A/N: My Last installment for the night. Hpe you like it. I'll fiinish this really quick, I super promise! But I need reviews! I Need Them:) I have to go and actually start my History homework (Essay, like 5 Essays!) so I'll be up all night! Send your care my way, K! ;)

Consequences

By: chocolate rules

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Chapter Seven: No Where To Run To

Emily had called Carl, who was pissed at having been called so late at night, it was just past midnight now. He said he'd be there in half an hour, since the kids really didn't live that close to the forest. Dean said they would wait out there in the road until Carl arrived and all the kids agreed. Sam, however, looked a little more frightened by that then being in the woods.

"You'll have more to worry about if you go back in there," Dean said, taking the gun back like he said he'd do. "Dad will be the least of you worries if you're dead."

Sam looked at him unsurely. If he were dead, John Winchester would probably summon him and find a way to punish him and then never leave him alone. He wouldn't get the chance to haunt them, John would haunt him. No not even dead would he be able to escape his father.

Dean's cell rang again. Sam looked in utter fear as Dean rummaged through his jeans and jacket pockets until he found his cell. Sam grabbed Dean's wrist in an attempt to get him to not answer. But, Dean was on a hunt. If he didn't answer, his father would tear down all them trees to find him.

"I have to Sam. And I'm going to have to tell him about this, too. I'm sure he heard the screaming." Sam nodded, but didn't release Dean.

Dean took his other hand and pulled Sam off him. He gave him a reassuring look as he flipped the phone open.

"Yeah!….Yes, sir….The screaming… (He looked up to the girls and to Sam and shrugged) well, they came from these teens that decided to find the thing themselves….Yeah, I've got them….I'm by the cars…They're waiting for their ride….Well it is their car, but they're drunk. Can't let them drive drunk….Call Sam?( Sam held his breath and looked away. Emily looked back at him and mouthed 'Sorry') No, haven't called him…I know, but….yes, sir. But (Pauses) are you coming out right now?…Then, you'll understand….I just don't need you yelling through the phone…Bye."

"Okay, he pretty much knows you're here." Dean said to Sam. Sam turned back to him and looked like he was about to pass out.

"He's going to kill me." Dean slowly nodded. "I was supposed to stay home. God, I won't see daylight for a year!"

" Come on, man. Don't exaggerate. You're more likely to be seeing a whole lot more sun. More training and the whole survival thing he wanted to make you do like three months ago."

"The one where I have to stay out for the weekend with that Stuart gut and survive by myself." Dean nodded. "I'm dead."

"No, he gives you a knife and a loaded pistol. It's fun." Dean tried reassuring Sam. He knew that Sam hated the whole idea of having to survival military thing. He knew how he hated even more to do it alone. They had done it Three years ago, just him and Sam, but John had threatened Sam that the next time he didn't listen in a hunt he'd have to forego it by himself. Granted this wasn't a hunt Sam was supposed to be in, but this was a hunt, and Sam had disobeyed. John usually didn't like for Sam to go on hunts when he had to go to school the next day. He really didn't care for the grades, but he did want them to graduate and sleeping in class wouldn't help him.

"Yeah, fun." Sam said sarcastically. He glanced down the road, praying for Carl to arrive. Denz had called someone from is house, one of his brother's probably, and they said they'd be there in thirty to forty minutes. Nobody was there, it had after all only been twenty minutes.

"To late now." Dean said, looking as Sam stretched his neck to see any car. "Nowhere to run to, you know. Sorry." Dean shrugged and Sam sighed. He knew it was too late.

They all jumped when the heard something emerge from behind them. Sam didn't turn around, like the others. He knew John Winchester would notice him. He didn't need to see Sam to know his son was there. Dean gave Sam a soft tap on the shoulder as he headed over to their father.

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