"Dean, You know you're getting your ass kicked by a girl right?" Sam yelled over the sound of shattering glass.
"Dude, I know!" Dean growled back, pushing himself out of the dirt slowly "Will you just shoot the bitch."
Ahead of them was the blur of a young woman, who was sprinting in the direction of the local bar "The Baiters Mark.". Sam and Dean took off after her, bleeding and bruised, but determined as all hell to catch her. They'd been in this chase for 20 minutes now and so far Dean had only landed two hits, anyone who knew him would know how aggravated this was making him.
"Where were you?" Dean barked as they neared the entrance of the bar.
"I went around the back of the building, I thought I could catch her that way, I had no idea she could run at the speed of light." Sam wheezed, colliding with the swinging doors along side of his brother. The place was practically barren, a little strange for the only bar in town. Both men looked at one another and then raised their guns to eye level, proceeding further into the dank and dusty roadside bar.
"Come out, come out wherever you are." Dean muttered angrily, peering around with a swollen eye and a mouthful of blood.
"Aw, you came to play."
The blow came before they could react and both of them were now sprawled out in shards of glass on the floor. Sam was the first to react, raising his gun and taking aim, but she kicked the gun out of his hand before he could fire. Dean was up behind her in seconds, his grip tight around her arms, only right when he thought he had her she sent her head reeling backwards and heard it connect with his nose.
"Son of a bitch!" He cried, releasing her and stumbling backwards. Sam had just reached his gun when she knee'd him in the mouth and picked it up, Sam wasn't so easily deterred though, he was up on his feet and had her pinned against the bar. Legs were wrapped around his waist so she couldn't kick, but for the time being her hands were free and so she aimed one at his throat. He blocked it but didn't expect the other to hit it's mark just above his jawline. He was thrown by this and she took her opportunity to push him off of her enough to get her legs free. She scrambled up far enough to be sitting on the bar when Sam recovered and threw a punch that almost unseated her, had she not grabbed hold of his jacket. She yanked down roughly and Sam lost balance, his head connecting with the top of the bar. He slid out of view and she shook her head to try to clear the haze his fist had created. This pause gave Dean enough time to attack, rushing the bar and trying to wrap his arms about her waist, she blocked his hands and caught his head in a vice grip between her thighs. He instead gripped her waist and spun, bringing her off the bar and over a nearby wooden table. With all the force he could muster, he rose on tip toes and brought her careening down onto the table top. The wood splintered, cracked and gave way under her, and as they both crashed to the floor, her legs released and all the air in her lungs escaped in one cry.
"That's enough." Sam snapped, aiming a gun at her head as she opened her eyes to glare at him. "Dean, you alright?"
"Just peachy." he grumbled, pushing himself off of the floor for the third time today. He wiped the blood from his nose and pulled a large chunk of wood from him arm before reaching for his own gun. "You've cost us a lot of trouble, do you know that?" He added, taking aim.
The girl only smiled and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, perching up on her elbows.
"What are you gonna do, shoot me?" She chuckled, some of her brown hair matted to her face with blood.
"That's an idea." Dean spat, cocking his gun.
"I'd like to see you try." she replied, kicking out with her foot and connecting with Sams knee. He yelled and dropped his gun as she rolled out of the way of Deans fire. She now stood with Sams gun in one hand and her own in the other, one aimed at Sam and the other at his older brother. "A good ol fashioned stand off, how cute."
"Who the hell are you?"
"I'm surprised you don't know, you've been following me for three states." She said
"You have something we need."
"That sounds like a personal problem."
"Just give us the shield and this will all be over." Sam said, finally getting to his feet and using the table as support.
"Maybe we can make a trade." She said, ignoring Sams statement.
"We don't do deals with people we don't know, especially those who could be possessed by demons." Dean hissed, his grip tightening around his gun. The girl sighed and placed both guns down on the bar, slowly turning her back to the both of them. Reaching up, she pulled down the collar of her torn denim jacket and revealed a very familiar tattoo on the back of her neck.
"You're a hunter?"
"Amelia Reese." She replied, fixing her collar and facing them again, a smirk in the corner of her swollen mouth. "It's nice to finally meet you boys."