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Sam's head shot up, his anxious stare followed the direction in which Adele was pointing. He saw the driver's door of the Impala left swinging open and Dean diverting to run across the front of the car and into the road. The Impala's back doors were both thrown open as the man and woman who were travelling with Dean both got out and began to go after his brother. Sam glanced in the direction Dean appeared to be heading at the same time as he opened the Ford's passenger door.
"He's going for the market. I've got to go, thanks Adele. Now get out of here, ok?"
"But...
"I'm sorry I'm running out on you, I am. Please Adele, go!"
With the Impala abandoned and blocking the road, the traffic queue behind it was at a standstill, horns were blaring and pedestrians stopped to stare. A number of drivers were out of their cars, yelling abuse after the retreating backs of the couple running across the road towards the market, only narrowly missing being hit by an oncoming truck. Sam raced for the Impala Good one bro', get everyone's attention, make it harder on those asswipes to use their angel mojo. Keep goin' Dean. Keep running."
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The only plan in Dean's head was to run. Run and, if he was lucky, spot somewhere he could hide. Weaving through the oncoming traffic, he made straight for the busy outdoor market, as an eruption of car horns, shouting and cursed threats serenaded his progress. He raced in amongst the first of the brightly covered stalls before the market traders fully cottoned on to the disruption on the road, and linked it to the crazy man careering through, around and once even up onto and across, their stalls. Having missed the chance to grab Dean and bring him down, the first row of market traders, along with some of the men who were being unwillingly dragged around by their other halves, and so were delighted at the prospect of some excitement, focused their determined anger on to the man and woman heading their way, clearly intent on following the course taken by the first stall wrecker.
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In the lead, Harvey was the first of the two angels to be confronted by the snarling and yelling gang of traders and shoppers. With only a momentary hesitation, he cannon balled directly into them, knocking men left and right like a champion linebacker. He paused only long enough to pick up a heavy set trader who had stubbornly planted himself in front of the angel; lifting the man as if he weighed no more than a bag of sugar. Harvey threw the surprised trader onto the display table of another trader two rows back, smiling grimly as he watched the guy crash land onto the centre of the table, which was piled high with women's underwear and stockings. The whole thing collapsed, breaking in half. Instead of making people back off, Harvey's move immediately roused the attention of the other traders who had, until then, not known what all the noise from the street end of the market was about.
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Surprise and speed had been on Dean's side, but now virtually all the traders had been alerted to the trouble amongst them, as had most of the shoppers. The noise levels around Dean increased as female shoppers shrieks, screams and verbal abuse joined the shouts of the men. Dean ducked, trying to evade the oncoming swing of a full tote bag aimed at his head by a feisty elderly lady. He was momentarily blinded when she scored a direct hit to his face, fortunately for Dean there was nothing solid in the bag. But it did distract him long enough to miss a trader launching a flying tackle at him from the side. Dean grunted as the man smacked hard into him, grabbing Dean around the waist, trying to drag him down to the ground. A sharp punch to the trader's nose acted as a quick release mechanism. The have-a-go hero fell away, blood spraying from his broken nose. Arms whirling, Dean managed to stay upright and regain his balance. Seeing a crowd now furiously closing in on him, Dean dived sharply to the left and down, throwing himself onto his side under the nearest table and quickly rolling over the ground, propelling himself underneath the next row of tables and the one after that, where suddenly felt both his upper arms grabbed and held fast in a strong, firm grip whilst at the same time he was hauled bodily upright and plonked back on his feet, before being spun around
"Hello Dean."
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