HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Thirty three.

Dean, Sam and Sierra pulled up in an alley beside an apartment block, next to another car. Dean leaned his head out the window to check the car's plates, "Connecticut. Last three digits 880."

Sam nodded, peering out the window at the apartments, "Yep, that's it."

Dean clicked his tongue, shaking his head, "Should've blacked out their plates before they parked in front of the security camera." He sang, getting his guns from the glove compartment. The extra gun he took was handed to Sierra without her needing to ask.

"So, what's in this box then?" Sierra asked, following the brothers out of the car and into the apartment building to where the thieves were hiding. Dean opened his mouth with a knowing smirk, but she held her hand up, "Don't make another Se7en joke, for the love of-"

"I don't know, but it can't be good." Sam answered instead of Dean, snickering at his brother's pouted face.

They reached the door, Sierra went to nudge it quietly, but it was locked. She gestured her head to the side and the brothers moved out the way so she could lift her heel and kick the door door. Sam and Dean bursted into the room with their guns drawn and Sierra behind.

"Freeze! Freeze! Nobody move!"

"Stop! Stay where you are!"

"What is this?" One of the two thieves yelled, standing up near his bigger friend.

"Alright, give us the box." Dean ordered, his gun aimed at them, "And please tell me that you didn't-"

"They did." Sierra cut him off, seeing an empty, black box on the wooden coffee table.

Dean's face twisted, "You opened it?!" He yelled, shoving the skinnier man against the wall.

"Are you guys cops?" The man fearfully asked, "ARE YOU GUYS COPS?!"

"What was in the box?" Dean demanded again, the man looked over at the coffee table and Dean did the same. Sierra saw that next to the box was a rabbit foot with a metal chain attached to it. "Oh, was that it, huh? It was wasn't it?" He had to do a double-take, frowning at the object, "What is that thing?"

Sierra saw a deck of cards sprawled on the table too, "Ooh, you guys were playing poker-"

The skinny man used their distraction to knock the gun from Dean's hand. Dean grunted and his gun fell to the floor, causing it to suddenly fire twice. Sierra watched the bullets ricochet off a radiator, one hit Sam's gun and he dropped it with a yell. The same bullet ricochet again and broke a lamp.

Sierra saw Sam and the bigger guy go for the gun on the floor, whilst the other bullet fired into Sierra's hip. She didn't yell in pain, but she certainly yelled in annoyance.

"Tu idiota!" She complained, her hand covered in blood as she touched the bullet wound. Sierra got too distracted about her rant regarding getting shot and ruining her leather jacket that she missed Sam getting pushed into Dean, who fell onto Sierra.

"Sorry!" Sam apologised to them both on the floor, Dean on top of Sierra after she broke the coffee table.

 "Ay dios mío! Get the- the thing!" Sierra groaned, nodding to the rabbit foot flying through the air. Dean rolled off of her, apologising profusely whilst Sierra stood up with a huff. "Shut up and get up. Jeez, if you wanna get on top of me then just ask-"

The skinny man had grabbed Dean's gun and outstretched his arm, punching Sierra round the face without even meaning too. Her head flipped to the side for a moment, but she recovered quickly and went to punch him back. However, he had moved out the way and she completely missed, causing her to topple over and land on top of Dean.