dean stood in the mirror, loading his pistol, a distant look in his eyes. there was a person downstairs who made it through the exorcism but wouldn't make it through their injuries.

you walked up behind him, both of you knowing what he had to do. you slowly reached up and took the cool metal from his hands and gripped it in yours.

his eyes followed you through the mirror, catching your gaze. then his eyes drifted to the gun now in your hand and his stomach clenched as he turned back to you. "i'll do it."