Kill or Be Killed

By: chocolate rules


Chapter 10:

Savior


There seemed to be twelve. Twelve people, twelve cloaks, twelve goblets. Twelve was the magic number. And, to Dean's horror, Sam seemed to be number thirteen.

In the two split seconds that he allowed himself to glance around and capture all this, Dean had almost devised a plan. He was very good at being blunt, so coming up with a plan was new for him.

"Hey! What the hell's going on here?" growled Dean. Okay, there's twelve and I've got six bullets. Great.

"Who are you?" asked one cloaked figure. Dean would have given him a death glare, but he couldn't tell where the voice had come from. The room had suddenly appeared to have an echo.

"You're worst nightmare. Now, hand over the kid, and I promise not to kill all of you."

"Ha! Foolish boy! Your threats do you no good here. You see," the same voice as before spoke again. This time, however, one figure stepped closer. "Nobody here minds dying. Especially for the cause"

"Listen, I Don't Care What You Are Willing To Do! Just let him go!" NOW!" Yelled Dean, he flicked the safety off the gun and aimed it securely towards the remaining hood.

"Or else what?"

"This," whispered Dean. He shot out and the bullet penetrated into his skull. "One down, who's next?"

"Whoa!" yelled out Tom. He was slowly, yet quickly hastening from his location two steps behind the door.

"Stay back, Tom!" Dean had said automatically. Dean looked over at his brother, searching for any kind of response. He'd just been screaming moments ago.

"And you, you fucking ugly ass cloakies! Give SAM BACK!"


Dean? Was that Dean yelling? Was he saved? NO, he thought, your brother wouldn't have been able to find you this quickly. Even Dean wasn't that good!

Sam kept his eyes closed. He didn't want to see those bodies again. He didn't want to see the set table. He didn't want to see the guys in the cloaks.


Dean decided that it was better for Sammy to not see anything happen. He'd worry about what he'd seen later. Now, all he needed to do was get him out of there.

Now there were eleven. With Sammy makes twelve.