For this scene, reference the warehouse from Supernatural's The Rapture.

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Jimmy had never been so tense in his life- and that was saying something, given his job. He had been shot at, he had seen murders, he had killed, he had seen the end results of murders, he had seen his baby girl and wife in danger…

There had been times when he had been more terrified but he had never been so tense.

It was obvious Jimmy didn't belong in the passenger's seat. Jimmy had started out as a police officer before becoming an FBI agent. He knew that you were used to having a certain person in the passenger's seat. He knew what it was like to be comfortable having his partner in the passenger's seat. And he and Dean weren't on that ground.

"So where is this place?" Jimmy asked.

"Up near the docks, in an old warehouse," Dean said. Jimmy nodded, not quite sure what to say. Dean pulled out a nine millimeter from his inside jacket pocket and handed it to him. "You're a cop, right? A nine millimeter would be your weapon of choice."

"Thanks," Jimmy said, surprised as he took the weapon. "What?"

"You're not even going to check it?" Dean asked. Jimmy rolled his eyes, disassembling the gun quickly and smoothly, not surprised at all.

"You'd really let Cas's twin brother die?" Jimmy asked. Dean's lip quirked upwards in a smile.

"Guess not,"

"So what's the plan?" Jimmy asked.

"What plan?" Dean asked.

"You're seriously not going to walk through the front door, are you?" Jimmy asked. Dean gave Jimmy a look that said, "uh, yeah." "Come on, man, be smarter than that."

"There's no other entrance into that warehouse," Dean said. "There's a back entrance that got caved in because Cas had into some really big fight and he tore up the place. The only other entrance besides the front door is the windows, which we'd have to break." Jimmy frowned.

"What did he do? Set off a bomb?" Jimmy frowned.

"Knocked over a few supports which knocked the other stuff down, tore a few electrical lines, and crashed into the walls," Dean shrugged.

"So you're just going to walk into a building Balthazar gave you directions to?" Jimmy asked hesitantly.

"Not unarmed," Dean smirked. "You coming or what?" Dean slammed his door and Jimmy followed him, taking the safety off his gun. Dean pressed his back to the wall and mouthed, "cover me," and held up his fingers to countdown. He kicked the door open and Jimmy held his gun up, finding nothing to fire at.

"Clear," he muttered and he and Dean ducked behind cargo holds, moving into the room that Castiel had obviously had had a problem with. Dean motioned for Jimmy to go left and so he did, feeling something sharp graze his cheek and then blood seeping down his chin.

"Dean, get down! There's a sniper!" Jimmy shouted.

He should really have gotten used to hell breaking loose, especially with his job.

A brigade of bullets fell upon them. Jimmy crawled under some of the debris his brother had knocked down earlier, maneuvering his way as best he could through the pile of broken supports, electrical wires, and the objects that shelves had once supported.

He caught a glimpse of Dean. The man saw him and held up the number three, pointing upwards and then to his left. Jimmy turned around and saw a man run for cover, gun in hand. Jimmy grabbed his nine millimeter and fired the gun, not bothering to hide his smirk when it hit the man in the arm. He aimed the gun again when the man pointed his own at him but before Jimmy could fire off a shot, another shot hit the man from the side, going through his head. Jimmy looked towards his left. Dean was already involved in hand to hand combat, his sawed off on the floor a few feet away from the fighting.

"Dean!" Jimmy shouted. Dean glanced at Jimmy and then punched the guy one last time, pushing off of him and rolling away from him as Jimmy shot the man in the head twice. Shots fired at Jimmy and Dean. Jimmy fired off shots of his own as he ducked behind the cargo box that Dean was hiding behind.

"I think there's more than three," Jimmy said.

"You think?" Dean rolled his eyes, looking around the box and firing more shots. "There are two up on the rafters. I'll take those. There's one more lurking around here somewhere. I think I shot him in the leg and his hand so there should be some blood…"

"We should corner the two up there together," Jimmy said.

"That'll give the other one time to get away," Dean said. "Just go." Jimmy frowned but followed the order, figuring this wasn't the time to get into a fight. He caught sight of small drips of blood and followed them, taking care to glance up as he followed the trail. He was cut off guard when he was side swiped by a man, taking them both to a floor. Jimmy tried to aim his gun to fire but the man used his good hand to get rid of the gun, sending it spiraling across the floor. He kicked outwards, ignoring the sounds of gunfire echoing throughout the warehouse and caught the man in his stomach but the man caught his foot and pulled him forward, a knife digging into his side.

He heard a different kind of bullet go off, something that wasn't a sawed off or a machine gun or even his own nine millimeter. Jimmy choked and cried out in pain and slumped to the floor as his the man who should have been his killer stumbled backwards before falling.

He lay on the floor, staring at the man lying in a pool of blood spilling out of his head while Jimmy was bleeding from his side. Jimmy looked up, expecting to see Dean but he saw the flourish of the tan trench coat.

"Cas!" Jimmy said. His brother turned for a moment, enough for Jimmy to see that it was his brother. "Cas, don't go!" But Castiel didn't listen and walked away. Jimmy blacked out then, not knowing when the footsteps of his twin paused and then turned around, walking towards him again, not noticing the Colt being taken, and not noticing when Castiel dipped his finger in Jimmy's blood and wrote a message on his arm, pulling up his sleeve to do so.

Sam.