People started screaming and ducking. Dean pulled me down under the table, "Stay down."

"Everyone out from behind the bar, now!" he shouted, "Get on this wall and sit down!"

Not wanting to piss the man off, Dean grabbed my hand and led me to the far wall and into the front row of people. My face burned with fear and Dean cradled me to him, trying to protect me.

"This is a hostage situation!" he called, shutting all the blinds and locking the door, "And just to make sure there's no funny business, one of you is coming with me."

He scanned the crowd and my heard dropped when he grabbed my upper arm and jerked me away from Dean. He put my head right next to his and pressed the muzzle hard into my temple.

Dean jumped up and pulled out his gun.

"Let her go!" he shouted.

The man cowered behind me and cocked his gun, "Put your gun down or I'll blow her pretty little head off!"

Dean hesitated.

"I'm serious!" He pushed the gun harder and I felt tears rolling down my face. I was terrified. Here, I was afraid of murderers, and I had a gun poked into my skull.

"Alright!" Dean yelled and pulled his finger off the trigger, "I'm putting it on the floor."

The metal of the gun scraped the tile floor and Dean stood back up.

"Kick it over here. Now!"

Dean kept his eyes on me and licked his lips, kicking the gun sharply.

The man whispered in my ear, "Pick it up, put the safety on, and take out every damn bullet."

I bent down and picked it up, doing exactly what he said. The entire time, I felt the muzzle of his gun cold on the back of my head. The silver bullets clanked to the ground.

Dean glared at the man as he jerked me back up next to him and jabbed the gun back to the side of my head.

He laughed as he scattered the bullets with his shoe.

"A sawed off gun? Silver bullets? Come on, Dean! That's a little immature, don't you think?"

"Who the hell are you?" one of the bartenders asked.

Realization suddenly flicked behind Dean's deep green eyes.

"Oliver? Oliver Mitchell? What are you doing?"

Oliver's voice shook, "My sister is dead because of you and your damn brother! And now you're both going to pay, and we'll start with your little girlfriend here."

He cocked his gun, I gasped, and Dean shouted.

"No! Wait! Don't hurt her, let her go."

"I'm not letting her go! It's you or her."

Dean stood still, and for the first time, I saw actual fear in his eyes.

Oliver whispered, "See? He doesn't care enough to risk his life for you."

I... was... pissed. This guy ruined an amazing night and there was nothing I could do to stop him.

I stomped his foot hard and he kneed the back of my leg. I almost choked on his arm when I fell.

"I have more tolerance that that, you stupid BITCH!"

He reached behind his back and pulled a chair from a table, throwing me down in it. He pulled another chair up and pointed from Dean to the chair. Dean obeyed immediately.

Oliver pointed to a bartender and held up a wad of rope.

"Put your hands behind your back," he ordered.

Dean and I ded as we were told and I felt him grab my hands and squeeze them reassuringly.

The bartender wound the rope around our legs and upper-bodies until we couldn't move.

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