You and Sam were backed up against a wall in a dark alleyway, Sam gripping his gun as “Dean” stepped closer.

Dean: “Why don’t you pull the trigger then? Mhm? ‘Cause you’re not sure, don’t you know me ‘ol Sammy?” he scoffed, throwing his arms up.

You eyed Dean as you gripped your knife harder, Sam grunted as he shifted the gun in his hands “Don’t.”

In less then a second, Dean had a crow bar in his hands, hitting Sam unconscious.