Dean packed in a hurry, not even taking the time to walk around the room. His constant teleporting was making Sam dizzy. He spoke as packed, voice hopping around the room with him.

"We're getting out of here, help me pack."

"Dean, can you just calm down for a second." Dean stopped in front of him.

"What?"

"Why are you in such a hurry? One minute, we can't leave, now we're running away. What's going on?"

"More are coming, they're following me."

"More demons? Why?"

"I don't know."

"Well we don't really have to run. You're pretty well equipped to deal with them."

"There's lots that're stronger than me. Besides, it's not me I'm worried about." He looked genuinely concerned.

"Alright. What about that thing you felt? Are we just going to leave that now?"

"That was what I felt. The demon. We have to get out of here." He went back to packing while still talking. "New rules from now on. I feel anything again, we either get out or get ready to fight. And we're not separated at all anymore. Never leave weapons sitting around, you always have the knife on you. Also, we need to find a way to work salt into normal bullets. Well, you need to. That'll be easier to carry around than the salt gun and it'll slow them down a hell of a lot more than a normal bullets." He disappeared from the room entirely and appeared directly behind Sam seconds later. "Ready to go?"

Sam jumped and turned around. "Is this going to be a normal thing now?"

"Not if they can't find us. I'll sense them coming if they do."

Sam was skeptical for a moment, then nodded. He suddenly found himself in the passenger seat of the impala. Dean peeled out of the parking lot an was quickly back on the highway.

"Okay, you have to warn me before you do that."

Dean ignored the comment, "We'll get out of town, it'll take them a while to find us again. I'm sorry about this, Sammy. They're hunting you because of me."

"It'll be fine. We'll work this out."

"Yeah, I hope so. We have to find a way to drop off their map. They can find us anywhere in a matter of days."

"What about you?"

"I know how to use a real map. We're not going to get separated anyway, right?"

"Right. So how do we lose them?"

"I don't know. I'm sure there's something. We just need to look."

"I could ask Bobby if he knows anything."

"Alright, you do that."

"Something wrong?"

"No, it's just, Bobby doesn't want anything to do with me. He seems pretty sure that I'm ready to kill both of you any second. But yeah, call him. If he knows anything, it'll save us a lot of research."

"You know it's going to take a lot for him."

"Yeah, I know. His wife. I don't blame him. Give him a call."

Sam pulled out his phone and dialed Bobby.

"Hello?"

"Hey Bobby, it's Sam. We need some advice."

"Make it quick, I'm busy."

"Would you happen to know of anything that'll throw demons off our trail?"

"Can't say I do. D'you two idjits already get yourselves into trouble?"

"A bit, but we can handle it."

"Hey, this wouldn't have anything to do with Dean, would it?"

"It's not his fault, and it's nothing we can't take care of."

"... Alright. I'll tell ya if I find anything."

"Thanks, Bobby."

Bobby hung up the phone with a sigh. He was worried about his boys, Sam in particular. He had too much of a weak spot when it came to Dean. He went back to the basement to the demon tied up in the center of a devil's trap. He grabbed a bottle of holy water while advancing towards the demon.

"Now, I'm gonna ask you one more time before I send you back to Hell." Bobby loomed over the demon. "What do you know about Dean Winchester?"

A/N: And I think I'll end it there for today. Short and sweet. I've officially set a personal goal of two chapters per day, so you can expect these to keep coming at a steady pace. I love each and every one of my readers, favorites, followers, and especially reviewers. Thanks for being awesome :)