Trigger Happy

Trigger Happy //14

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Dean stared in horror as he watched Dana fall. Thick, dark blood spilling from her chest.

"I'm a woman of my word, bitch." Meg said she kicked Dana's chest, the spike of her boot puncturing the stab wound further, but there was no sign of movement or sound from Dana.

Sam had already sprung into action, aiming for Meg. While Dean was still stuck in a stupor.      

Meg intercepted his attack and pinned him quickly to the wall.

"Don't worry Sam, you'll get your turn." she said.

It was then Dean had finally snapped out of his shock and repeated Sam's move. And Meg repeated hers.

"My my... You boys are just so eager to die." she said patronisingly.

Meg clenched her hand into a fist and Sam started gasping for breath.

"Let him go!" a new voice interrupted.

"John." Meg smiled wickedly.

She put more pressure on Sam's windpipe.

"So nice to see you  again." She said with fake sweetness, then stopped short when she saw the colt in his hands.

"Oh, so that's how it's going to be?" she said, annoyed.

"You know, you hunters are soo typical. Always relying on a weapon." she mocked, making her annoyance clear.

He cocked the gun and pointed it at her.

"I'll only say it once more, let go of the boy." He ordered in a 'don't mess with me' tone.

Meg shrugged. "Whatever, I got what I came here for anyway, see you later boys." She winked and then disappeared.

After Dean's recognition that his father was with him and safe, he remembered about Dana, and he was shocked to see her gone.

"Dana!" Dean yelled, hoping in vain to hear a response.

"Hey, where is she? You don't think...Dana!" Sam joined in.

"Dad! where'd she go?" Dean asked desperately.

"I don't know but it doesn't matter, we need to go now!" he answered, sensing there were more demons nearby.

"What! No! We can't just leave Dana, we need to find her." Dean yelled in outrage, the first time he took such a tone with his father.

"We can and we will, that's an order!"

"No! she's hurt, if she doesn't get help soon, she'll die." Dean said in disbelief.

"She knew what she was signed up for son, now I said let's go."

Dean didn't even think when he swung at John, his fist caught John's jaw.

Dean knew his father wasn't very sympathetic, but he never thought his dad could be so heartless, considering Dana saw John as a father figure.

"You son of a bitch!" Dean yelled.

John spit the blood out of his mouth, throwing a menacing glare at Dean.

"Sorry son, but this is for the best..." he said, not sounding the least bit sorry,  before knocking Dean out. Dean went down like a domino.

"Sam! help me with Dean!" John called, holding up Deans torso by his shirt.

Sam, having just come from the next room looking for Dana, was understandably confused.