"Fuckin' duck!"

Dean whisper yells at you, practically mowing you down to the ground before a bullet can pierce your head. You hear the shatter of glass, feel it raining down on you as the bullet that had nearly missed your head (thanks to Dean) hits a metal safe on the opposite end of the bank. You flinch, making Dean grip you harder, his warm and fast breath caressing the side of your neck as he holds you behind a counter.

"We're so screwed."

He murmurs, still holding tight. You were hunting a shapeshifter- a much stronger one than the last one you'd hunted. To make matters worse, the Feds were after you and you had a whole freakin' hostage situation here in the bank because some loony (as Dean called him) civilian thought the shapeshifter was a mandroid and decided to burst into the bank with a firearm.

"Want you to go upstairs and see if you can find the damn thing, darlin'. Can you do that?"

Dean murmurs, already loading his spare pistol for you and tucking it safely under your jacket. His green eyes pierce yours, slow blinking.

"Be safe. If you gotta choose between staying alive or killing the thing, you stay alive, get me?"

Your nod is good enough for him and he nods back, patting your thigh before shifting up to his knees, slowly letting you go.

"If we make it outta here alive and not in prison, I'm buying you a drink. Hell, maybe two. You earned it."