”im not leaving” you say crossing your arms.

”im not giving you a choice, this is dangerous and we both know you couldn’t hurt a fly, baby” dean says back just as stubbornly.

”no. i’m not leaving you-“ you’re interrupted as a swarm of possessed civilians storm the police station you and dean had been taking cover in. dean pushes you behind him, groaning. “you can never just listen, can you, princess?”

you cling to his back as he loads his gun, shooting anyone who enters the door.