Summary: What happens when something more human threatens the boys?

Disclaimer: Don't own 'em still, so please don't sue me!

AN: Thanks for all of those nice reviews y'all left me! I almost didn't want to get this chapter out because I just had my English final today and I'm a little written out right now, but I thought I'd give y'all a treat before I went on vacation for a week.So, here it is!

Previous Chapter

"Yes, my brother. You know, the man you shot?" Dean said before ramming the tip of his elbow into the man's sensitive nose.

Tyler stumbled back from the force of the blow, hands clutching his now broken nose, before Dean entered the room.

The fight was on.

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Chapter 6

Michael and Danny quickly stood upon seeing their brother stumble back from the front door, clutching his nose which was gushing crimson blood all over his face and hands.

And that's when Dean walked in.

The men almost immediately recognized the kid from the news report they had been talking about just thirty minutes previous. Holy shit.

"Boy, do you know what ya' just got yourself into?" Michael asked, sensing the anger radiating off the other man, before movement to his left stopped his own actions.

Danny had taken it upon himself to 'deal' with the newfound situation by grabbing a beer bottle off the coffee table and launching it at Dean.

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Dean walked over the threshold of the tiny shack, stepping idly over the man on the floor, where he was met with the two other men he had been eager to meet. Round one.

"Boy, do you know what ya' just got yourself into?" he heard one of the men say. Why, yes, I do. But I seriously doubt that you could say the same.

Dean noticed the other man slowly turn around, back facing Dean, before bending over and reaching for something on the small table in the center of the room.

Realizing the other man was extending his arm towards a half-empty beer bottle, Dean readied himself for the man's next moves.

Just as he had expected, the beer bottle came soaring through the air, smashing into the wall behind him. Sadly enough for the other two, it was about four feet from being anywhere near coming in contact with Dean.

Is that the best you got?

No sooner had the thought crossed his mind before the man who had 'attempted' to hit him with a beer bottle came barreling towards him.

Before the other man could commence any type of plan he might have concocted in that split second of 'thinking,' Dean grasped him by his lower arm, spinning him around in the process so his back was now facing Dean yet again.

Twisting the man's arm slightly up more, the man emitted a deep grunt of pain.

This seemed to spur the actions of the man who still had yet to move from his spot by the recliner.

Michael charged across the room with rage in his eyes, now realizing that this threat was injuring his brothers and partners in crime.

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Dean had just enough time to figure out Michael's plans before they were able to be put into action. Using his other hand, he grabbed the man he was holding and shoved him down to the floor next to Tyler who was still sitting there in a dazed type of shock.

Turning to face Michael, Dean snapped into a fighting stance, awaiting the attack.

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Michael saw the other man's action as he unceremoniously tossed his brother onto the floor next to Tyler.

Advancing on Dean he sent a powerful punch in the direction of his opponent's jaw.

But, being Dean, it had missed.

Dean ducked swifly as to avoid being hit, crouching down low and sliding his leg out to trip the other man.

Michael fell back with a resounding bang as he impacted with the harsh floor.

Dean sprang back up into a standing position as he watched the other man awkwardly rise as well.

When Michael had risen to full height, he gathered all his strength and ran forward, tackling Dean.

Dean saw the action too late. Now on the defensive side of the fight for the first time, he was bombarded with incoming hits.

Dean raised has arms to block his head, trying to push the man off of him with his legs. Yet the man was unyielding.

Using one last spurt of energy, Dean shoved the heel of his hand into the man's lower jaw, sending him reeling back and up off of Dean.

As Dean hurried to recover, he quickly sat up and assessed the situation.

There was Michael, crouching not two feet away from him with what appeared to be tears forming in his eyes, and then Danny and Tyler, the two sitting in the corner grasping different injured body parts.

Getting to his feet Dean was surprised to see Tyler, who still had blood flowing freely from his broken nose, scrambling to get up as well. Look who's stepping up to the plate.

Tyler was now fully on his feet, with what seemed to be a sly grin on his face.

And that's when Dean saw the knife now grasped in the man's right hand.

It looked as if it was a tiny pocket knife, no more than two inches in length, but that was enough.

Now Dean decided he was the one who'd take action. He couldn't just sit and wait for the attack to come, slowly moving his feet towards his assailant, ready for the strike he knew was to come.

Tyler raised the knife to chest level, looking strangely down at it, then to Dean, repeating the process for a good thirty seconds.

Okay, this guy's officially creeping me out. How jacked up on drugs are these people?

Deciding it was a good as time as any to strike, Dean took the final steps to where Tyler was standing before reeling his arm back and delivering a swift knock-out punch to the left-side of Tyler's face.

Dean watched Tyler drop the knife and sink towards the ground, eyes closed.

Glancing around the room to see if one of the other two men were willing to start up their little battle again, Dean determinded it was time to leave. For good.

Proceeding back to his car, and Sammy, Dean took one last glimpse of the shack. God I'm glad I don't live here, he thought before entering the black car where Sam was waiting anxiously for his return.

"Okay, time to leave this place. Let's hit the road, Jack," Dean said as an explanation to Sam's questioning glare.

Starting up the engine and shifting gears, Dean pulled out of the wooded area and made his way towards the main road. And a much needed new adventure.

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AN: Okay, one more chapter to go I believe. Maybe two. I really don't know right now, I like living life on the edge like that.

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