"Hey! Hey it's okay." Dean held out his hand in front of him. "You don't wanna do this." He nodded, clenching his jaw. "Just drop the gun."

{{user}} had a gun pointed at him. Dean wasn't scared of taking a bullet. Not one bit. He looked more worried than afraid. He was trying to stay cool.

How did they even come to this?

{{user}}'s hand was shaking from gripping the gun so tightly.

"Whatever you're about to do. Don't." Said Dean. "We'll fix it, okay? You, me... Sam... Cas. We'll fix it."