Title: and that's strike three
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU during season 3
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PGish
Wordcount: 265
Point of view: third
"You really want to stop touching him," Dean says quietly. His eyes flick from yours to the monster in your grip.
"Dean," you say. "You know it's better this way. You can't do what needs to be done, so I will. Simple as that."
"No," he disagrees. "It's really not."
The monster whimpers, flinching back from your consecrated dagger. "You see that?" you ask him. "Even he knows what he is."
Dean's expression hardens even more and he steps forward. You back up, and the monster cries out as your dagger breaks its skin.
"Dean," the monster calls.
"Let him go, Gordon," Dean commands, and there's more than just anger in his tone. Now he's pleading. "He's not… you've got it all wrong."
"No," you say. "You love him, Dean. I get it, I do. I loved my sister. But when she turned—he will turn, Dean. It's in his blood. And then we're all gonna burn."
Dean closes his eyes and lets the hand holding the gun fall to his side. "It's in his blood," he echoes softly.
The monster thrashes weakly in your grip; the drugs must be wearing off. You need to kill him before they're fully gone, but you don't want to destroy Dean. He'd be such a great ally, and he's a marvelous piece of work. Winchester did good when he trained Dean.
"Dean," you say again. "Dean, don't you see—"
And Dean's arm arrows up, pulling the trigger as the back of Sam's head slams into your face.
You don't see or hear or feel anything after that.