Seth, Dean, and Roman all moved to the door of room 114, and paused with their weapons at the ready.
Security left a lot to be desired at this place. It took nothing to convince the nerdy manager to tell them the room that Dylan was in. A few idle threats and boom, the room number was handed over.
"Be ready on the count of three," Seth warned and began to count. "1…2…3, NOW!"
He kicked the door open and they ran inside with their weapons out in front of them.
Seth instantly spotted Y/N, and Dylan right behind her ducking down, using her as a shield for himself. His knifed hand rested at her slender neck.
"Let. Her. Go." Seth growled out. "We both know you're not man enough to face me, so let her go now, and you might live."
They all heard Dylan chuckle and then he was slicing the blade along Y/N's throat.
"NO!" Seth shouted as Dylan tossed Y/N aside to die, chair and all.
He dove at the man, and a fight ensued. A short fight, but a fight nonetheless.
Dylan lunged toward Seth with his knife, while Roman and Dean ran to Y/N to give her first aid. His knife knicked Seth's forearm, but that was the only shot he got. Seth ignored the cut and jammed his knife into Dylan's chest. Again and again. Then he grabbed the dying man by the face and growled. "I told you you'd die." He let out a curse and tossed the man aside, knowing his end was very near.
Then he was running to Y/N and falling to his knees beside her.