Summary: The boys are in small town Americana trying to trace evil that seems to attach itself to random homes in the area. During their research in the county's Registrar's Office they are discovered to be wanted by the FBI. With danger about to strike this small town the boys have no choice but to take the clerk hostage and try to convince her they aren't the danger that should be feared.

Notes: I've only recently discovered Supernatural. Thus far I've only seen the first eight or so episodes of the first season and only the last two of the current season. I've been skimming a few episode guides (but haven't read too in depth to save myself from spoilers!) and this idea was inspired by some of the things I read. As of this date it has not been beta'd – if anyone would like to volunteer please let me know via the review page.

Disclaimer: Although fan fiction is typically considered satire under current U.S. Copyright laws I will state that this original work is not intended to infringe upon the Copyrights held by the creators of Supernatural. In addition the references to real estate transactions are not to be taken as legal advice.

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Branches snapped back at her as she ran scraping her arms and her face. She felt nothing and forced only one word to the front of her mind: run. Nothing else mattered. If she stopped, if she even so much as slowed down they'd catch her. She'd run forever if that's what it took. Before she'd even bolted from the old car she knew the odds of getting away were nil. Both of them had guns and she'd seen what had been hidden in the false bottom of the trunk of the car. They wouldn't even have to touch her to kill her.

Both men were taller than her. What would take her three strides to cover might take the tallest only one. She had spent two days with them alternating between cooperation and defiance; from one to the other and back again. They insisted that what she was told about them was wrong, that they were trying to help people against something evil. The only evil she could readily see was gaining on her as she ran.

The denseness of the woods was giving way to an open area. Someone was up ahead, she couldn't tell if it was friend or foe. Their arms outstretched and something glinted in the sun.