The Golden Star

[Dean Winchester]

Dean was sitting on a porch outside one of the towns buildings, it looked like it might be a bank or something, with his feet resting on a bandit. He was leaning back against a post with his eyes closed, listening to all the fighting going on outside of town. There was gun fire, explosions, roaring, the whole nine yards. He was probably missing an awesome fight, but he had kept himself busy here in town at least. Opening his yes Dean took a look at the scene around him.

There was a lot of red everywhere, some of it was starting to dry to a dirty brown though. The body parts left strewn about the other parts of town are a particularly nice touch, Dean thought to him.

Dean had pretty much kept the few bandits who had got past the battle out front from making it too far into town. He was sure he hadn't gotten all of them, but enough that the townsfolk could mop up what was left. The Winchester brother on the other hand was starting to get thirsty.

“Maybe I should go grab a beer” he muttered out loud before kicking at the bandit under his feet. “What you do think pal?”

The bandit of course did not answer, it was kind of hard to talk when your lungs had been poked full of holes and you were now dead and all. Still Dean gave the respectable amount of time for an answer then just grinned and shrugged.

“I'll take that as a yes then.” Getting up Dean stretched out his arms and then hopped off the porch. “Let's see, I think the bar was... this way!”

Dean started off down the street and turned the corner, bumping into someone who was baking up around it themselves. Dean was about to yell at the guy when the other dude spun around, showing Dean that it wasn't just one guy but a bandit with some woman, and of course he was holding a gun to her head.

“Listen, I don't care. Get out of my way.” Dean's words came out before the bandit could even say anything, which of course caused a bit of confusion in the mans mind. Though apparently the bandit eventually found his tongue again.

“S... Stay back! I'll kill her!” Dean just growled at the man and shook his head.

“Then do it, I don't fucking care.” Dean went to push the man aside and walk past but this just caused the bandit to tense up and press the gun against the womans' temple.

“Oh god! Come on! You aren't going to do it! No you won't, or you already would have.” Dean just glared at the guy then shrugged. “Listen, you either kill her now and then I will kill you, keep wasting my time and then eventually let her go and I still kill you, you just let her go now and I only break a few of your bones, or...”

With a burst of speed Dean Rushed forward, the womans' eyes going wide as a wet and somewhat squishy sound could be heard, before she went limp. Dean ripped the first blade out of her stomach and knocked the lifeless body out of the bandits grasp.

“I kill you both.”

The bandit was in shock, though he didn't last long as he went to point the gun at Dean. With one swipe of the first blade though the offending limb was cut off right off at the wrist. This of course caused the bandit to start screaming before Dean covered his mouth with one hand, the other holding the first blade under the mans throat.

“I have to hand it to you,” Dean said, grinning at the man again, “If it had been anyone else that plan might have worked. A lot of these people care about others and shit like that.”

Dean put pressure on the handle of his blade, lettting it slow slide into the man's throat. Dean could still hear the muffled screams the man was trying to make, which sent a shiver of pleasure down Deans' spine. Once the muffled cries had started to die down Dean pulled the blade out and let the body go crashing to the ground, twitching now and then.

Before he could bask in the scene though a bunch of towns people came rushing around the corner and took a look at the gruesome scene before them.

“Wha... what tha hell happened!?” One of them barked at Dean who just took a casual look around and then shrugged.

“He killed her, I killed him.” Dean glared at them, almost daring them to question him before he spoke again. “Now, one of you better show me the way to the bar, pronto.”

While the others went to tend to the dead woman one of them put up a shaky arm and pointed off in the opposite direction Dean had been going on, this caused Dean to laugh a bit. Figures.

“If you killed her, we are going ta hunt you down Mister.” The words brought Dean back to the here and now and he tilted his head to the side. They were going to kill me? The thought of it made him get really close to the man, in your face uncomfortably close, and just smile.

“If that's the case, you know where to find me.” With that Dean just turned and headed in the direction of the bar. “I need to get a damn beer.”