DaGuy102

"What kind of sick game is that?!" You shouted angrily. She waved three fingers up and smirked. "Of course I choose them!" You yelled. Grace stopped and they were free. Dean immediately tried to stand up, tripping clumsily and almost losing his balance, but you were quick and helped him up. Sam was more careful, slowly sitting up and placing his head between his hands. Dean fumbled with his hands, trying to get his gun, but the witch had obviously snapped it away earlier. You rolled your eyes and supported him with one hand on his chest and the other on his back. He grunted, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Fuck. That hurt like bitc