A POCKET FULL OF BULLETS

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PART THREE

CAVE~ BEWARE!

Disclaimer: See chapter one.


For all the years that Ash had been a go between for hunters, having gone on a few hunts himself, he could honestly say he had never met a person quite like Harry before. The boy was still a little green around the gills, quite like his eyes, but he was harden too. If Ash could pick a person that was similar to the kid he'd say Sam because they shared the same hunted, driven look in their eyes.

'Brothers of another torture,' Ash thought, chuckling. He was really good at making funnies.

Said teen was being held in a cell across the hall from him and all he knew about him was why he was here. Ash would have said that was some awful luck but the two second hesitation in his speech made Ash think that perhaps there was more to this pot of coffee than beans. As he waited in his cell he tried to think of a way out. If he could only get over to that radio in the office or perhaps the phone he could either get a hold of Sam or Dean on the CB or on their cell phone. Ash had heard that they were heading this way and by habit he knew they headed to this podoc little town for the diner so he left Jo at the Road House in search of the brothers. He had some info for them about the Colt that would not please either one. Then he had to go and get in the middle of some freak spirit processing teens and one just happen to explode in front of him.

Yeah, karma was a bitch.

The police were there within seconds and he had been in cell 5 for the past two days. So now there was him and this boy across the hall with similar circumstances to one fucked up situation.

Ash sighed, yep this had Dean and Sam chaos written all over it and the only way out was to wait for the brothers. They'd be here soon; no way they were going to pass up a hunt like this.

"So Sam wanna explain what the hell that was all about?" Dean asked.

"Not talking about this now Dean," Sam sighed.

Everything had been normal or as normal as it got with them at the Diner. Dean was making some poor farmer even poorer, Sam was on his second plate of chicken fried steak and steam veggies and Witchy herself was bustling around the diner like there was no tomorrow when it happened. The hairs on Sam's neck stood to attention and he turned to look out the window at a group of yellow eyed teens all grinning crookedly at him.

He yowled like a pole cat and that set off a chain reaction. Dean hit the pool ball too hard an sent it flying at one of the farmers head. Said farmer got hit square in the jaw and stumbled about hitting a waitress who was carrying a full tray of steaming hot food. The food landed on the customers and they yowled, cursed and broke the tables trying to get up. By the time Dean reached Sam to get the hell out of there before anyone got their wits the teens were gone and Sam was wide eyed and stuttering.

Witchy had been beyond seething in anger.

So on they drove down towards the borders. They would hit Nashville before sunrise at the rate Dean was going. Nearly sleep, lulled by the dark star less sky, Sam jumped when their CB picked up some heavy static before a familiar voice began to yell.

"Get back, get back. Kid what the fuck is…" The rest was a jumble of screams and pained moans.

The Brother Winchesters looked at each other, shocked, before they both yelled; "Ash!" and the classic was turned at a break neck speed doing a half doughnut heading back towards witchy and where ever the hell that was being transmitted from.

"Sam you need to," Dean started, but was cutoff as Sam made a grunting shut up gesture as he booted up his laptop.

For nearly ten seconds there was silence inside the car, besides Sams frantic typing, when they heard the one thing that any seasoned Hunter feared.

Police sirens.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck me!" Dean muttered, hand gripping the wheel tightly.

"Dean pull over," Sam said, typing coming to a stop.

"What? This aint no time to get all moral on me Sammy."

"No…look I know where Ash is, it's the jail in town an if these cops are out they don't know what happened at the station." Sam reasoned.

Dean gave him a sideways glance, "An if it's the yellow eyes fucking with us?"

"There's one way to know."

TBC