of his finger to lift her chin so their eyes would meet. " it's gonna be okay. it always ends up being okay, right?"

for gale to return with a first aid kit and finally answer his question, though not convincingly. then, as the wet napkin touched his wound, he couldn't help but wince from the subtle burn. " gale " he muttered, clearing his throat and using the knuckle —

looking up to gale. " are you alright? "

connected to the wall and taking a seat on the edge of the bed, glancing down at his bloodied shirt. " i don't think it's deep. i'm not bleeding out so .. that's a good sign." although slightly painful, he managed a soft laugh, —

the asshole just came out of nowhere." gun in one hand, dewey's other moves to rest on the small of gale's back, leading them to the safety of her motel room. he closes the door behind himself, making sure the lock clicks before latching the chain that —

thats when he really felt it. the wet warmth spreading across his fingertips and palm.

the masked figure disappeared into the night. dewey exhales a sigh of relief, turning on to his side to lift himself up, but not before the pain in his shoulder brought him back to his knees. a hand comes up just over the spot he felt the pain, —

they always come out of nowhere. " not today .. asshole " he managed to get the words out as he pushed back the killers wrist with all his might; that pointy knife flashing silver in the dim parking lot light. then, a gunshot, followed by two more and —

canon divergent portrayal of dewey riley. written for the scream verse. video edit belongs to glxwsedit.

" could've been the wrong room." he guessed, anything to tell himself this wasn't happening again.

it was a warning, one that worked just long enough for the doorknob to stop moving. with his gun still pointed in front of him, dewey carefully opened the door, stepping outside to see an empty parking lot — with the exception of a few cars. —

started to wiggle, dewey drew his gun from its holster and aimed it at the door, ready to shoot anyone that dared to enter. " i've got a gun aimed at the door. i wouldn't try anything if i were you! " —

invitation to stay, but the thought slipped his mind and he stopped in his tracks when the motel phone rang. " you expecting anyone? " he asked, curious if she were expecting a guest or if it were just an unwanted phone call.

around the room for good measure before eyes settle on gale again, this time lingering, talking himself into sitting out in his car until the sun came up.

hands curled into fists to keep from reaching out. " you've got my number. call me if you need anything. i'm just up the road, i can be here in minutes."