Important: This is the 3rd last story of 2024! I’ll be taking the last half of December and first half of January off from posting. I’ll be back January 17th, 2025 with the first story of the new year!
Written: 23.11.20
Words: 2,963
C2C
“You better watch your tone, Boy.”
Dean did his best to ignore the pang in his stomach at his father’s disapproving voice. His hand only faltered a little, but he kept the gun trained on the intruder’s head, “I’m not gonna ask you again.”
John took a step into the room, “We don’t have time for this.”
“Make time.” Dean took a swift step to the left, effectively cutting off the man’s path, “You’re not getting any weapons – and we damn sure aren’t gonna help you – until you answer my questions.”
“Dean-”
“Or, if you prefer,” Dean cocked the gun, and raised an eyebrow, “I could just kill you now.”
After a tense moment of prolonged eye contact, John let out a deep sigh and his shoulders deflated, “Fine.” He held up his hands in mock surrender and not-so-slowly made his way over to the small dining table in the corner, “Just… ask fast. If this bastard gets away because you were interrogating me…”
Dean gave the man a once over – he sure as hell looked like his father – the way he carried himself, his mannerisms and even his annoyed parent face were all very convincing – but Dean couldn’t shake the feeling something felt… off.
And not just because John was dead.
Dean closed the distance between them, keeping his gun at the ready. He reached into his jacket pocket with his free hand and tossed the silver flask of holy water onto the table, “First things first.”
John raised an eyebrow, “Is this really necessary?”
“You want my help? Drink.”
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