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Part 2 - A Lonely Road

Dean set a quick pace up the road. He felt his frustration ebb a little every time his feet pounded the pavement. He didn't know why he felt so trapped earlier. He and Sam had been hanging out in the hotel. They hadn't been talking about anything in particular. Dean had been content with the intermittent silence at first, but after a while it started to grate on him.

Dean had never been what anyone could consider patient. He was a man of action. There wasn't much action when he was hanging around a manky hotel with his brother, who was contentedly watching a documentary on the life of earthworms.

He had to get out and do something.

"I'm going into town for a drink," he informed Sam brusquely. Even Dean himself was surprised at the hardness behind the words. Dean winced a little, hoping his brother wouldn't look hurt or ask to come along. Sometimes he really felt like he was kicking a puppy.

Sam glanced up from the TV, giving Dean a curious glance.

"Have fun," he said before turning back to his show.

Dean blinked at Sam's lack of reaction.

"Ok," he shrugged. Dean grabbed his wallet and checked to make sure his weapons were well hidden on his body. It really wouldn't do to have some backwater cop bust him for his illegal arsenal.

With a last glance at Sam, who appeared to be completely engrossed in the documentary, Dean left the hotel.

Dean decided to walk the distance into town. He didn't want to risk driving after a few drinks. With his luck, the cops would be doing breathalyser tests on everyone leaving the bar. He really couldn't afford to spend the night in the drunk tank. Not only that, if he left the car, he was pretty sure Sam would come and get him at some point. Leaving the car also provided Sam with a quick getaway if it was needed. If there was one thing Dean was good at, it was planning out scenarios in his head.

Dean wondered idly if Sam knew some of the stuff that floated around in the older Winchester's head. Dean smirked. His brother probably figured he was merely looking for a bar fight, and had no idea that Dean was preparing for any number of possible outcomes to his excursion.

As he started down the road that would take him into town, he risked a quick look behind him. As he suspected, Sam's silhouette was visible at the window, watching his brother walk away. He knew Sam would be worried, even though there was no real reason to be.

Dean had to grin. He was getting pretty good at figuring his sibling out.

It wasn't very long after he left that Dean began to feel uneasy. The darkness felt as though it were encroaching on the road and the unnatural silence in the stillness was almost deafening.

Dean glanced around himself warily. There was no reason to suspect anything supernatural. He and Sam weren't in this town for any reason other than it provided a place to rest on their way to somewhere else.

That being said, Dean had very well-developed senses when it came to things that go bump in the night, and right now, they were buzzing.

Dean stopped walking and peered into the forest. As he watched, a misty fog began to roll lazily through the trees. Dean drew his gun. It could be natural. Fog sometimes did just happen, after all.

A faint light became visible in the distance and began to draw closer to Dean's position.

Dean rolled his eyes. There went the 'it's all natural' theory.

He felt the familiar surge of pre-hunt adrenaline rush through his body. Dean was fully confident in his own abilities, but he couldn't help but wish Sam was there, too. It never hurt to have backup.

With a muttered curse, Dean realised he should inform his brother of this, just in case things didn't go smoothly. He reached for his phone with one hand, keeping the other trained on the growing mist. The fog had begun to swirl, and the light was drawing ever closer. It was beginning to brighten which, Dean had to acknowledge, was rarely a good sign.

Dean was forced to abandon the idea of a phone call when the light emerged from the trees. Dropping his cell, Dean pointed his gun at the light and waited.

As though suddenly deciding it didn't want to be seen, the light flickered and went out.

Dean looked quickly from side to side, but nothing was there.

Before he could react, a roaring sound reached his ears. Dean spun to face the road as a pair of headlights sped towards him.

They were moving too fast. Dean only had enough time for his mind to register that he was going to die before the car was on him.

A blast of cold air hit Dean, knocking him to the ground. He yelled reflexively, squeezing his eyes shut.

For a brief moment, it felt like he was caught in a wind tunnel. Enormous pressure pinned him to the ground and Dean's breath was knocked from his lungs.

As quickly as it appeared, Dean felt the pressure lessen. He took a ragged breath.

It took a second for him to realise that he wasn't dead. Dean cracked his eyelids open. There was no car, or any indication that a car had been there.

There was no way it could have missed him.

Dean anxiously checked his extremities to make sure they were all present and accounted for. He took a deep breath to calm himself.

What the hell had just happened? . . .

He stooped to retrieve his cell phone, pressing the speed dial that would connect him to Sam.

The phone rang three times before his brother answered.

"Hello?" Sam's voice sounded tired, but Dean didn't have time to feel guilty about waking his brother.

"Sam!" Dean wanted to get right to the point. "There's something out here. I caught a glimpse of it, and whatever it is, it isn't human."

"Where are you?" Dean could hear the weariness leave his brother's voice. Sam sounded concerned now.

"I'm a few miles down the road," Dean responded with another glance around him. He really wasn't in the mood for whatever game was being played at his expense.

"Do you have any weapons?" Sam's question brought Dean's attention back to the conversation. The older Winchester rolled his eyes.

"Sammy, I'm not an idiot. Of course I have weapons; I just don't know how much good they'll do on this thing. It isn't corporeal."

Dean realised with a start that the mist was returning. With a curse, Dean looked behind him to make sure no headlights were approaching again. It hadn't been fun the first time, so a repeat performance was definitely out.

Dean backed away from the fog, noticing Sam hadn't responded to his last comment. "Sam?"

His brother didn't answer.

"Crap," Dean mentally went through the mini-arsenal he had concealed on his person. Nothing would help against something without a body. The mist thickened and the light drew out once more.

"Now would be a great time to show up, Sammy," he said into the phone before finally deciding that, despite his pride, running might not be such a bad idea after all.