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Bloody Ambush

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WARNING: BLOOD AND SLIGHT VIOLENCE. AND POSSIBLE CHARACTER DEATH.

Set during Season 3 of Supernatural. (Before Episode 9)

Bloody Ambush

Dean Winchester, shirtless with a pair of jeans on, sat in the couch of the motel he and his brother, Sam, were staying until they were finished with a demon problem. Sam was apparently at the bar, getting a drink. Sam has been drinking a lot more lately, Dean mused.

He switched through TV channels, not really watching, just thinking. At the moment he and Sam were in Iowa, and there had been some newsworthy deaths, and when they investigated, they found sulfur in the houses of the victims. It was a typical demon attack.

Dean had guessed that it wasn't just one demon doing this, so they were taking caution.

The clock ticked as Dean felt his mind start to slow down and his eyes start to drop. He was half asleep when he heard a whooshing sound. He ignored it.

Then there was a loud CLANG.

Eyes snapping open, he strode quickly to his bed, where the Colt was hidden underneath his pillow.

Grabbing it, he muttered, "Let's hope that's not what I think it is." Not bothering to put a shirt on, he stood in the middle of the room, watching, waiting…

It was silent.

Still Dean remained prepared. He saw the branches from the window swish softly, while the moon shone through. It looked peaceful and quiet.

All of a sudden the glass of the window shattered, and an invisible force slammed Dean against the wall.

Shaking the dizziness from his head, he looked up to see a blond woman with pretty green eyes, staring coldly at him. The green eyes suddenly turned black, and Dean shot up from the ground and pulled the trigger of the Colt.

The gunshot would have hit her, but she stepped away from the direction of the bullet just in time.

"Dean. You should know better than that. We demons have skills." The demon said, walking closer to where he stood.

Once she got close enough, she held out her hand, and Dean was slammed against the wall once again, except this time he was stuck there, unable to move.

"I guess I got desperate," he grunted, half-heartedly straining. "What do you want?"

"Isn't it obvious? All of us demons want your head on a stick, Dean. Same goes for Sammy." it said, smiling slightly.

"So, you decided to pop in and finish the job, huh? And here I thought demons were smarter than that.

"I was supposed to wait for the others to help me kill you. But seeing that your unarmed and alone, this should be easy and fun."

"Others? You have friends here going around killing and possessing people? Is this your girl's week out?" he mocked, trying to move his head.

"And we're loving it," it said, and pulled out a knife.

Cocking her head and smiling, almost evilly, she walked over to Dean and put a hand on his cheek. "You have no idea how happy this will make us demons, me killing you. Your time's running out for your deal, but there's nothing wrong with going to Hell early, is there?" she said softly, brushing the knife along his neck, so close to cutting the skin.

Barely looking at her, he thought to himself, Sammy where the hell are you?

"Yeah, I bet it'll give you a real shiny coin." he muttered. He waited for the knife to slit his throat, waited to choke on his own blood and die. Waited to go to Hell.

But the demon had other plans. "I don't think I'll kill you quick and painless, Dean. You're too special. And I'll give you some special treatment." it said, laughing slightly.

"Glad I'm such a prize," Dean said.

"You should be." She said before slashing the knife across Dean's stomach diagonally. Dean let out a low scream and groaned painfully. The blood gushed out, and

The demon let him fall to the floor.

What the demon didn't expect was Dean to quickly get up, clutching his bleeding stomach, and reached for the Colt. The demon kicked him away, but Dean came back at her, punching her in the jaw.

While it was distracted, Dean aimed for another punch, but the demon dodged and slashed at him with her hand, scratching him, leaving a claw-like injury, on his upper arm. Dean bit back a scream at the stinging pain.

The demon once again came at him, aiming for his face, and when Dean dodged it, twirling a bit, she used the knife to create a deep cut all the way across Dean's back. Dean screamed his loudest, grunted as he fell to his knees, and stared at the demon as his vision blurred, as pain tore through him, shaking his body violently. It felt like his body was being torn into pieces.

He collapsed to the ground.

The demon wiped away the blood that dribbled from her vessel's mouth, and it smiled, satisfied.

Dean felt his consciousness start to slip. Darkness started to creep into his mind. He was sure he wouldn't wake up again, either. His life would just be gone, disappearing like the rest who have died, laying only in memories of people they knew.

No. No, it shouldn't end like this. I…I gotta kill that demon. Finish the job. I gotta finish the job.

Eyes snapping open, he found a hidden strength to lift his head and grab the Colt, which was lying near him. The demon looked down, surprised, and tried to grab the Colt, tried to stop him, but Dean had already pulled the trigger.

The bullet landed in a perfect position In her heart. The demon sputtered, glowed slightly, before gasping and collapsed to the ground, dead.

Breathing heavily, Dean lay on his side, his arm in a slightly awkward position under his neck and chin. The blinding pain continued to shake his body.

So this is how it ends, he thought. Bleeding to death on the floor.

Peaceful darkness crept in his mind again, but he didn't want to die. Not yet. He didn't want to go to Hell. The more he thought about it, the more he fought the darkness. It wasn't his time yet. He still had time left.

I have to say goodbye to Sam. He thought desperately, and he felt tears of pain and desperation form in his eyes.

The tears dripped from his eyes, and Dean lost his fight with the darkness. As the last tear fell, his eyes closed, and blackness consumed him.

Alone, he lay there to bleed.
Ok, so I made this related to a pic by [link] cuz I wanted to make a pic from her idea.

Ch.2 link: [link]

I don't know if I killed Dean or not >_> Depends on what I think of later. This might be a rough draft. Who knows? I might write another idea.

Link to Revolution4u's deviation: [link]

Yay Dean! :dummy:
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sleepyhead12567's avatar
Intense. Well written.