His gun!

Annie decisively pulled Dean's gun from the holster. It was a Glock 19, fully loaded and ready to fire. "Ooof... poor guy", she sarcastically remarked.

Dean knew what her intentions were, and felt the most terrified he had ever been in his life. Hopelessly, he stared into her eyes and pleaded her not to go through with it.

"Please... no... I'll do anything..."

"Anything, huh?" she mockingly replied.

"Yeah, anything!!" Dean whimpered, thinking perhaps he had a chance after all.

"Don't scream too loudly when I blow your balls off."

Before Dean could come up with a response, Annie fired a single shot from the handgun, directly into the officer's groin. A dark red stain began to rapidly appear between his legs as he screamed out, writhing on the ground in agony. With him out of the way, Annie blew him a kiss before leaving him to bleed out. Bringing the gun with her, she climbed into the driver's seat of Dean's car and began heading towards the army base Tristan had so foolishly mentioned earlier. She did not know what the future held for Dean, and to be honest she didn't really give a fuck. To her, he was just another corrupt muscleheaded pervert off the streets.