Warnings: Language, Violence
AN: The song for this chapter is Bat Out of Hell by Meat Loaf
Dean and Benny were sitting at a truck stop outside of Phoenix. Of all times, of all places, they were starting to run low on gas. They had been so excited about the pie place, they forgot to fill up before leaving New Mexico, which would have easily got them over the California line. They were on high alert as they put gas in their tanks.
"You hear that?" Dean asked, looking over at Benny. Benny looked around, listening. Over the sound of semi's, he could hear it. The roar of a motorcycle engine.
"Shit!" BEnny said. "We gotta get out of here!" They hung up their nozzles and started their engines, flying out of the truck stop like their lives depended on it. Which, at this point, it did. "We should've filled up in New Mexico!" Benny yelled to Dean as they raced along.
"Don't you think I know that?!" Dean yelled back. He looked into his side mirrors to see who was following them. Four bikes. Red, black, white, and pale yellow. "Fuck man! They're calling out the big boys!"
"We must really be a threat to them!" Benny said.
"Well, we did kinda blow up their last clubhouse!" Dean shot back.
"Shit! I forgot about that!" Benny said. "No wonder they sent the princes after us!"
The Horsemen was founded by four men that went by the names Azazel, Alastair, Ramiel, and Asmodeus. No one really knew who they were or anything like that. But the four founders were called the Princes, and they rode bikes that matched the colors of the four horsemen of the Apocalypse. The other members usually chose to ride something else, opting for grey or charcoal more often than not. For as long as anyone could remember, Azazel and John had been at each other's throats. There hadn't been a moment of peace between the two groups. And then Alastair declared war on Dean, which led to mistakes being made but the Hunters pushed the Horsemen out of Texas and settled them in Arizona.
And if one of them had done something to Sam, they wouldn't even be in Arizona anymore.
"It can't be much farther to the California line, right?" Benny asked.
"And you think that's going to stop them?" Dean asked in return. "There's not a wall or anything!"
"I'm just thinking they aren't stupid enough to follow us and deal with Samcro or the Mayans. Or whoever's territory we're walking into!"
"I dunno! They look pretty stupid to me!" That's when a shot was fired, going right past Dean. "Holy fuck! I think they're shooting at us!"
"Do something!" Benny said. Dean reached around to the waistband of his pants and pulled out a gun. With one hand on the handlebars and one with the gun, Dean returned fire at the following bikers. He had become skilled in using his mirrors for targeting. He doubted that he would be able to hit them, but at least he could say he went down swinging.
"God damnit! They're like angry hornets! They just don't stop!" Dean yelled. Benny pushed his bike faster, hoping that Dean was right there with him. They had to get into California and hope that the four princes weren't stupid enough to follow them. Traffic was starting to appear on the road. Dean and Benny took advantage of it, dodging in and out of cars, hoping that civilians would stop them from shooting. But also praying one of the cars wasn't an on-duty cop.
"Seventy-five miles to go!" Benny said, motioning at a green sign as they passed. "Seventy-five miles to California!"
"Think they'll give up?" Dean asked.
"No!" Benny told him. "We just have to keep doing what we're doing!"
"Yeah! And risk getting pulled over by a cop!" Dean was trying to think of what to do. That's when he looked in his mirrors and saw another bike pulling up alongside the Horsemen. "Well shit, I think we're screwed now brother!" Dean said. Benny looked in his mirrors, expecting the worse.
Except when he looked, the other rider pointed a gun at the tires of one of the bikes and shot it out, causing the prince to skid down the road and the other three to stop.
"What the fuck?!" Dean asked. He looked to his left as the other rider sped by them. Wearing a Wayward Sons vest.
"I guess we can slow down some?" Benny asked, glancing over at Dean for a brief second before turning his eyes back on the road. Whoever that was who helped them out was fast, or they knew a secret way. Once the boys crossed the California line and got into Blyth, they pulled off to calm down. Their hearts were racing.
"What the fuck was that?" Benny asked, pacing.
"I don't know." Dean said.
"They run us out of Palo Alto but they help us with the Horsemen?" Benny asked. "Are they friend or foe?"
"I don't know." Dean said again.
"Do you think they have Sam or know where to find him?" Benny looked at Dean.
"God I hope so." Dean said. He had taken off his helmet and ran his fingers through his hair. "Holy shit dude."
"Well, I guess we should head up to Bakersfield." Benny said. "I think we've still got a few hours to go." Dean nodded and put his helmet back on. Once he got the answers he was looking for, they were going the scenic way home. He wasn't dealing with another run in with the Horsemen anytime soon.
