Devil With a Smile

No

You don't loosen you grip on the shorter man, instead tightening it as you flip your knife, pressing it against the taller one next to you, maneuvering him against the wall along with his brother. With both hands occupied like this you can no longer talk, but that doesn't matter as you try to formulate a plan of escape. The tall one, Moose (actual name Sam Winchester) moves his mouth, presumably to tell his brother something, but you don't look away from the face that has hauted your nightmares since the last time you saw it.

Dean's expression is neutral, but your memories of him are anything but. You see his smiling face as he and Sam try to teach you how to dance, you see the tears in his eyes the first time you had a panic attack from him touching you, you see the pride that paints his face when you hit the target, but most of all you see the anger in his eyes when you'd been hurt on a hunt. An anger that was later turned on you. It's been seven years since you've seen them, seven years of fearing that they were right around the corner, ready to attack. But now they're here again looking like nothing bad ever happened between you. Jack's face flashes in your mind, releasing a new wave of panic through your body. If they're here that means they're on a hunt, which means since you haven't sensed anything out of the ordinary they're either here for you or him and you know you'll do anything to protect him.

This thought triggers your adrenaline which in turn sets off your fight or flight response, and you've never been one to run from a fight.  You move quickly, kneeing Dean in the balls, causing him to crouch over in pain and grab the back of his head, slaming it into your knee, effectively knocking him out cold. Sam's hands grab you from behind, but you're prepared.

You grab his arms and yank, pulling him off balance and spinning into a flying kick that hits him square across the face and snaps his head to the side. He reaches out through the pain and grabs onto you, lifting you from the ground and pressing your back flush against his chest. He's saying something, you can feel his chin moving against your head and you roll your eyes at the fact that he still doesn't seem to understand what deaf means. You kick the back of his knee and he loosens his grip a tiny bit and suddenly you're upside-down with your legs wrapped around his neck. You swing your body around until you're sitting on his shoulders.

He struggles against your hold, but you've got ridiculously strong legs and he can't escape.  He falls to his knees, his arms falling moments later and you squeeze a little bit harder for a minute before extracting yourself. You step over to his brother, checking to make sure you'll have time to escape before he awakens. Light flashing catches your eye and you look up to see a huge crowd of people with cameras surrounding you. Inwardly cursing yourself you push through them and run as far as you can until they stop chasing you. Once everyone is gone and you're in the clear you remove your jacket and spread your wings.

Hey Kits! Sorry this one is so bad, I'm a little stumped with it, but I figured the only way past that is to write through it. I might come back and change it when I feel like I know what to do for it, but for now this is how it's going to be. Happy pride and stay safe everyone!- Rum.