"Do whatever the hell he wants!" Dean barked at the teller, all flirtation gone from his now trembling voice.
"Sir, I-" The teller began, her eyes wide with fright, staring at the men in masks now swarming the bank.
"He's got my brother!" Dean yelled, slamming his hands down on the counter. The teller looked at him for a second, then with a nod began shoveling money into a bag.
"Your brother, huh?" the robber closest to Dean leered, advancing on Dean. "Then you wouldn't mind adding that nice watch of yours to the bag, would you?"
Staring the man down, Dean removed his watch, his fingers lightly running over it before dropping it in the bag. "Why don't you let him go?" Dean said, struggling to keep his voice steady. "You can take me instead."
"No, I think we're good," the man laughed, reaching for the bag of money. News teams had pulled up outside by this point, mixing with the cop cars. Every reporter had their camera pressed up against the glass.
Suddenly a team of cops burst through the door, guns held high. "Put the guns down!" one of them yelled. "You're surrounded!"
"No!" Dean yelled, frantically gesturing to the cops. "They've got a hostage! They've got my brother! You-" But he was cut off by the sound of a gunshot behind him. He turned just in time to see Sam crumple to the ground, a bullet hole through his temple.
To Be Continued…of course. To those of you who want to kill me because of the end of this chapter…just know everything isn't what it seems.