"Hurry up, Sam!" Dean shouted, as he ran through the tall grass on the large, open field and stopped for a few moments to catch his breath. He cast a short glance behind him, and was relieved when he saw his brother's large body stumble out of the woods and sprint towards him. Their sprint through the thorny branches a few moments ago had ripped up Sam's shirt, and he was covered in dirt and blood from small cuts all over his face and body. He looked like hell, but Dean knew he didn't look much better himself.

Sam ran towards his older brother, but he didn't get the time to take a pause. As soon as he had caught up with him they could hear the sound of hooves and horses in the distance growing stronger, the sound of their pursuers coming closer. The two brothers ran for their lives when the arrows started flying around them, until they reached the end of the field.

The field ended at the ledge of a tall cliff, and far below they could see a deep river flow, the river that signaled the border of the kingdom and freedom. Without hesitation they stripped out of their heaviest clothing and weapons, grabbed each other's hands and with a last look Dean managed to give his younger brother a weak smile, before they both jumped in a hope for freedom.

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The brothers crawled out of the river half an hour later, and even if they were cold, wet and exhausted they wasted no time in case they had been followed, and ventured deeper into the new land for several hours. When the sun was on its way down for the day they decided to make camp for the night.

It wasn't until they sat around the crackling fire and could feel the warmth spread through their bodies they allowed themselves to relax, and Dean let out a short laugh.

"We made it Sammy. I don't know how, but we actually made it over the border!" Dean said with a smile that was returned by his brother. They had been on the run for several months now, and crossing the border had been their only choice in the end.

"Yeah, I know, but… Are you sure we actually are any safer here? You know how they treat foreigners in this land." Sam said weakly. "And with our luck recently..."

"We don't have a group of men led by Henriksen, who you know was set out to kill us even if it was the last thing he did, to hunt us down in this land. I guess if we stay in the woods, and keep away from any roads and villages we are safe. And in a few years things will probably cool down in our land and we can return home. Or travel further south, to the next land." Dean said with a shrug and tossed a few more branches at their small fire. "Get some rest now Sam, I'll take the first watch."

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After Sam had fallen asleep, Dean took his time to observe his younger brother's face in the light from their little campfire, like he usually did when Sam was asleep. Sam had always had that young and innocent look, and together with his big brown eyes and the long brown hair he had looked almost like a puppy growing up. But that was before their life on the run, before he was captured and `interrogated´ about his brother's whereabouts. Dean had been in the woods on a hunting trip alone that day, and when he came back in the evening and realized Sam was captured it had been several hours before he found him. His younger brother was bloody and beaten, with deep cuts and slashes all over when Dean arrived. A few of them across his face. The deepest started over the left eyebrow, across the eye, and ended beside his mouth. He would never see with that eye again, and the scars would never disappear from his ruined face.

Dean had killed them all in less than three minutes when he rescued his brother. Each time he looked at his Sam's mauled face, and the eye patch he wore over the destroyed eye, he wanted to kill them all over again. Slow and so painful, he would make them suffer until death was a mercy they welcomed.

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The next day they tried to hunt in the woods. The clothes they had on them was all they owned, but if they could find some of the deer, fox or rabbits they knew ventured these woods, they could get both food for several days and skins for new clothes. Sam had spent the morning crafting a simple hunting bow and a few arrows while Dean removed all traces off their camp. Henriksen could still be after them, Dean doubted the rest of the men had followed them over the border, but Henriksen was crazy enough to do that. He would probably never rest until he knew Dean was dead.

Henriksen believed Dean was a dangerous, crazy rapist, killer and criminal that used witchcraft and worshipped the devil. All because of a man that had come to their village that had looked like a mirrored image of Dean. That man had killed and raped those girls, but since everyone in their village knew Dean, they believed it was he that had done it. Dean had confronted and killed the man that posed like him, but when he showed the dead body to Henricksen to prove his innocence he was instead accused of witchcraft. Henriksen believed Dean had created a demonic copy of himself and ordered it to kill. Dean was captured, but rescued by Sam before he was executed, and they quickly left the village.

After that Dean and Sam was forced to a life on the run, no matter where they went Henriksen and his men followed soon after on their manhunt, and that's why they had no other choice than to leave the country. Dean only hoped some of the stories of what happened to unwelcomed foreigners in this land weren't true. On their journey to the border the brothers had heard many stories from locals of people that had crossed the border and never been heard from again. Only a few people had managed to cross the border and come back again, and they said foreigners were captured and traded as slaves, if they were too old or weak to be used they were simply killed on the spot. Dean and Sam had heard these stories and knew what they risked, but there choice was either dying by Henriksen's hands or maybe living as a slave if they ever were captured, and they both chose life. As long as they were alive, they still had a chance at finding their freedom.