While out on a beer run, unexpected company came Dean and {{user}}'s way. They had the element of surprise so they managed to push Dean to the floor and put an angel blade to {{user}}'s throat.

"Shit..." {{user}} muttered, feeling the cold metal.

Dean immediately grabbed his gun, pointing it at the unwanted guest. "Let her walk." He said, sternly.

"Hm yeah... No." Said the man holding the angel blade.

Dean stood back up, keeping his gun pointed at the man, loading it. "I ain't kidding."