“For fucks’ sake!” The ski-masked man by the entrance took a few steps toward a man on the ground who was sobbing uncontrollably, raising his gun, “If you don’t stop crying, I swear to God I will blow your fucking head off!”
The man let out another wailing cry, hastily swiping his shaking hands at his eyes, “I-I’m sorry! I’m s-sorry!” The lady beside him inched closer as the guy turned back to the front doors, wrapping her arm around him and shushing him.
Dean watched as the other bank robber rolled his eyes before turning back to the vault in front of him, shoveling more money into the already overflowing duffle bag. He glanced behind him, toward the back exit, eyebrows raising as it was completely uncovered. There’s no way they’re that stupid. He craned his neck around the corner, trying to get a better look at the back door. He couldn’t help keeping the smirk off his face as he began slowly sliding himself backward, neither man looking up at the noise, pfft, amateurs.
He swallowed a chuckle as he got himself out in the middle of the floor, halfway between where he’d been sitting and the back exit. I can’t believe they didn’t think to-
Dean froze, eyes on the men in front of him, brows furrowing as neither turned around to face him.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Dean looked to the robber standing in front of the entrance, mask dripping from his hand. The robber turned confused eyes to his partner, “What?”
“You idiot!” The robber in front of the vault took a few steps closer, hands balling into fists at his sides, “Put your mask back on!”
“It’s too hot!”
“They have cameras in here, dipshit.”
The shorter robber sighed, bringing a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, “Why do you think we’re wearing masks?”
“Uhm…” The robber in front of the doors rubbed a hand at the back of his neck, “Cause… that’s what they wear in the movies?”
Dean bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling, wow. And I thought Sammy was bad at this…
“Because they don’t want the hostages,” the robber kept his voice careful, gesturing to the people cowering on the floor, “to identify them.” At the blank stare from his partner he huffed, “So they don’t go to jail!”
The taller mans’ eyes widened with realization and he pulled his mask back over his head, “Better?”
The shorter robber shook his head again before walking the short distance back over to the vault, pausing in the middle of the floor, “Where’s the other bag?”
“What other bag?”
“Are you joking?” He spun around, eyes frantic, “The first bag I filled with-” He spotted Dean and froze, mid-circle, “Hey!”
Shit. Dean swallowed and tried not to look as guilty as he suddenly felt.
The shorter robber came over, grabbing his gun off the table, “Whatcha doing all the way over here?”
Dean was momentarily stunned at the piercing blue eyes starring at him from the depths of the black mask, damn…
He shook his head, swallowing thickly, “I, uh, I just needed to pee.” At the look, he raised his hands in mock surrender, “I figured I should go now before shit really hit the fan.”
“What are you talking about?” The robber at the front entrance took a few steps toward him, “What shit is about to hit the fan?”
Dean blinked in surprise, “You mean you guys don’t….” He swallowed again, “D-didn’t you guys case this joint before deciding to rob it?”
The blue eyed robber narrowed his eyes, “Of course we cased it.” He gave him a once over, “…Why?”
“Well, when you came in, neither of you asked about the silent alarm, so I just-”
“Whoa, whoa, wait,” the stupid one raised a hand to silence him, “What’s a silent alarm?”
Dean looked between the men, they can’t be serious…
The men shared a look before the blue eyed one shook his head, “I didn’t see anything about a silent alarm on the blue prints.”
Dean did his best to swallow his chuckle as he pointed toward the vault, “See that little white box that’s under the door? The one that’s practically touching the floor and flashing red? That’s a silent alarm. You didn’t ask any of the tellers for the code, so as soon as you walked into the vault, it was activated.”
“You can not be serious…” Blue Eyes ran a hand down his masked face, “We’re so fucked.”
“I don’t think so. We haven’t heard any-” Door Robber cut himself off, head whipping up to the front doors as they heard sirens in the distance, “Fuck.” He turned back to Dean, “What do we do?”
“Wha-?” Dean scoffed, “You’re asking me?”
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