Editor's note: Police in Lafayette, La., have not confirmed any fatalities in movie theater shooting yet, but multiple media sources are reporting that 2 are dead, including the gunman, and at least 6 are injured. At a news briefing, police said ATF and FBI agents are on the scene and the shooting was contained to a single theater. We’ll continue to monitor events and update accordingly. - Jimmy
Editor’s note: Police in Lafayette, La., have not confirmed any fatalities in movie theater shooting yet, but multiple media sources are reporting that 2 are dead, including the gunman, and at least 6 are injured. At a news briefing, police said ATF and FBI agents are on the scene and the shooting was contained to a single theater. We’ll continue to monitor events and update accordingly. - Jimmy http://bit.ly/1MovCIm
Dean was leaning on you for support, while Sam leaned against the dark cave’s wall. In your hands was a flare gun ready to shoot the Wendigo, before it captured any more people. Sam and Dean were captured for two days, and were injured pretty badly. Dean had deep scratches across her torso, his shirt stained scarlet. Sam forehead and hair was matted with blood form a scratch on his forehead. Scratches littered both Sam and Dean’s bodies, and you felt terrible. You let this happen to them, but you can think more about the subject later. The creature was closing in on you three, and you needed to torch the sucker.
You heard a low growl just around the corner. Dean shifted slightly. “Stay here,” you whispered in Dean’s ear. He didn’t protest, which worried you. Dean moved, trying not to make a sound, until he was leaning against the wall.
You walked around the corner, and shot. You didn’t let the Wendigo any time to escape. The flare hit right in it’s stomach. You didn’t wait for the Wendigo to fall to the ground, before you turned back to Sam and Dean. There’s no way it’s getting up from that, you thought. Looking back you realize that was a bad idea, and it might have gotten back up. The Wendigo did not get up, it was nothing but ash in almost 30 seconds.
You helped Sam get up, and let him put his weight on your right shoulder. You let Dean put his weight on your left shoulder. Navigating the tunnels back was going to be hard, but at least now you knew Sam and Dean are save.
As you were struggling under the weight or the two men, Dean tried to speak.
“Imagine you taking a bullet for Neal despite the fact that you left him because he cheated” as requested by Anonymous
“(Y/N)… Why did you do this?” “Not because of your cheating ass, that’s for sure.” You muttered loud enough for him to hear, rapidly looking away. Maybe it WAS because of this firm little ass of his? For a moment, he looked pained. “Then, why? If you hate me so much, why did you take a bullet for me?!” He nearly shouted, tension rolling off him in waves. He had been scared to death about you. He thought you would die. He thought he would lose you forever. And that’s something he could not live with. “I-I don’t know, okay?!” You almost screamed in response, frustrated at your own mindless action. “My body moved on its own!” He looked at you with that sad sad face, and you could not help but add. “And I don’t hate-hate you, you know. I kinda hate-stand you…”