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hi, guys so it has been a while so im going to give you an "im really sorry for being a shitty person and not updating" gift hope you like it!

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Set in: The Hiatus

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Patrick gasps as he clutches his injured stomach. He collapses to the ground, grunting in pain. His hand trails towards the wall, pushing himself up, and limping to the panel. He’s so close, so so close- just a little more - he’s almost there-

He stretches his arm out, a bloody finger lightly touching the button, right before fierce knocks and grunts against the locked door spook him. He cries out while falling to his knees from the noise. A few tears spill from his blue eyes as he tries again. He shuffles closer, sobbing at the overwhelming burn coursing through his lower body. He reaches out as the door burst open, and his finger feels the steel before pressing down harshly.

The blonde smiles in relief before plopping down on the ground and turns to the others with his red lips pulled up in a smirk.

“Too late,” Patrick laughs breathlessly,” you’re too late,”

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96 hours earlier

Location: Patrick Stump’s home

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Patrick sings quietly while running his hands down Penny’s light brown fur with soap. Her happy yips put a small smile on his face. She shakes her body, causing droplets of water to spread everywhere.

“Penny-!” Patrick giggles, covering his face,” stop it!”

The pomeranian continues to shake, wanting,- loving- to hear her owner laugh joyously.

“You’re so silly,” the blonde teases before pouring warm water over Penny’s hair. He carries on bathing her, touching her gently and getting rid of the dirt and excess hair.

He freezes when he hears a loud thud from downstairs. He removes his hands from the bathtub and tells Penny to be quiet.

And she listens, for once.

He bites his lip, quietly walking towards the door, and he turns off the lights. The pomeranian whines a little, and he ignores her while heading towards the hallway table. He pulls open the light brown drawer slowly, trying to stay quiet and not alert anyone, or anything, from downstairs. His wet fingers touch the cold smooth metal and he pulls it out.

Heart thumping against his chest, Patrick tenses up whenever he hears another crash. He licks his lips out of nervousness and he positions his hands to hold the gun correctly while heading towards the wooden stairs.

He breathes in heavily, anxiety crushing his chest, making it hard to take in breaths of air. “Fuck,” he whimpers when he jumps again from another abrupt noise.

God, he’s so fucking scared right now but he couldn’t back down, this was his home, and inside his home, he had something important. Something that he needs to keep safe. Something that he was tasked to protect. He couldn’t fail them.

Not this time.

He clicks off the safety and pale fingers curl into the trigger. His sock covered feet touch the first floor. The blonde tries to calm his stuttered breathing as he turns around the corner, scowling at the mess the intruder left behind.

“They need to learn some manners,” he says while stepping over broken glass.

A low clink stops him in his steps and a deep voice sends a shiver down his spine.

“Turn around,”

Patrick does what he says and he looks up at the tall man with an unreadable expression.

“Drop the gun and push it over here.”

The shorter places the gun on the floor before kicking it over to the threatening man. He glares at him, trying to look intimidating- but honestly, it just looked plain adorable like a kitten pretending to be a lion.

“Who are you?” He croaks, mentally slapping himself when his voice cracks. This sucks ass, he thinks.

The man ignores his question. “Where is it?” He asks.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Patrick lies while scratching the inside of his wrist.

He scowls, walking closer to the blonde with the gun still pointing at his head. Patrick gulps when he realizes the man was way taller than he expected. Oh fuck, what did I get myself into?

“Where is it?” He asks again, patience running on a thin line.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,”

In a matter of seconds, the intruder digs his hands into his shoulders and pushes him against the wall. “You know damn well of what I am talking about so answer the fucking question, Stump- Where. Is. It.”

Patrick doesn’t give in though but instead of giving an answer, he just stays silent.

After a few seconds pass, he speaks. “Give me your name, and maybe I’ll tell you,”

“Where is the Colt?!” He hisses.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Patrick teases, “your name,~”

He growls, hazel eyes narrow in anger.

Great job, idiot. Stop trying to make him mad, he has a gun for fuck’s sake!

Patrick doesn’t listen and he picks up on his pestering. “C’ mon- it’s not that hard-”

You! Fucking! Idiot!

His eyes twitch.

A few seconds pass.

Silence.

He’s still not talking.

He raises his gun.

Oh, shit- he’s gonna shoot me-

But instead of pointing it at him and pulling the trigger,

He clicks the safety on.

Oh.

Okay, then.

“John,” he says, “my name is John Winchester,”-

-Oh, his last name too…

Huh.

Patrick needs to anger him more often.

Oh! Maybe they could become friends and forget about this whole ordeal.

It’s just a suggestion.

“Now tell me-” A loud bark interrupts John.

Shit-

Penny.

He completely forgot about her.

I-It’s not like- it’s not like he’s a bad owner and forgets his dog exist- but like Patrick had a freaking gun shoved into his face!

He has an excuse!

A pretty valid, and good excuse!

But it still makes him feel bad-goddamnit.

A curse erupts from John’s mouth when Penny runs over and bites him.

Hard.

Damn, that has got to hurt.

John let's go of Patrick's shoulder to crouch down and grab the pomeranian the neck.

Oh hell no.

Patrick does not accept this.

The blonde rushes towards John while slapping the hand holding Penny.

"Don't touch my fucking dog, "

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