HUNTED

by lionfaceliar

Brother's Sam and Dean Winchester are on the hunt to find their missing father after he dissapears in search of a hunter powerful enough to kill the demon who possesed his wife and burned her alive. Sam and Dean follow his trail to a small Alaskan town where the daughter of the demon-slaying hunter proves to be the key in not only finding their father, but saving the world.

"Dad's on a hunting trip, and hasn't been home in a few days."

It was night and the highway was almost completely empty as the 1967 Impala sped westward. Dean Winchester gripped the stearin wheel with white knuckles, jaw set and teeth clenched. "So, what? Dad's gone MIA and you want to put out an Amber Alert?" Sam Winchester thumbed through a box of audio cassette tapes, making a face. "No, I want us to find him, Sammy." Dean snatched the box from his younger brother's lap with one hand, and tossed it into the back seat. "House rules; driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole." Dean stared at the long, black stretch of asphalt in front of him. "Something's wrong. I can feel it, Sammy." Sam examined the look on his brother's face very carefully. Dean was pale, and his forehead gleamed with sweat. His eyes were hard like stones, and seemed suddenly vacant. With a sigh, Sam popped open the glove compartment and pulled out a road map. "Where was he when you last heard from him?" Dean smirked, and relaxed in his seat. "Dad was working a job in Helena. He said something about finding a lead on the demon, Sammy. I don't hear from him for a couple days, and then I get this." Dean pulled his cellphone from his jacket pocket, flipped it open and played the voicemail on speaker. John's voice was panicked, "Dean, listen to me, I'm onto something big here. You need to be vigilant, son. We're all in danger. Remember what I've taught you," the voicemail faded to static, then silence. Sam furrowed his eyebrows, making the face he always did when in deep thought. "It's been three weeks, now, Sammy." Dean swallowed the lump in his throat. "That sounded an awful lot like a goodbye, Dean," Sam said. "I know." The Winchester brothers sat in silence for a long moment as they sped down the road, pine trees blurring in their peripheral vision as the highway narrowed into two lanes. "Strange thing is, I've done my homework and I'm not seeing anything that would lead dad to Montana. No lightning storms, no failing crops, no dead cattle. No omens at all. The entire state looks demon-free, Sammy." Sam pondered this a moment. "Maybe that's the reason he went in the first place. It's almost too clean." Dean nodded. "The calm before a storm."