This started as a story I was going to do alone,but my computer keeps screwing up and my pal has offered to help me get this done. So it's a joint effort! Reviews please!
And to those who have already read the first two chapters, this is the last time it will be reposted, so
hang in there for us,please!
And Sarah, my writing sister, the Sam to my Dean(I know you like Dean best too, but I'm the oldest sosticks tongue out in a most immature manner and blows a raspberry, while chanting na,na,na,na and my soon to be co-writer this is dedicated to you!
Title:The Hunted
Author:Coleharley and Supernaturalandlostfan
Rating:R(mostly for language, but there's some bloody scenes as well)
Genre:Action/Drama/Angst
Characters:Dean,Sam,some OC's, and some badass monsters.
Summary:The were warned to not put their noses where they didn't belong. If only they had listened.
Authors note:We are huge fans of Dean and Sam whumping(mostly Dean though), so if you don't like to see one or both of them in peril, this story
is definitely not for you(But I do hope you read it)
Disclaimer:We do not own anything to do with Supernatural.
The Hunted
Ch.2
To say the least, the tall black man, and fat balding guy were the last thing Sam expected to see coming out of the woods.
He knew just by looking at baldy that he'd have no trouble taking him out, even with his injured arm, but the tall imposing figure of the black man was a different story. He was at least 6'4, and Sam could see well toned muscles through the many rips and tears in his white dress shirt. To be honest, he looked like a dangerous man, and Sam wasn't exactly feeling up to fighting with him right now. He also seemed vaguely familiar.
Imposing or not, he and the other man were slowly approaching him and his brother, and he'd be damned if they'd lay a finger on Dean without having to go through him first.
Clutching his knife, he put on what he hoped to be his most intimidating face, and placed himself protectively between the men and Dean.
"I don't know who you are, but you better just stay fucking back."he said, his voice coming out in a low growl. They just kept walking closer though.
"I mean it, stay back! I'm not afraid to use this!"he yelled.
The black man let out a low, deep laugh upon hearing these words.
"You think after facing those things, we're worried about some kid with a knife?"Baldie asked with a chuckle.
The black man, in one quick movement, suddenly rushed forward, grabbed the wrist of Sams arm that held the knife, and twisted it, causing him to drop it
with a yelp of pain as he struggled against the man, yelling,"Let me go you bastard!"
Pulling Sam's arms behind his back, successfully immobilizing him, the man said in his ear, in a low deep voice tinged with a Jamaican accent,"Stop struggling boy. I do not wish to hurt you."
"It's a little too late for that! You're breaking my damn arms, so let me go!"Sam said, angrily."Who the hell are you people?"
He then saw the other man was knelt down beside Dean, reaching his hand out to touch him, and with a new ferocity, started fighting for release again,yelling,
"What are you doing? Leave him alone! Don't touch him!"
"You will calm down and quit yelling now boy."the black man ordered calmly."He is just checking the extent of your friends injuries, but if you keep screaming
some of the other uninjured creatures will hear, and come for you. Believe me, you do not want this, there are some far worse than the panther man."
Sam stopped struggling. Who was he kidding anyway? The shape he was in now, this guy could have already broke him in two if he wanted.
"He's my brother."Sam said quietly.
"What is you name boy?"he asked, loosening his grip on his arms.
"Sam."
"Then listen to me Sam. We are not here to harm you or your brother, we only want to help."he continued.
"Dean, his name is Dean."Sam stated, staring at his brother, who had still yet to move, as the other man continued the examination of his injuries.
"John?"the black man asked, when the man stood up.
"He's bad."was the other mans only reply after a moments hesitation.
"No shit, you don't have to be a doctor to see that."Sam said, his voice rising."So tell me where the exit is out of this fucking forest so I can get him help."
"Sam."the black man said, carefully trying to find the right words to tell him what he must."There is no exit, at least not one we have been able to locate, and
we have been here for over a week and a half now."
Suddenly Sam realized where he'd seen the black man's face before.
"You're that preacher that's been missing for almost two weeks aren't you?"he asked slowly.
"Yes, I am him.'the man replied, nodding his head,"Malik Baleem and that is John Sampson."
"The lawyer. I read about you in the paper too.'Sam said, looking at the balding man."Though I must say, by your picture Mr. Baleem, that you're not what I
expected."
"I work out. Is that a crime?"the man answered with a shrug, then added,"But most people would agree that I am not your typical looking reverend."
"We need to move Malik."John said, looking around the area apprehensively.
"What about my him? He's not even conscious."Malik stated.
"We leave him."John replied quickly."He'll only slow us down.
"What? Are you crazy? Leave him?"Sam asked walking towards the man with clenched fists." That thing and it's buddies will come back and kill him. He can't
defend himself!"he said, turning to look at the black man when speaking the last part.
"They can smell blood Malik, remember Troy? It'll lead them right to us."John said emphatically.
"You can both go to hell! We don't need your help anyway."Sam said defiantly glaring at the two men."I can take care of him by myself!"
"We will bring him with us also."Malik stated in a tone that left no room for argument from the other man, who shook his head angrily at him.
"You're making a mistake Malik. The only reason we've survived this long is because we've learned how to avoid them. With him bleeding everywhere
and slowing us down, that will be impossible to continue doing. We don't know who they are or why they are here. They could be killers for all we know."John
argued.
"They are not killers."Malik stated, and added firmly,"And they are coming with us. Both of them."
"Yeah, well I hope you're right preacher man."he said, and stalked off angrily, a short distance away from them. Sam was standing over his brother, watching and listening to the two men's interaction when he heard Dean groan and say his name,"Sam?"
"Right here Dean."he replied, dropping down beside him and grabbing his hand.
"What the hell was that thing?"his brother asked, clenching his eyes closed against the intense pain in his stomach.
"I don't know Dean. I stabbed it in the back and it ran off."Sam replied.
"Good Sammy."he replied, and opening his eyes again, saw the blood on his brothers arm."You're bleeding. Are you okay?"he asked, his face full of concern.
"Oh this?"he asked pointing at it and shrugging."It's just a scratch. Takes more than that to keep Sam Winchester down."
Deans eyes grew wide as he noticed the two men standing near them for the first time."Who are they?"he asked, trying to sit up.
"Calm down Rocky, they're the good guys."Sam said, putting his hand on his shoulder and pushing him back down."At least one of them is."he added, glaring
at John.
"How bad is it?"Dean asked, putting his hand on his stomach gingerly.
"Not bad at all Dean."Sam answered quickly, averting his eyes from his gaze.
"You're a shitty liar Sammy."Dean said with a chuckle, wincing as this small movement caused pain to shoot through him.
"We must go now."Malik said, walking up to stare solemnly down at Dean, who met his gaze unwaveringly with pain filled eyes."Before they come back."
"Then help me up Sam."Dean ordered, holding his hand out to his brother.
"Here we must first try and stop you from bleeding. It will make it harder for them to track us."Malik said, removing what was left of his shirt and handing it to Sam,
who also removed his outer shirt, silently thanking the powers that be, that he'd had on two shirts when whoever had attacked him had done so, not that he
wouldn't have used his shirt anyway.
Sam ripped the mans shirt into strips and put them on each of the four deep holes and apologizing the whole time, put his weight down on them, wincing at the
expression of pain on his brothers face. Dean didn't make a sound though, and Sam wondered if his stubborn macho act ever had its limits.
Finally the flow of blood slowed down enough for him to let up off of him, and he used his own shirt to wrap around the wounds, creating a make shift bandage.
The other men watched his act of taking care of his brother with looks of curiosity, no doubt wondering how he knew what to do. No one ever said demon hunting
didn't have some perks. He'd patched Dean up many a times, though none of them had been near as serious as this, and his brother had done the same even
more times to him.
Finishing up, he smiled encouragingly at Dean, and said,"There we go, all done."
"Took you long enough."Dean said with a ghost of a smile, when he could finally speak again without having to worry about making any unwanted sounds of
pain."Now lets go."
Getting slowly to his feet with Sam's assistance, Dean put his arm around his brothers shoulders and leaning heavily on him, they started moving.
"What do we know about them?"Dean asked Sam, nodding at the other two men.
"The black guy is Malik Baleem, and the bald guys John Sampson."he replied.
"Why..do..those..names.. sound..familiar?"Dean asked haltingly.
"Malik's the missing preacher we read about in the paper, and John's that lawyer, you remember reading about them, right?"
"Yeah, I do."
"They said we were being hunted by that thing and others even worse than it."Sam said.
"Why are they being hunted. I know why we are, but you said he is a preacher."Dean said, nodding at Malik, then after coughing painfully added,"The mayor
said on the tape that the only people who were here, or are here now other than us are criminals. I can understand the lawyer, they're all sleeze, but a preacher?"
He had to stop walking for a moment after saying all this, and Sam stood patiently, letting him regain his strength.
"I don't know why they are here, and honestly could care less, all I care about is getting you help, and they know alot more about these woods than we do, so
for now we're gonna stick with them."Sam answered.
Malik suddenly stopped and turned to face them.
"I have done nothing wrong. They put me here because I was not willing to just overlook the disappearances. One of the young men from my parish was a
victim. I got too close to reaching the truth about what they were doing, so one night I went to sleep and woke up here."he explained to them.
"Did you have a tape left for you also."Sam asked.
"Yes."
"What about..you?"Dean asked, looking at John.
"I'm a lawyer."He replied as if that explained everything.
"What are those things that are hunting us?"Sam asked.
"They are this town's version of Marshall law."Malik replied,"You do anything wrong or ask the wrong questions they send you here and let them inflict
justice."
"Can we stop for a second?"Dean asked, sweating heavily from the exertion of having to walk.
"Five minutes."John answered, and Sam carefully helped Dean sit down.
"How many more are there?"Dean asked, through gritted teeth.
"There was originally 5, at least that is how many we have come in contact with."Malik replied, handing Dean a canteen containing water.
"Originally 5? How many are their now?"Sam asked.
"There are 3 left."John answered.
"What happened to the other two?"
"I killed them."Malik answered."They were the weaker of them though, I think the remaining ones will be much harder to stop."
"How much time is in between their attacks?"
"It varies. It used to be more frequent, but since we've learned to avoid them, the time has lengthened between attacks."
A twig snapped close by, and putting a finger to his lips, Malik pulled a knife from his pocket and got in a fighting stance.
"I told you."John hissed."They smell his blood, and we're all going to pay the price for bringing him."
The man started to protest when a screech echoed through the forest, followed closely by another.
"Shit."Dean muttered when, all the suddenly two more of the things dropped to the ground on either side of the group.
TBC