"Whatever it is you want… just get it over with…"
Like I care!
"Me….I don't want anything, but a certain party wants you six feet under. Said she wants talk to you first." A thin man stepped out of the shadows, followed by a goon twice his size.
Fat man and little boy.
"I think I'll pass, although talking me to death would be a new one. Besides, I haven't been hiding if your myst...…."
"Could have fooled us." A grave, but smooth toned voice accused Dean. "Been looking for ya for half a year. Making us look bad for our boss. Now, be a nice kid and go quietly."
Why are they looking for me? Do they know how I came back? Are they responsible?
"I've never been much of the quiet type."
"Hmm… I have to insist. We were hired to make sure you'd pay. Someone really wants to see you."
"Have you been watching too many Godfather films….Really who talks like that?! Oh wait... you… and unfortunately, I'm not much on blind dates either. I hear E-harmony has a money back guarantee on that sort of thing."
"She really wants to meet…"
She….so is she the one to yank me out of hell… to curse me with being nothing?
"Who? Miss America. I told her she shouldn't pose for those photos. She can't blame me for those."
"Funny… heard you were a riot."
"I have my moments. Not so much lately. Does your seeing eye goon talk or just grunt in one or two syllables?"
"Watch it punk. I break people like you without a second thought." The giant grumbled.
"More a man of action. But, where is your compadre? You don't go anywhere without Sam. I hate to settle for the price of one… Especially when he is worth the most…."
They don't know I died! They want Sam!
"Guess you don't know me well. Kid was cramping my style- lightweight. Haven't seen him for months."
What have you got into little bro?
"Now that is just plain funny, cause I heard it's a practical yin yang."
"Nah, whatever your beef is…. I'm sure it was all me. You have no idea how Barbara Streisand… people who need people that kid is… you're barking up the wrong show tune." Dean forced himself to say. "Actually I was say people who kill vampires… demons…… are the luckiest people in the world."
"Sam is a killer… just like you… don't pretend. We don't have a problem with that… just doing business. Thing about business is that sooner or later someone has to answer for it."
Who did you kill, Sam? What have you got into? I leave you…. Shit, I left you… This is my fault. What happened in all this time!?
"Go ahead! Take me. I'm the cold blooded one…. Sam is the patsy… always has been..."
Like it matters. They aren't getting Sam. I have to get out of this! Warn him!
"If you're looking for a fight, I think I can accommodate. So why don't you tell me what you want and let's get this over with."
"This is justice."
Dammit, they aren't playing.
One thing for certain, he wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of finding Sam, even if his little brother didn't want him around at the moment.
But, how could you blame him. I could be a monster.
"Let's just say, we have…."
"Stow the bad gangster dialogue from 1954. Just do what you came to do and shut up."
With a growl of rage, the larger goon lunged at him, swinging a monster sized paw with unusual speed. The unknown assailant's intent was obviously clear: kill or be killed. Unease stirred inside, knowing what was coming. At least maybe this time, he wouldn't go to hell.
Or I will. Maybe I'm still there!
Dean dodged the first punch by backing up, but the second one grazed his chest. The thin man popped him in the nose. Dean responded by smacking a hard left to the man's jaw. He put up his fists, waiting patiently for a moment to escape. Normally, Dean would never run from a fight, and he could usually defeat an enemy easily, but this was different. His mind was in it, but his body was far from top form. Weariness clung to him like a starved mosquito out for a meal. The only issue now was to get out of this and warn Sam. Otherwise, he might not have cared.
What do I have left!
He blocked another attack as the thin man moved in a sharp downward jab. Quickly, Dean punched a clothesline blow to the man's neck and kneed the giant in the nuts, throwing the big man off balance. Dean jumped up, nailing fat man in the head with an elbow. When his opponent stopped for a minute, stunned, Dean turned around, nailing him hard in the face. Although, Dean showed no external signs of slowing down, he realized he couldn't keep this up forever, which would mean he would end up a bloody, mucky heap, left to rot in some alley.
These men wouldn't go down so easily. Using every skill he had ever learned, some of which he made up on the fly, he dodged their attacks while wondering who these two Cro-Magnons worked for. They were too sloppy to be skilled hunters, but skilled enough to be professional criminals. Though he doubted most people would claim these two to be in the human species, he was certain these thugs were not aided by supernatural means.
Hired thugs. But for who?!
The duo wasn't pulling any punches. With each swing, the fight grew more intense. Dean struggled like a rabid animal against the big man's form when his foe latched two muscle laden arms around him. His spine felt as though it was cracking in several places, but he didn't feel any bones breaking.
Dean was no match for the bigger one's strength, which allowed the thin man to volley a series of punches rapid like a machine gun to Dean's tender underbelly. The swing in battle, obviously not in Dean's favor, was clear evidence that he wasn't going to win this one- not in his present condition. His opponents weren't going to stop until they spilled Dean's blood, which he was sure those thugs hands had seen murder stains already.
I have to keep my eyes open or I won't make it. Sam….Sam has to … must save...
Finally after what seemed like an eternity of punishment, Dean felt himself being lifted high above the big man's head where he was shaken like a sloppy Martini. He felt his body whoosh downward, but before he could even register that he was dropped, thin man gripped his collar, hauling Dean halfway to his feet.
His vision horrendously blurred so that he couldn't focus or anything but shades of color on the ground. Dean tried to shake it off, but all of a sudden he was sure he heard a strange howl in the winter air.
A flashing set of lights rounded the bend with a shrill whistle that at this point was welcome in Dean's ears. He would prefer to not explain anything at the police station. Heaven knows he is not a big fan of most cops, but even a warm night in jail would be preferable to the alternative. And if he had just one phone call then his reanimated life might means something.
A call to Sam.
When his new special friends heard the same noise, they dropped him. This time he felt the thud. Not taking time to think, he rolled down the drive, tucking his body in Mr. Peterson drain pipe. As a boy, his mother would find him there more times than not. He took no time to scurry for all his worth into the tube, knowing exactly where it would lead. He just hoped he wasn't seen.
Two uniformed officers stepped out. "Freeze!" They yelled, but Dean didn't stop. He didn't even know who they yelled at. He could hear someone running above him, searching for him. Even hurt, he knew where to go and where to hide until he could safely find a way to get to Sam. This was his family home. He may have been only four when he left here, yet he would never forget everything about this place. He couldn't, not even when he really wanted to. So he moved forward, ignoring pain and injury, just keeping himself alive to do one thing- make sure his brother is safe from whatever mess Sam had gotten into.
The thugs, too, had considered running, but they were forced to flee to the backyard. Dean could have told them that was a fatal error. They should have followed his example and ducked to part unseen. As it were, they made it to the place where Dean's swing set used to be before fate stopped their escape cold. Suddenly, a second cruiser cut off the two men who had been quiet happy in beating Dean a few seconds ago.
"Hold it right there, bo-yos!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa… you got it all wrong… it's the guy…. You're letting him escape. Thank god officer, we caught that guy breaking. You need…."
"First time I've heard a collar give me advice. Let's say we sort it all at my place?"
"But the guy."
"Oh, we'll find him… then all of us will have a frank discussion about brawls and disturbing the peace."
