Love Conquers Evil

"Really Sammy?"

"Ashley!" Dean yelled running in after me, Sam following.

I tried throwing my elbow back into my attacker, but their arm was wrapped securely around my torso, keeping my arms in place.

I threw my head around, trying to get the hand away from my mouth.

The hand slipped and I took my chance and bit down on the hand, hard.

The person yelped in sudden pain, but didn't remove their hand.

My attacker continued to pull me farther into the darkened hotel.

I couldn't see exactly where I was, but it was somewhere behind the front desk.

I knew that there was know way out of the attackers arm, so I brought my right food back, bringing it behind their foot and tripping them.

They fell backwards, their arms released my body from the sudden movement.

I lunge forward, away from my attacker.

Landing on my hands and knees, I quickly pulled myself up to my feet, and whipped around.

I had to wait a second before my eyes were adjusted to the dark room.

Just as my eyes adjusted, I saw a dark figure lunge at me.

They wrapped their arms around my waist, pulling me to the ground with them.

We wrestled around a little before I dug my elbow into their ribs.

They winced in pain and I took my chance to roll away.

I got back on my feet, only to be pushed backwards into a counter.

I brought my hand up to throw a punch, but the click of a gun froze me in my place.

The lights suddenly turned on, momentarily blinding me.

When I could see again, the first thing I saw was the barrel of a gun.

I peered over the gun to see a woman about my age with black hair with blue streaks, freckles scattering over her nose and cheeks, and tan skin.

My eyes met her green ones that were trained on me.

I slowly raised my hands up in surrender.

"Dean, Sam, I could use some help here!" I called out.

"I'm a little tied up at the moment," Dean replied coming through a door to my left.

I turned my head slightly to see Dean with his arms up in surrender like mine with a gun to his head.

The gun was held by another woman about my age.

She has black hair with sky blue tips, blue eyes, and Italian skin.

I glared at her.

"Sam!" I called out.

"Here," He said coming through a different door.

I turned around to see him with a gun to his head.

Are these people gun freaks?

Another woman behind him.

She was short with red hair and blonde highlights, blue eyes, and pale skin.

"Sam, do not tell me you got your ass kicked by a girl that's so much shorter than you," I said glaring at the red head.

She glared back at me.

"Being short has nothing to do with how I fight," She shot back. "And I'm not that short, he's just a freaking moose!"

Despite the situation, I had to bite my lip to stop from laughing.

"I am not a moose you short little mouse!" Sammy said shortly.

I bit my lip harder.

Dean took the moment of them arguing to turn quickly and knock the gun out of his attackers hands.

Her eyes widened in surprise as Dean went to lunge at her.

I quickly kicked my leg up and kicked he gun out of my attackers hand and threw a punch to her jaw.

She stumbled back a few steps.

Instead of fighting back, she pulled out two gun from behind her.

She pointed one at my head and the other at Dean.

He quickly froze when he heard the click.

His attacker shot daggers at Dean with her eyes as she turned him around and pushed him against the counter of what I now know is the bar.

"You god damn mouse, let me go!" Sam suddenly yelled.

I looked over to see Sam laying on his stomach on the floor with his attacker sitting on top of him, holding his arms behind him on his back.

"Really, Sammy?" I asked in astonishment.

"I'm not a mouse you stupid moose!" The red head snapped.

"And I'm not a moose!" Sam argue.

"Ok, that's enough, everyone," A new voice spoke up.