A/N: I love Westerns. I love Clint Eastwood. I love Dean Winchester. This chapter was inevitable. The episode where they went back to find Samuel Colt and the phoenix ash actually nearly killed me.
But now that a friendly reviewer has told me about 'Mary Sue', I fear for my character. So this is probably the last plainly funny chapter for a while, unless there are requests. I gotta do something a bit more realistic with my character.
(Oh and dear guest who reviewed 'f' - I thank you for your input but I must sincerely ask...what in all hell are you talking about?)
Staring down the shape-shifter with the poor dead man's face, Sarah felt completely safe, despite the profanities and threats it was spewing at her. She felt safe because she knew the Winchesters had her back.
Or rather the shape-shifter's back; they were creeping up behind it, moving in for the kill.
Just as it cocked the gun in its hand, pointed at Sarah, Dean rushed in a slit its throat with a silver knife.
As he was doing it, he spoke in its ear, "When you have to shoot, shoot. Don't talk."
Sam rushed to untie Sarah and she gave him a hug once her hands were free. Then, she stood up and strode over to Dean, who was crouched over the shape-shifter, examining it. When he saw her coming, he rose and turned to face her.
"Hey, you alri-" she cut him off by pressing her lips to his. When she stepped back, Dean blinked comically and Sarah couldn't help but laugh.
"What was that for?" he managed to cough out.
"I imagine it was a mix of adrenalin, pure base attraction and the fact that The Good, the Bad and the Ugly is one of my all-time favourite films," Sarah replied, realising that Sam was chuckling away to himself. Once again.
"Oh," said Dean, as if that all made perfect sense. "Hey, you know how I asked you to marry me before...?"
"That's starting to look like a terribly good idea," Sarah grinned.
"But in the meantime…?"
Sarah raised her eyebrows. "Clint Eastwood marathon it is."
"Yes!"
Sam had stopped finding this funny now.
"No."
