#killer!anon

E was perched happily on Lily's couch. The two were friends. It was nice to have that. She wasn't as sisterly as Sky, or as... Jasper-y as Jasper but... She was Lily, and it was nice. There she was, toasting bagels and making tea as they chatted about nothing and everything.

Despite everything, they had heard. A high profile shooting in the middle of London spread word. The brothers were in quiet shock.

Well... Sammy was.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean cursed as he swung for the wall. 

"Dean, calm down-"

"Calm down? I'm going to kill the son of a-" His words died in his throat. "Did you hear that?" he mouthed.

That was the last action he took, as a flurry of high caliber assault rifle rounds flew through the window - sending glass and blood all over. The older Winchester fell to the floor.

"Dean!" Sammy yelled before his head jerked to the side, having heard heavy footsteps.

The signal was strange. It meant so little but that was the interesting bit. It was sort of like the static from a television when it can't find a signal. Dull, maybe... But it meant there was something that could send a signal like that, and it didn't quite fit the timeframe.

So he landed and stepped out, rubbing his hands against the chilly London air. He always seemed to be here.

A part of him was glad it was London, given the following event. A dull and distant bang, and a sharp and close pain.

He looked down and saw the small hole in his shirt which quickly turned red, before disappearing in the wake of golden energy. 

Of course... He knew someone who wanted him dead would know... So he closed his eyes an held his breath. He made peace with... himself. The closest thing to an almighty power.

Chekov was scared. These people- they had tortured him to get what they wanted. He didn't want to die - he wanted to go home to Sky - but he couldn't sell out the Doctor either. He couldn't but he didn't know what else to do, he broke, he hoped the Doctor could save him.

She almost danced into the apartment. Okay, it was dancing. She liked this song she was listening to - nothing else to it. She threw her bag down and stepped further before stopping. Something smelled...

Today was a quiet day - unusual for the holiday season. Lots of sitting at the desk, reading a few of the more vital reports and texting Dae. He was strongly considering taking an early day but a rippling explosion drew his thoughts from that. He stood up quickly, wondering what had happened as the ground began to lurch beneath him. He fell before he could get his balance, sliding into a wall as his heavy desk moved to, pinning him between it and the wall. 

The sound of the door splintering roused Dean from his half sleeping state, turning to see four people - geared out for war - aiming rifles at him. Body armour, balaclavas, military grade rifles... The full works.