"Oh, shit!"
Becca cursed out loud as Chase yelled for Anna and herself to duck down. There was a shot fired and Becca prayed she wouldn't be hit.
"Either of you really good at driving?" Chase asked, her eyes on the road, her expression deathly serious.
"Yeah, I am!" Becca answered quickly, not sure she was at the standard Chase expected her to be, but was certainly willing to try if it meant they would be alive at the end of the day.
Chase glanced at Becca. "On the count of three, you'll jump into the driver's seat, understood?"
Becca nodded quickly as the Chase swerved again, avoiding another bullet sent their way.
"One, two, THREE." Chase counted, and then quickly leaned her chair back and rolled backward, giving Becca a clear shot to jump into the front seat. Becca took the moment and leapt into place, not bothering to get buckled as she tried to stay with the pick up in front of them.
Chase turned in her seat to look at Anna, "You any good with a gun?" She asked, reaching over the back of seat for a bag of guns. At that moment, however, there was a shot, crash, and then Chase grimacing.
"Aggh," She gasp, pulling her right arm to her chest.
Becca glanced over at Chase and saw blood running down the back of her arm, staining her clothing. "Oh my God!" She exclaimed. "Okay, um, you're okay, and we're all good in here. I'm gonna keep driving and everything's gonna be fine."
"I'm fine, I'm okay." Chase informed her. She tried to look at the wound, but it was in the back of her right arm. She glanced up only once, and just as she did, the truck they were following suddenly stopped. "STOP!"
Becca slammed on the brakes as Chase yelled, and they all went forward; Becca hitting her head on the steering wheel.
"Okay, it was so not a good decision to not wear a seat belt," She muttered, slowly pulling her head up. She glanced back at Anna, who appeared to be okay, and then looked at Chase, but her attention was on Andrew, who'd gotten out of the truck and was coming their way.
Becca felt something trickle down the side of her face, and put her hand to her head and pulled it away, finding blood. Quickly she wiped it on her jeans, not about to make a big deal over a little blood, and suddenly found a cell phone in her lap.
"Call Dean and Sam, tell them where we are!" Chase ordered, just as Andrew ripped the door open and pulled Chase out of the car.
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When Dean didn't return after ten minutes, Sam began to worry. When five minutes later Deirdra re-entered without him, that worry turned to dread. Deirdra spotted him and made her way over, smiling smoothly.
"Hey, your brother went to get some oil for my car. He thinks that's what's wrong with it, but I'm sure it's not. Would you mind checking it over?"
"Sure I will." He said, smiling back at her. He stood up, casually putting his hand behind his back to make sure he had a gun tucked safely in the back of his pants. He kept a close eye on Deirdra as he followed her out. And as soon as the door was closed, he pulled the gun out and pointed it at her.
"What are you doing?" She asked, giving him a shocked look.
Sam kept the gun trained on Deirdra's heart. "Where's my brother, you demented dog?"
Deirdra laughed. "Shoot me and you'll never know, but don't shoot me and you'll end up the same as him."
"Tell me where he is NOW." Sam said angrily, his hand shaking ever so slightly. Deirdra only laughed at him. So, Sam lowered the gun and shot her in the thigh. She cringed, but continued to laugh.
"I'm not going to ask again." Sam told her coldly, trying not to think about whether she killed Dean.
"It's too late, he's already dead. I decapitated him myself." Deirdra explained, laughing all the more.
Sam's arm went slack at this, and he tried not to show any sign of shock as he took the news in. Could it be true? If it was, he wasn't planning on letting her live another second.
Raising the gun again, Sam shot her straight through the heart. As she fell down, dead, he turned to leave the alleyway, pulling out his cell phone and dialing Dean's number. From somewhere back down the alleyway, he heard a ringing. Turning around and jogging back that way, Sam looked around everywhere. Lying on the ground near a dumpster he found Dean's phone. Sam picked it up and began searching frantically around the rest of the ally.
Finally he found Dean, laying unconscious under broken down cardboard boxes.
"Dean!" He yelled, hurrying to his brother's side and beginning to shake him awake.
"Sam?" Dean said, his eyes opening. They went wide, and he placed a hand to the back of his head. "Where'd she go?"
Sam sighed with relief to see Dean alive and well. He glanced back at Deirdra's body, and gave Dean a slight grin. "Well, in your words……I wasted her."
Dean looked at Sam and then laughed. "That's my boy!" He placed a hand to the back of his head and pulled it away, revealing blood. "What a bitch!"
Sam grabbed Dean's arm, helping him to his feet. "One down, two to go……I wonder how the girls are?"