many guns pointed in her direction earlier. "What? God, it's like playing the shell game. It could be anybody. Again…All right, you search every inch of this place, Tony and I are going to go round everybody up." Dean finished with a sigh.
"How are you doing?" Dean asked breaking the silence a few minutes later.
"Here and there." Tony huffed before staring ahead of her cutting off any more attempts at civility; Dean bit back a sigh understanding she was in no mood to socialize.
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Tony glared harder at a hostage who stumbled before stammering an apology to her, "Don't care. Inside, please." Tony ordered trying to stop from snapping at any other civilians as her and Dean ushered them back into the vault.
"And I thought you were one of the good guys." Tony heard the redhead mockingly told Dean. She rolled her eyes wishing Dean would move out of the doorway so she could lock the damn door and shut out the annoyances.
Dean glanced away from the faces of the other hostages before glancing at the redhead, "What's your name?"
"Why do you care?" She asked grudgingly.
"My name's Dean." He answered knowing Tony was probably eye rolling behind him.
"I'm Sherry." She answered.
"Hi, Sherry." Dean began glancing over to the phone when it began ringing. Tony sighed and lightly shoved Dean away from the door so she could take his place,
"Everything's going to be all right. This will all be over soon." Tony answered trying to be gentle before shoving her bodyweight against the door locking the hostages inside the vault.
"Yeah, listen, I'm not really in the negotiating mood right now." Tony heard Dean sigh into the phone as she began pacing, "Whoa. Kind of harsh for a Federal Agent, don't you think?"
Tony stopped dead in her tracks and whipped around to alarmingly study Dean as something akin to horror flashed across his face, "Yeah, well, that part's true, but how'd you even know we were here? ...Hey, you don't know crap about my dad." Dean bit out darkly through clenched jaws.
"You got no right talking about my dad like that. He was a hero." Dean snapped.
Tony clenched her jaw waiting a full minute before storming over to Dean, ripping the receiver from his clenched fist and slamming it down over and over in fervor.
Dean slammed his head against the wall before grabbing Tony's hand in mid slam to still it, "Thanks."
Tony sighed wrapping herself around him whilst he tightened his hold on her hand, "I'm sorry Dean. I—"
He ran his hand over her hair before rubbing his cheek against hers, "I know, so am I. So am I."
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"Hey. We've got a bit of a problem outside." Tony jumped at the sound of Dean's voice; glancing up and seeing Sam walk towards them. Dean got up from the floor where they had been waiting and offered Tony a hand to help her up.
"We've got a problem in here." Sam answered back just as gravelly explaining what he found earlier.
Tony bit back a snarl as she shoved open the vault seeing all of the hostages flinch at the sight of her, "Hi Sherry." She said enthusiastically.
Dean came forward, putting a warning hand on Tony's shoulder, "Sherry? We're going to let you go."
"What? Why me?" She asked glancing around the room at the others.
"Uh, as a show of good faith to the feds, come on." Dean urged.
"Uh, I think I'd…I'd rather stay here, with the others." Sherry replied slowly edging towards the other civilians.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist." Dean said darkly coming towards her.
She glanced between the three warily at the wild look in Tony's eyes and Sam clenching and unclenching his silver blade. She waited a full beat before walking up to the three, Tony flashed a smirk moving out of the way to flank the back of the trio.
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"I thought you were letting me go!" Sherry cried glancing around realizing they were nearing an office not the door of the bank.
Tony gripped a firm hand in the woman's hair shoving her forward to look at the body on the floor as Sherry let out a piercing scream, "It's uncanny how they both are annoying and ugly, huh?" Tony snorted to herself ignoring the trembles from the other woman.
"Is that community theater, or are you just naturally that good?" Dean mocked.
"This is the last time you become anybody. Ever." Sam affirmed unaware of Tony rolling her eyes.
"Oh god! Oh!" Sherry cried out before falling over in a faint.
Tony released her grip on the other woman's hair, staring down at the crumpled form of Sherry besides the body of the dead Sherry, "Uh, I don't think that's how it's supposed to happen…"
The two brothers studied the fainted Sherry for a full minute before Dean shrugged and kneeled over her raising his silver knife, "Dean, wait, wait. What's the advantage of this plan? I mean; fainting now wouldn't help it survive." Sam reasoned putting a hand on Dean's shoulder to still him.
"Huh, can't we stab them both? I mean, one's annoying as hell but two—" Tony reasoned stopping when she saw Sam give her an exasperated look, "I'm just saying."
Dean sighed before kneeling in front of the dead Sherry, glancing up still poised over her at the sound of a loud bang somewhere in the bank. He heard Tony stifle a gasp and looked down, heart banging in his chest as eyes stared back at him.
Tony got ready to pounce when the shifter attacked Dean but just as she was going to intervene she heard the real Sherry let out a wail from besides her.
"Son of a bitch." Tony muttered turning away from the fighting and going over to Sherry before Sam could, "Back the fuck off Sam. I'm tired of seeing you with other women." Tony muttered letting her self be used as a comfort blanket when Sherry began weeping.
"Get them out of here, now!" Dean shouted over his struggling. Sam nodded and helped Tony and Sherry up before quickly ushering the two out of the room.
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"Freeze! Let me see your hands!"
Tony ordered herself not to flinch when she heard the authoritative voice shout from behind her and Sam. They had left Sherry in an empty room and Sam had told Tony distinctly to calmly walk alongside of him when he heard three Swat members walk towards them in the hallway.
Sam and Tony raised their hands up as Sam glanced over at her and slightly nodded to her. Tony inhaled and whipped around just as the three Swats reached them and with all of the rage, confusion, hurt and self-abnegation that had washed over her with this hunt; Tony lunged at the smaller member as Sam took out the other two besides her.
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Following closely behind the other two hunters Tony kept up her brisk walk as she followed the brothers into a parkade. Between worrying if they were going to be caught in full Swat clothing and her grief, Tony was exhausted.
She nodded curtly to Sam's figure as he opened the back seat of the Impala for her as she threw herself in; breath heaving, heart pounding in her ears.
The two brothers lurched inside the Impala and all three sat in silence for a few minutes, whipping their masks off to get fresher air faster as they let the exhaustion replace the adrenaline in their blood.
"We…are so fucked." Dean commented revving up the Impala as he backed out of the parking lot.