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Back in Black
By: chocolate rules
Chapter 11:Using every one of them and runnin' wild (11/12)
They arrived at the same sight just as they caught sight of some lights just barely in their line of vision. They had a minute, two at most, to find what ever it was that Barry was.
Sam looked at Dean shaking his head as he said this. Wanting to comment on that, but knowing that it was better left for another time, Sam followed Dean out of the Impala and into the trees. Now they needed to find Barry.
They moved gracefully weaving through the maze of trees. Years, a lifetime really, of combat training had made if second nature for the brothers to move unheard and unnoticed through the empty tears and long fallen leaves.
Sam covered Dean's back as they got closer to the road. Sam couldn't see a damn thing in the dark night. Dean had said no flashlights, and trusting his brother's practically catlike sensing abilities Sam saw no reason to object.
Except of course that he couldn't see a damn thing himself. Sam had always been more visually orientated. Like picking up that minor movement in that kid Tommy's video. It was one of the many reasons Dean and Sam worked so well, their abilities complimented each other in each and every way.
Dean could hear something in the faintest of surroundings. His hearing was impeccable, unquestioned by all that really knew him. Royally sucked as they grew older; can't say that you never heard an instruction when your father damn well knew you did.
Almost walking into his brother's now still form, Sam turned to see what it was that Dean had seen. He waited for the little light that there was, the moon light, to help his eyes adjust enough to see whatever it was that Dean had heard. If Dean was a dog, Sammy was sure that his ears would be perked up and waiting for another sounding clue.
Had it not been for his great eyesight, Sam would have missed the mostly feline movement behind gruff of trees on the opposite side of the street.
Dean tapped his shoulder and began to walk backwards, away from the figure. Sam gave him a skeptical look that only earned him what couldn't have been other than a glare from his big brother. Dean also chose to reached over and flick him in the ear. Damn night vision.
Sam followed Dean into a semi-clearing and almost screamed shapeshifter as he watched Dean pocket his gun.
"Dean, what the fuck man? Have you finally lost it?" Sam makes a grab for Dean's gun, which of course Dean didn't appreciate and he stammered back a few feet.
"Didn't you see that…or him?" Sam gives his brother and odd, annoyed look. He saw movement, and that was about it.
"That right there was a Ballenger." Dean said matter-of-factly, like Sam was supposed to know what in the world his brother was talking about. Sam's shrug and raised eyebrows told him different.
"Dad only said it a million times," Dean muttered. He glanced behind Sam, towards the street as they heard the car pull near. The first hadn't been their vehicle.
Dean pulled out his curved knife and Sam decided to follow suit. Dean knew about these things. Why question it?
They went back to where they had seen the shadow. Sam watched his brother closely. Dean would react before Sam knew where the thing was coming from.
"Dean-" he started, but at that moment the car with the girls came closer and the creature leaped out and onto the top of the car.
The car's tires began to screech and the girls' screams could be heard from where the brothers stood.
"Aim for the head, and don't let it touch you," and with that odd warning, Dean dashed out to the slowing car.
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