Austin Samuel Winchester

I do not own anything you recognize…

Chapter Seventeen

"Don't move," Dean whispered to Carly.

She nodded, obviously terrified.

Dean gave her forehead a small kiss to signal that it would all be okay. But it didn't work. Carly cringed. Chris had won. He'd screwed up almost all the progress Carly made to get over the rape.

"Chris, right," Dean asked the man who was standing there with a smirk, watching the couple. He dropped his hold on Carly and took a step toward Chris.

"I guess my name gets around," Chris smirked. "Was it on her lips when you conceived Austin?"

Dean made a fist. This guy had no right being here. No right saying that. Absolutely no right. And if he ticked Dean off enough, then maybe, just maybe, Dean might resort to wasting this piece of garbage of a human.

"Let's keep this between you and me," Dean offered. "Leave them out of it."

Chris pretended to weigh his options. "Actually, I think we should leave you out of it. This is between Carly and I."

"Not any more."

Chris laughed. "Winchester thinks he can protect them. Good luck on that one."

"You have one second to leave."

"Or what?"

"Oops," Dean said, ready to pounce. "Second's over."

Dean jumped toward the man. They both ended up on the ground, Dean on top. He got two punches in before Chris managed to flip them. Chris got several good punches in.

By now, Chris had a bloodied up lip and Dean's nose was bleeding.

Dean flipped them again but didn't manage any punches as Chris had already pulled some movie-like move and slithered out from under Dean. Chris was starting to stand up when Dean caught on to what had happened. The Winchester quickly scrambled up. Just as he was about to stand to his full height, Chris came over and kicked Dean in the face.

As Dean grabbed his nose – which he was sure was broken now – Chris did another kick, this time to Dean's stomach.

Dean doubled over in pain.

Chris took his opportunity and pushed Dean so he was lying on the ground. With a leg on each side of Dean, Chris took out a pocket knife and flipped it open. He pushed dangerously on Dean's airway with his hand as he admired the knife.

"Guess that second is up, huh," Chris rhetorically asked as he smirked and watched the knife. "Don't worry. I'll take good care of Carly and Austin for you. I've already picked out the burial grounds."

"Dean," Carly called and started running toward them. She had just begun to look as she couldn't bear it before. Chris was her rapist. He had ruined her life until Dean had come into it. Now everything in the world she held onto, everything good, might be taken away with a swipe of a knife.

Chris smiled at her manically. Dean used the hand which was not trying to get Chris' hand off his airway to shoo Carly off. The Winchester knew that if she got close enough, Chris wouldn't hesitate to kill her.

A gunshot rang out.

The bullet hit Chris in the head. His face turned to shock as the knife dropped to the side of the two men, harmlessly. Chris fell the opposite way, off of Dean.

Dean scrambled away just as Carly knelt down next to him.

"Dean," she breathed before crying into his chest. He put his arms around her as he looked up to the gunman.

Sam.