Kill or Be Killed
By: chocolate rules
Chapter 12:
Found
As Tom hoped that they would arrive soon and that the battle upstairs was on better grounds, these dreams were shattered by a third gunshot. Then, he heard screaming, and the all out noise of a fight. He rushed up the flight of stairs and was met by a most welcoming shock.
Three were wheeled away in an ambulance. Even the first target had yet to die. The cops cuffed eight of the remaining members, placing them in many troop cars. The twelfth took hand of Dean's gun when it had been flung and seconds later pulled it on himself. He was being zipped into a body bag. Three yet to die, eight that are going to jail, and only one kill. And then there was Sammy.
He had cleared the room. He sat panting and looking around in disbelief. He didn't know how he had done it or if he'd ever be able to do it again. All he knew was that he'd saved Sam. That was all that mattered.
Tom rushed into the room and looked around, mortified. Two guys lied in their own puddles of blood and the rest lied motionless on the floor. Then, Tom noticed one move. Before he could say anything, the figure on the floor produced a gun. Just as suddenly, he turned it on himself and shot it.
"Dean!" came the cry. Dean turned around to meet Sam's horrified eyes that now were wide open. Dean turned to see the dead man and was on his feet in a second, rushing to Sammy. As he passed the table, he quickly grabbed a clean knife and went and cut Sam lose.
Sam was torn. Dean found him! He was okay! But then, the tears still flowed as the images of the day passed through him. The images that were still around him.
"Sam? Sammy?" came Dean's frantic calls. Sam had yet to realize he was standing beside him.
"Dean?" Sam asked, not looking his way. Dean reached over and grabbed the boy's chin. He turned him to look at him. Instantly, they locked eyes and Dean smiled.
"Yeah, it's me. It's me, little brother. I found you." Dean said. Sam nodded slowly and Dean feared he would soon start to bawl. He pulled Sam into a tight hug. After a few seconds, Sam seemed to snap out of it. He began to cry openly and wrapped his arms around Dean's neck.
Dean lifted the weeping child and walked them both to Tom.
"Let's wait for the cops downstairs. Sammy's seen enough of this." Dean said. Tom nodded again and remained silent. Dean looked over to the man with a bullet through his brains from his own hands. He would leave the gun behind, at least now, it had the cloaky's fingerprint. At the thoughts passing through his head, Dean tightened his hold on his sobbing baby brother. Sam responded by wrapping his legs around Dean's waist and crying into the crook of his neck.
