The younger Winchester, Sam, was only a kid. Just a goddamn kid, big hazel doe eyes, scared out of his head. Agent Henriksen had come too far to let that kid out of his sight again, let him galavant off with — Dean. The monster of a big brother.
“Man, oh man,” the elder Winchester was laughing, twin guns swinging carelessly across the line of officers facing him down. “You really think you got us pinned down, doncha?” The green eyes were unnaturally bright, or maybe that was just the blood spattered across his face and clothes bringing them out. The man was pacing back and forth like a caged animal, staring past every weapon pointed his way in favor of leering over their heads toward Sam. Innocent, young Sam, who looked as though he’d do anything to get as far away from Dean as possible. “You think I’m gonna let my baby brother go, just like that?”
Henriksen forced his voice to come out steady. “Winchester, if you don’t want to be pumped full of lead, fucking stand down. This is your final warning.” He knew what this man had done. Kidnapped his brother, killed the girl Sam had been living with, and set his apartment on fire to make sure the once-successful Stanford student had nothing to go back to. Then, dragging him across the country on a year-long killing spree. The psychopath deserved to die. Henriksen hoped he got his chance to shoot.
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Well I for one am looking forward to the scene in which Sam and Dean get hot and sweaty trying to bash their way out of the Bunker HOOBOY (finale preview)
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