A/N Sorry for the delay! I've been really busy and I'm really behind with this fic, it's supposed to be finished by Friday! uh oh, I'm gonna have to start on the next chapter tonight have it up by tomorrow and then the last up on Friday. Anyway thanks for the reviews! Hope you like it and again thanks to Sendintheclowns for the prompt!
Several people let out cries of surprise as the lights cut out but sunlight was still creeping in through the windows. The three robbers cursed and began talking urgently amongst themselves. Dean swore under his breath and sighed.
Things just kept getting worse, the cops obviously thought this was going to be the long-haul but Dean wanted nothing more than to get out of here, he and Sam couldn't afford to be seen in a bank let alone one being robbed.
Dean looked across at Sam who was sitting, well leaning propped up against the cash desk. His chin was against his chest and his eyes were closed, blood still trickling from his head wound and marking crimson trails down his pale face.
He tapped his brother's face with one hand and shook him gently with the other.
"Hey Sammy, stay awake. You can't fall asleep on me." He said as Sam blinked at him blearily, eyelids half mast and eyes slow and unfocused as they looked around the bank.
"Sorry." He slurred and Dean swallowed hard feeling a surge of anger. They had given his brother one hell of a knock to the head.
"What did I tell you about putting pressure on it?" He said quietly, glancing over at the three men who were still conversing, voices rising slightly and Dean could hear the panic in their voices but he wasn't comforted by it. Fear was dangerous. Fear made people reckless, brash.
Dean felt sweat trickling down the back of his neck and he began to realise just how hot it was in here without the air con. It was a hot day and everyone packed into one room with no air conditioning was making the air humid and thick.
Dean sat back next to his brother and looked around. He still had the gun tucked into the back of his pants and he thanked whatever god there may be that they hadn't checked him. It was his last resort for getting out of here.
Looking across at Sam he saw a sheen of sweat lacing across Sam's face and he knew the heat was starting to get to his brother.
"Sam take off your jacket." He said lowly and Sam sluggishly looked across at him. The slightest noise was causing his head to flare in pain and talking was even worse. He felt like his brain had been filled with cotton wool. He just couldn't string his thoughts together coherently. He just wanted to sleep.
Knowing his brother wasn't lucid enough to understand him fully he began maneuvering his brother's long limbs and pulling off his jacket.
"Dean…I wanna go home." Sam mumbled sounding very much like he had as a small child and there was almost a whine to his voice. Dean frowned, Sam's brain must really be scrambled if he was whining.
"I know the feeling Sammy, just sit tight and stay awake and it'll be over soon." Dean said as Sam nodded and winced heavily.
Sam looked across at his brother and even through his pain induced haze he could see the worry written across his brother's face. He could tell Dean knew this wasn't going to be easy, that there was a large possibility of them getting caught by the cops or worse getting shot, especially if Dean kept going with his smartass comments.
The room was spinning, his head was pounding and his stomach was churning and he just wished they had never stopped off in this butt-hole town at all.
"You should have stayed in the car." Sam slurred quietly and Dean turned to face his brother sharply, he couldn't tell if it was an accusation or merely a throw away comment. He didn't have time to think about it however as Sam leant over and promptly vomited. Dean grimaced as Sam heaved and the contents of his stomach hit the floor with a wet splatter.
Skirting out of the way as Sam heaved again Dean rubbed his brother's back soothingly but turning away from the smell.
"Jesus Christ…fucking great now we have to sit here with this stench." The tallest man said angrily, kicking Sam's leg hard as he passed. Something similar to a feral growl escaped Dean's lips.
"Touch him again and it will be the last thing you do," He snarled whilst the man only smirked in return.
"Look who's trying to be a smartass again." He taunted silkily as Dean gritted his teeth. Sam let out a small moan next to him and wiped his mouth on his sleeve, panting slightly.
"Look who's succeeding at being a dumbass." Dean retorted angrily. The two other men looked over warily.
"Do you really think it's wise to talk back to me when I have gun pointed at your head and another pointed at your brother?" He asked with a sickening smile whilst Dean could only scowl in return.
The man walked away back to his little cronies and Dean turned to Sam.
"You okay?" He whispered. Sam looked across at him sluggishly, really struggling to keep his eyes open. He held out an uncoordinated hand signaling 'so so'. Dean let a strained smile onto his face.
"That's one hell of a concussion Sammy, you'd think that pumpkin head of yours would be more resistant." He said and Sam smiled lopsidedly.
"I thought…it was melon." He said with a smile but Dean could still see the lines of pain on his brother's face.
"Yeah well, I felt like changing it up a bit. Actually a pumpkin is too round, yours is kinda funny shaped…Maybe a guava." Dean said and Sam let out a snort of laughter which was quickly cut off by wince as his head throbbed.
Dean leant over to check his brother's pupil's but he was interrupted by the short guy, who seemed to be in charge walking towards the crowd of terrified people and pointing at the bank worker who had told him he knew the vault code earlier.
"You're gonna take me into that vault…now." He said menacingly and the guy looked up with wide, fearful eyes, sweat dripping down his pale face as he got shakily to his feet.
"They've cut the power…th…that means nobody can get into the vault. The keypad runs of the mains power…for…for security reasons." The guy stammered, his voice trembling as the robber's face turned thunderous whilst the other two looked nervous.
"You're going to get us into that vault." The man said slowly in a dangerous tone, enunciating each word as the suited banker cowered, trembling as he backed against the wall.
"I can't…I'm sorry but it…" The banker's quivering pleas were cut off by a deafening gunshot and crimson spattered up the marble walls in an angry spray. Several women screamed and a young child started crying as the man slid down the wall into a crumpled heap.
The screaming stopped and women stifled their cries as the gunman turned around, surveying the terrified crowd of people before him. Nobody dared make a sound.
However, the brief silence was shattered as rapid gunfire resounded, windows shattering and red dots dancing across the walls as snipers fired from the roofs of nearby buildings.
It was absolute chaos as people scrambled to the sides, desperate to avoid the spray of bullets as glass rained down on them. Dean moved instinctively in front of Sam who barely seemed to be aware of what was going on but nevertheless he grasped weakly at Dean's shirt as he shielded him.
Sunlight caught the shards as they fell and light bounced off the walls and the gunfire ceased.
Ears ringing, Dean looked up.
People were still crouched together, hands over their head but he could see two bodied sprawled on the floor a few meters away, their faces covered by balaclavas and dark blood pooling around their still forms.
Where was the other guy? Dean thought as other people began to look up, looking around hopeful that the three men were all dead and that the police would come in and save the day. If only Dean could still think like that. In fact he'd never looked to the police for help or as meaning salvation, they only meant trouble and questions they couldn't afford to answer.
They'd probably have a few minutes before the cops came to get out of here undetected.
"C'mon Sammy get up." He said trying to heave an uncooperative Sam to his feet however he just groaned and swatted Dean's hand away.
"Leave me alone." He mumbled and Dean couldn't help but smirk being reminded of a surly, teenage Sam.
"We've got to get out of here now get your scrawny ass up." He said sliding his hands under Sam's armpits and heaving him up to his feet where he swayed unsteadily, blinking dazedly.
"M'Tired." Sam mumbled and Dean swung his arm across his shoulders helping him to walk.
"Don't Move."
Dean froze as he felt the push of the cold metal of a gun pressed against his skull.
"Turn around." The voice said slowly and Dean swallowed with difficulty, his mouth felt like sandpaper as he slowly turned, Sam stumbling slightly but regaining himself.
"Sit back down, you're not going anywhere." He said and Dean's heart pounded rapidly against his ribcage, echoing in his ears.
"Look man, the cops are here you're friends are dead. It's just you. You could get out of here, get away with the cash and never look back. The longer you stay here the more likely you're gonna get caught." Dean said quickly eyes pleading as the man held the gun steady.
"Shutup." He said gruffly but Dean wasn't giving up, he needed to get Sam out of here.
"Seriously man, you've already killed people. They're gonna catch you and you're gonna be locked up and they'll throw away the key. You have the chance to get out." He said quickly as the cops sounded another warning from outside the doors.
"Sit down." The man growled
"If you let people go they'll go easy on you." Dean said as Sam leant on him heavily, the room spinning as he tried to keep his balance and focus, he couldn't afford to be out of it.
"Just Shut up!" He yelled clicking the gun off safety and pointing it between Dean's eyes. Panting heavily, eyes gleaming with anger he held the gun steady. Dean nodded mutely and glanced across at Sam before lowering him to the ground and sitting down next to him.
"I need to think." He said mainly to himself as he paced. The silence was palpable as Dean watched his pacing movements with increased anger. He just wanted to get the fuck out of here, what was he playing at? He knew he couldn't get the money and the cops were outside.
The cops were closing in and neither of the Winchester brothers could afford to be in here when they did. Dean reached into his back pocket and felt for the gun again, relieved by the feel of the cool metal beneath his finger tips.
He would use it if he had to; he needed to get him and Sam out of here. He needed to keep Sam safe; he had already failed at that job once today.
Dean watched as the man placed the gun on the counter and leant against it, he pulled off his balaclava and scrubbed a hand over his face.
Sam swallowed hard as he saw the man remove his balaclava. If he was showing his face that was a bad sign. They could remember what he looked like. It usually meant they had no intention of leaving anyone alive.
Ignoring the agony in his head and the churning in his stomach he looked across at Dean who was watching the man carefully.
"Dean, why did you come in here?" He asked quietly. Dean turned to Sam and frowned, noticing the sweat lacing his face. He could feel his own shirt sticking to him in the unbearable heat.
"I told you Sam, I wasn't going to leave you in here. God knows what you'd get up to when left to your own devices." He said and Sam swallowed hard, guilt eating away at him. It was his fault Dean was in here, his fault Dean was in danger.
"You shouldn't have come in here. You could have been killed." Sam said the slur still distinct in his words as he struggled to remain lucid. The sight of a gun being pointed at his brother was still fresh in his mind.
"Sam, it was my choice. End of." He said shortly and Sam fell silent.
"This is the police, if you don't come out or make contact we'll come in with force. Let the hostages go." The tinny voice cut through the silence and everyone looked up.
The tension in the room seemed to thicken and the woman next to Dean held on more tightly to her daughter who was crying silently.
"C'mon, just let everybody go." Dean said quietly getting to his feet and the gunman remained silent.
Sam watched his brother cautiously. Why couldn't he just sit down and wait it out.
Dean couldn't let him know he had a weapon. He needed him to think he was harmless, that he had the upper hand. Dean was getting closer and closer without the guy realising what he was doing. He could reach for his gun at the last minute, knock the other towards Sammy. He was making this up as he went along but that's what happened with most of his plans and they couldn't afford to sit and wait to get caught.
He was in the right place, he could easily get a good shot in and reach for the gun. He'd think about actually getting out of there when the time came. Quick as lightning, his hunter reflexes paying off he grasped the gun from his back pocket and whipped it out.
But the man was just as quick, grabbing his gun he shot forward tackling Dean who let out an oomph as the air rushed out of his lungs and his ribs protested angrily as the pair went tumbling backwards hitting the ground.
People started to scream and the clatter could be heard across the room as Dean's gun slid from his grasp and skittered across the floor. As the man pointed the gun at Dean a look of hatred on his face Dean knew he had a split second to react. His head shot forward colliding with the gunman's and he blinked stars away, head throbbing.
He was aware of Sam shouting his name as he shot forward, tumbling on top of the heavy-set guy and scrabbling for the gun which was held tightly in his pudgy fist.
Sam watched in horror as Dean wrestled for the gun, his heart pounding relentlessly against his ribs and blood rushing in his ears. He couldn't just let this happen, he couldn't let Dean die. He wouldn't have been in here in the first place if it wasn't for Dean's ridiculous need to throw himself into danger for the sake of Sam.
Sam wasn't going to let Dean die, not for his sake.
He edged forward looking around frantically for Dean's gun, if he could just find it he could end this. He was struck by a wave of dizziness and he swallowed the bile that crept up his throat.
Dean felt a fist collide with his jaw and he furiously kneed the guy in the stomach driving all his strength into the kick, the man's grip on the gun lessened but did not falter.
"I'm gonna fucking kill you." The man growled breathlessly, slamming Dean's hand against the hard floor in an effort to get him to release the gun.
"Dean!" Sam yelled from somewhere to his right but Dean was too busy receiving an elbow to the nose. A crack and then blinding pain as warmth rushed down his face, tasting copper and blinking through watered eyes he groaned.
Slamming the large guy's hand down again a shot rang out. Realising it had hit neither of them Dean took advantage of the surprise of his opponent and yanked the gun from his grip and bought it down with a sickening thud to his skull causing him to immediately crumple and Dean shoved him off with a grunt.
He got shakily to his feet, the room spinning from the dizzying blows he had received and he spat a mouthful of blood onto the floor.
"Christ Sam his head is harder than yours." Dean said rubbing his head with a grimace as he looked around for his brother.
"Sam?" He called out and the grin slid off his face as he caught sight of his brother, slumped against the wall, blood steadily blossoming across his shirt.
A/N Sorry if that was awful I had to really rush this