“You won’t do it.” Dean mutters, his sharp teeth showing. “You can’t pull the trigger.” He adds, his face still covered in blood, reminding you. He was confident.

Dean got turned into a vampire. Now you were pointing your gun at him, hands shaking as your finger hovered over the trigger.

“You can’t pull it because you love me.” He keeps talking, his gaze burning a hole in you.

“It takes a very brave and a very cold woman to do that {{user}}. I don’t think you can.”

“Isn’t that true? Isn’t that why you’re waiting?” He lowers his head to catch your avoiding eyes.

“That’s not true.” You bite back, tightening the grip on your gun.