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Chapter Eight
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
Sam's head snapped to the speaker, his heart pounding. There, leaning against the doorframe, covered in blood and bruises, was Dean.
"Dean!" John said sharply, still holding a McFinnigan.
"Yes sir?" Dean asked, walking forwards, eyes blazing with the need for revenge.
"What were you thinking?" John demanded, resisting the urge to run over and hug Dean.
Dean didn't answer. "Mind if I do that for you?" he asked, motioning to John's hand that was still hovering over the face of Red.
John understood Dean's need to do this, but the father in him didn't want Dean to hurt himself anymore. He looked bad from where he was standing.
"Dean." They turned to see Sam standing there, arms crossed, eyes narrowed in a desperate attempt to mask the concern pouring of him.
"Please dad." Dean asked, grinning as John let McFinnigan go and pushed him towards Dean.
As he walked past his son he lent in and whispered in his ear. "The second this goes bad…"
Dean waved him off, "I have a face to rearrange." Then he jumped forwards, running off adrenaline, forgetting the injuries that plagued his tired body.
McFinnigan instantly regained his bad ass attitude, looking dangerously at Dean.
The dropped into defensive stances, waiting to see what the other did. Red fainted to one side only to have a roundhouse kick land squarely on his side.
He growled, lunging in with a few heavy punches, Dean blocked, ducking under a kick that came for his head.
Red landing a punch to Dean's stomach, as Dean grabbed his head and used the bowed position Red was forced into to knee his face and throw his backwards.
A few cheers rang out through the ring as Red sat up, a foot swinging to his head causing him to go back down. He jumped up, grabbing Dean's foot as it came again and throwing two neat punches to Dean's chest.
Dean stumbled back and John stood up sharply, trying to stop Sam from running out to his brother.
A forceful kick to the chest and Dean was lying on the floor, more cheers. He rolled backwards and pushed himself off the ground using the extra force to back him as he tackled his opponent to the floor.
He pushed Red's head to the ground, and grinned as his opponents eyes flickered closed as unconscious claimed the older man.
Then there was silence as Dean stood up, the first one to ever win against McFinnigan.
He swayed a little, stumbling to the side.
John jumped up, embracing his eldest in a gentle hug wary of the many wounds that his son supported.
"Are you ok?" He asked as Sam hugged his brother.
Dean nodded. "I'm better than ok."
Then the world flickered slightly, his eyes narrowed, trying to bring it back into focus.
Something dripped past his lips and onto his chin. He raised a finger and stared at the sticky red substance that stuck to his skin.
"Oh, not good."
Then the world went black, and he crumbled to the floor.
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Thanks for your continued support! It means the world to me.
I have one question for you though, should I leave this story as it is, with a few extra chapters (tie up a few loose ends), or should I include the next 'hunt' or should I write a sequel?
Its all up to you guys! Hope ya liked the chapter. I tried to write a better fight scene, I was watching action movies to get a feel for them…I don't think it worked, but hey.
Keep Smilin' ;)