A/N Thanks for the great reviews guys! I kind of just sat down and wrote this so there are probably loads of mistakes and errors it probably doesn't even make sense, it was late lol.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, the plot isn't even mine

Warnings: Language, Violence also Limp!Sam

Summary: The Winchesters definitely hated banks but it looks like the feeling was mutual.

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Sam couldn't tear his eyes away from the dead, glazed blue ones that gazed sightlessly up at the ceiling. The dark blood was pooling around her head, red streaking through her golden hair, blonde like Jessica. Sam swallowed hard, bile creeping up his throat.

She was dead. He had been talking to her and then bang, the next second she was dead. Maybe he really was cursed. As he stared at her he didn't see her face anymore, it was Madison's face, Jessica's face, dead eyes glaring accusations.

He looked away, instead staring at the three men in ski masks who were yelling something at everyone but Sam seemed to have lost the capacity to take in words. All he could hear was the gunshot ringing in his ears.

The same shot that had sounded when the bullet impacted into Madison's chest.

He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to be near Laura's body. He wanted Dean.

The man who seemed to be the leader, shouted something again and a man in a suit stood up, hands raised.

The gun was waved again, trigger clicking and the suited man walked over to the doors, hands still held over his head in surrender. He pulled keys from his pocket and began to lock the doors.

They were locking them in. Shit, not good.

Sam could hear crying to his left and saw a woman cradling her young daughter, trying to soothe her as she cried into her mother's shoulder. An old woman to his right appeared to be praying, holding her rosary and muttering.

Sam wished he still had that faith.

All he had faith in now was Dean.

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Dean scrambled out of the car, gunshots still echoing in his ears. What was it with them and banks?

He sprinted over to the doors and pulled hard, trying to yank them open only to find it didn't even budge. Ignoring the jarring pain in his shoulder he tried again.

Fuck, they were locked.

He swore loudly and kicked the doors.

This definitely wasn't good.

He had no way of knowing that Sam was even still alive in there. The thought made his stomach turn and he resisted the surge of panic raging within him.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. It was worth a try.

The phone rang, once, twice…

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The tense silence that had settled over the bank as the three men talked lowly amongst themselves was shattered by the sudden ringing of a cell phone.

Sam jumped as he realised it was his and felt himself flush as he realised Dean had changed his ringtone to 'I'm Coming Out' he could feel dozens of pairs of eyes on him.

The masked men immediately drew their guns and pointed them at Sam's face.

"Slide over the cell phone…NOW." He yelled his gruff voice echoing through the room, cocking the gun. Sam flinched and held up his hands. He slid the still ringing cell phone across the floor where the man picked it up and hung up before crunching the phone beneath his boot.

"Nice ring tone." One of the men remarked with a smirk.

Sam knew it had been Dean calling. He stared miserably at the shattered phone and felt relief wash over him as the guns were withdrawn from his face. Having three guns pointed at you simultaneously was not an experience he wanted to relive.

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Dean swore as the dial tone sounded in his ear.

"God-damn it Sammy." He said under his breath as he looked up at the bank wondering what the hell he was going to do.

He paced along the sidewalk, running a hand through his hair impatiently. It wasn't like he could call the cops…

Then he suddenly thought, if there was another entrance he could get in that way. He wasn't going to leave his brother alone in there.

He popped the trunk and grabbed his .45, sliding it into the back of his jeans and locked the car. He slipped down the side alley of the bank and looked around for another door. He frowned when he found no other entrance.

Sighing he wracked his brains for some way of getting in there or getting Sam out. He leant against the reeking dumpster and looked around desperately. He needed to get to Sam. That kid had the worst friggin luck in the world.

He goes into a bank and it gets robbed.

But he's only in there because you sent him in there

Dean kicked the dumpster angrily, ignoring his now throbbing toe. This could turn into a full-blown hostage situation, lasting all day, it could lead to a shoot-out or even if they let everyone out the police will be asking questions and Sam couldn't afford to talk to the police.

Then something caught Dean's eye and a smile eased across his face.

He had his way in.

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"Get in the back and round everyone up, bring them in here. They try anything funny kill them." One of the men said to the other. The shorter, stockier guy nodded and left the room.

They weren't taking any chances. Sam shifted slightly, his already aching muscles were protesting from lying down in the same position for too long and he wanted to move.

"If everyone here co-operates, shuts up, stays still and does nothing this will be over and we'll be gone and you can get back to doing whatever the hell you do but if anyone causes any trouble I won't hesitate in blowing your head off." The leader of the three yelled.

Sam sighed, rubbing his still throbbing head. This really wasn't his day.

Everyone looked up as the other man entered leading other bank-workers from the back room in a line.

"Right now, down to business."

The tallest man strode over the cash desk and tapped on the glass tauntingly with his pistol. The girl behind the glass flinched, staring up at the man with fearful eyes.

"Right sweetheart, you're going to hand over the cash box and if you try to do anything, raise the alarm, dye packs then I'll kill you okay? Fair Deal?" He said in a sickeningly sweet voice. The girl nodded tearfully and reached under the counter. She unlocked the cash-box her hands trembling and pulled out several large wads of cash.

Sam willed her not to trigger the alarm; just let them leave with the money so they could all get out of here.

The money was passed through the small window and the robbers shoved it into their rucksack quickly.

Let it be over now. Sam thought desperately.

"Now, who here has the vault combination?" The man asked with a grin.

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Dean wriggled with difficulty through the narrow confines of the vent, hoping he was going the right way.

He hadn't really thought this through. He didn't know where to go, where it would be safe to drop out or how when he was in there he would actually get to Sam without being noticed.

Of course if it had been Sam he would have planned the whole thing out, thought it through and come up with a plan but he wasn't Sam. He was more of a 'go in all guns firing' kind of guy.

He sighed with relief as he saw the light from a grate up ahead. That meant he was coming up to an actual room and maybe somewhere he could get out. He army crawled through the narrow vent before he reached the grate.

Peering down through the slats he could see he was above an empty office. Slotting his fingers between the slats he yanked the grate up and pushed it aside. He sat up, dropping his legs through the hole and gripping the sides with his hands; he carefully lowered himself down before dropping down to the ground.

As he hit the ground he looked around quickly. It was all clear, he could hear muffled voices. They must be close. Now all he had to do was figure out how to get in there without being noticed.

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The whole room fell silent and nobody answered the man's question. The tension was palpable as the three masked men looked around angrily.

"Somebody in here has to know…how about I start shooting until somebody tells me."

He raised the gun and pointed it at the young mother and her daughter, smiling.

"What a pretty little girl." He said softly.

The little girl whimpered and hugged her mother tightly whilst the mother began to cry.

"Please…" She begged tearfully.

There was an audible click as he cocked the trigger and Sam shuddered. He didn't think he could watch another innocent person die.

"Such a shame." He said softly, fingers tightening on the trigger.

There was a long pause and Sam looked away, waiting for the shot but hoping it wouldn't come. How could anyone point a gun at a child?

"Wait!" A man suddenly interjected. The gunman spun around and a man with a suit was standing up, hands raised.

"I know the combination." The man said shakily.

Sam looked at his watch. They'd only been in here 20 minutes but it had felt like a lifetime.

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From his spot crouched behind a desk Dean could see through the window that the three men were talking, their backs were turned and this might be his only chance.

Moving quickly he exited the room and walked slowly into the room, people looked up from their spots on the floor as he silently walked through, spotting Sam's unruly mop of hair sitting to the right he scooted over and dropped down next to him causing Sam to jump out of his skin.

"Holy Shit…Dean?" He whispered incredulously as Dean grinned.

"The one and only." He whispered back.

"What are you doing?" He asked as Dean looked at his brother, checking him over and finding him unscathed.

"I heart gunshots, I wanted to see what was going on. It was boring outside." Dean said with a smile as Sam shook his head, staring at his brother in amazement.

"So you broke in here? Are you crazy?" Sam asked quietly as Dean studied the three men in the corner, sirens still wailing outside.

"Crazy? No. Incredibly handsome, yes." Dean said and Sam wondered how his brother could be so calm and collected after breaking into a bank full of armed robbers.

"Dean, you should have stayed outside…what if they saw you?" Sam asked.

"Yeah well they didn't and I wasn't exactly going to leave you in here by yourself, god knows what you'd do unsupervised I mean there are pennies and things that you could put up your nose and…"

"Shutup Dean." Sam said unable to keep the grin from his face. He may be annoyed at his brother for putting himself in danger by sneaking in but it felt better to have him there.

"So what's been going on." Dean asked looking at his brother. Sam was about to reply when a shadow fell over the pair of them and a blinding pain struck the side of his head. His vision went dark for a second and he felt his head hit the floor, there was wetness on the side of his face and he could hear Dean yelling his name.

"I said no talking, are you retarded or something?" The gunman asked as Sam groaned from the floor.

Dean was staring at the man with a murderous glint in his eye as Sam clutched at his head, ears ringing and eyes unfocused. The only thing stopping him from ripping the guy apart there and then was the gun pointed at him and the other on Sam.

The man studied Dean, frowning slightly as Dean broke his gaze away from him and looked across at Sam. He tried to move across to him but he found a hand on his chest, the gun pointed at his face.

"Don't Move…Wait…you weren't in here before." The guy said and Dean blanched slightly.

"What?" He said trying to pass off as being nonchalant.

"No…you weren't in here before. I got a good look at everyone in here and you weren't there." The guy said suddenly assured of himself. Dean tried his best to look honestly confused but he was worried about Sam, his head was bleeding a lot and he'd already had one too many knocks to the head, he didn't need another one.

"I'm gonna ask you this once. How did you get in here?" He asked lowly. Dean swallowed looking across at Sam who was holding his head and groaning softly. Dean was surprised he was still conscious, being pistol-whipped wasn't fun.

Dean flinched as the hard, cold metal of the gun was placed against his forehead.

"I'm thinking you and your little friend over there are cops and I'm thinking I have no reason not to blow your brains out right now." He said and Dean swallowed hard.

This was not going the way he planned.

"So you're gonna tell me what you're doing in here or I'll blow both your heads off, starting with your little friend over there." He said cocking the gun in Sam's direction.

Dean flinched and looked desperately across at Sam who was clutching his head, eyes closed and teeth gritted in pain. The clock was ticking and the guy was getting more and more pissed off and there was still a gun pointed at his brother.

"Okay I uh…I crawled in through the vent." Dean said quickly, feeling heat on his face as everyone looked at him. The guy frowned.

"And why the hell would you do that?" He demanded angrily, spit flying onto Dean's cheek. Dean wiped it away quickly, sneering despite the fear he felt.

"Dude, I asked for the news not the weather." He said but instantly regretted the comment as the gun clicked in Sam's direction and he barely had time to react to the fist flying at his face. He stumbled backwards, cheek throbbing angrily as he winced and struggled to regain his composure as his ears rang.

"Dean…" Sam's strained voice said quietly and Dean looked across at his brother who even through his dazed appearance was begging his brother.

"Now tell me why you're here." The guy said, thrusting the gun at his face again.

"Look I'm not a cop okay…I…I had to come in here to get my brother, nothing else." He said raising his hands to show his surrender.

"Whatever, I'll deal with you later. Now I need the combination to the vault..you" He said pointing to the guy in the suit who was sweaty profusely.

The gunman's reply was cut off by the wailing of sirens and red and blue lights danced across the walls of the bank as several police cars drew up outside.

"Shit, who called the fucking cops?" One of the other men yelled, panicked. The other man drew his gun away from Dean and walked over to the cashier.

"She must have triggered the alarm…Bitch!" He yelled angrily, pounding against the glass causing the young girl to flinch, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Leave her alone." A man shouted from behind Dean.

"You shut the fuck up." The man said waving the gun a somewhat manic edge to his voice as he paced impatiently, the two other robbers looking to him for answers. Dean couldn't help but grin.

"Oh you're really panicking now." Dean said lightly.

"Shutup." He yelled in return before turning away and continuing to pace, beckoning the other two men over.

Satisfied that their attention was no longer on him Dean rushed over to his brother's side.

"Sam…Sam c'mon let me look at it." Dean said as Sam tried to shy away from his prying hands. He reluctantly tilted his head, dizzying at the shift in movement as his head spun and throbbed.

Dean swallowed hard at the amount of blood and at the small white glint of skull. Shit they had fucked up his brother's head pretty good.

"Don' feel good Dean…"Sam mumbled. For some reason he could seem to string his words together properly. It was like his brain had been replaced with cotton wool. The room was still spinning.

"I'm not surprised Sam. I need to stop this bleeding okay, it's gonna hurt." He said softly and Sam didn't reply, he was just sitting there, face pale and blood standing out starkly. Dean shrugged off his overshirt and balled it up, he pressed down on his brother's head causing him to flinch and duck away, moaning slightly.

"Sorry."

Sam tried to control the churning nausea but it was getting worse with each steady pound in his head. He just wanted to sleep. Maybe if he did it would be over when he woke up. Just for a little bit.

"Hey, hey, don't you go to sleep on me Sammy." Dean said, tapping his brother's face lightly causing Sam's heavy eyelids to slowly slide open.

"Sorry." Sam mumbled hoarsely.

"Right, everybody if anyone tries any funny business when the cops are here we won't hesitate to kill you." He said his gaze lingering on Dean who glared back.

Even in his concussed, pain hazed mind Sam knew that the cops being here wasn't good. The other people seemed to have looks of hope on their face, relief but Sam knew the cops coming just overcomplicated everything and it meant things would take that much longer.

"We have the bank surrounded, come out with your hands behind your head." A tinny voice sounded from the megaphone outside.

The warning sounded again but the men ignored it. This was definitely not good. Sam looked across at Dean who had the same expression on his face. This wasn't going to be clean-cut and over. This was going to get messy.

That was when all the lights went out and the air conditioning shuttered and died with a groan.

The cops had cut the power.