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Hunted

John Winchester is hunted by more then just demons.

Chapter four:

John didn't make it to Lawrence. The attack came before he made it out of Texas. He must really be a on to something because this time it sent three demons to take him out. Apparently it decided that since one had failed the last time this time he would send more. He made it as far as Red Bluff Texas before they found him, in fact they must have suspected where he was heading because they were waiting for him at a the first filling station after a hundred mile stretch of hot dusty highway.

John filled up the tank on his truck, checked the oil and transmission fluid then went inside to pay for the gas and find something to drink. Everything seemed normal enough when he entered but his gut told him something wasn't right and you don't survive in this business for over twenty years without learning to listen to your gut. As discreetly as possible John took stock of the situation. The clerk, a tall lanky kid in his early twenties, was behind the counter standing at the register. There were two other customers in the store as well. One of them was hanging around the hall that led to the back rooms. He was about John's size and height. The other a big burly guy was standing at the newspaper rack close to the front door.

All of John's years of training and experience were screaming at him that he had just unwittingly walked into a trap. With no indication that he suspected what was about to happen he walked over to the coolers at the back of the store and grabbed a large bottle of beer. He was armed in fact he had two guns, one strapped to his right ankle and another at his waist. He also carried four knifes in various places on his person. The problem was if he was correct these people were all human's possessed by demons. He would only kill them as a last resort. He decided to test his theory.

"Sure is hot out there today," he said to the one closest to him." The man only nodded and glanced at the thug standing by the front doors who nodded at him. John continued speaking as though he hadn't seen the signal, "Any of you guys know who Cresto is." The man's eyes went from normal light brown eyes to solid black eyes. "I guess not," John muttered and without warning struck the man in the head with the beer bottle sending him careening head first into the shelves on the opposite side of the isle.

Seeing movement in the reflection of the door of the coolers John ducked and spun around. He sensed rather then felt the fist that sailed over his head as he sunk below the burly mans hook punch. Rising up from his crouch he struck the man on the chin with an uppercut that had the full force of his body and momentum behind it. Dean would have been so proud of him for that shot. It knocked the man out cold and laid him flat on the floor.

However, before John could do anything else the first man he took down grabbed him from behind in a bear hug. Not wanting the man to get away from him once he took action against him John grabbed the man by his wrists that were across his chest. Then with as much force as he cold muster using his right foot he stomped his Justin ropers down the mans shin to the top of his foot. He felt more then heard the bones break and as the man loosened his grip John let go with his left hand and twisted so that he was standing on the mans right side. A quick side kick to the knee put the man on the ground and a follow up with his elbow to the back of his neck put him down for the count.

John didn't get time to congratulate himself though because something very hard hit him in the side of his head and sent him sprawling into the cooler door. The glass door shattered under the impact of his body and as he slid to the floor trying to shake the cobwebs from his head cans and bottles crashed down on top of him.

"You ain't so tough!" the clerk said looking down on him and waving the baseball bat he'd used to smack John in the head. John grabbed an unbroken beer bottle and threw it with as much force as he could muster he threw it at the clerks face. Trying to avoid the well thrown bottle the man took two quick steps back and tripped over his fallen partner. His head impacted the side of the shelving unit next to him with sickening force and the young man fell into unconsciousness.

Slowly John got to his feet. He walked to the front door turned the lock and put up the closed sign. Then with duct tape confiscated from the stores shelves he tied up all three men and pulled them into the back room. Only when he was done did he take the time to wipe the blood and beer from his face.

That's when John's cell phone started to ring. He pulled it out and looked at it. The darn thing had taken a beating in the fight. It was damaged, but the display was still working. It was Sammy. John didn't even have to think about whether or not he should answer it because before he could the darn thing sent a slight shock into his hand and went dead.

John spent the next thirty minutes performing a group exorcism that he didn't even know was possible. He had meant to do three but as the ritual progressed he realized it was having an effect on all three of the men. The ritual complete he untied the men, apologized for their injuries and left without another word.

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