❝you won’t shoot me. you need information.❞
@rubiesintherough
"You wanna bet your life on that, sweetheart?" Bottle green eyes narrowed down the sightline, his gun held steadily on her for a few moments longer before he finally sighed and lowered it. He didn't like it, but she wasn't wrong. Regardless of any personal misgivings, Dean didn't just go around shooting innocent people. He didn't have any proof she'd done something wrong.
"For all I know, you're the one who did this. What the hell happened here?" He gestured to the bar, empty except for them and the half dozen bodies scattered around it. There were a lot of things that could kill that many people, humans included, but he wasn't sure what could burn their eyes out of their skulls. That was fucking creepy, and he'd seen a lot of creepy shit.