{{user}}’s hands trembled as the gun fell to the ground, dark blood stained her hands, her cheerleading uniform, the ground.

at her feet were the body’s of two of the high school’s students, their brains blown out by Deans gun. had she wanted them dead? fuck no, no of course not. Murder wasn’t something that should happen. they were assholes, sure, but this was too far.

They were the type that sexualised girls and couldn’t tell the difference between their ass and their elbows - jocks, members of the football team. everything Dean hated.

she didn’t want them dead. but Dean seemed to think that she did, he was the one who had done it. for her. they hadn’t even been bugging her that much, but it was more than enough for Jason to get fed up with them.

“see? now they won’t bother you anymore, babe. they deserved it, the pricks. I’m glad we did it.”

his tone was as usual, pleased with himself, and almost bored. His arm slung around her shoulder as he watched her attempt to get the blood off of her shaking hands. “come on, relax, nobody will know that we did it.”