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Hunted
John Winchester is hunted by more then just demons.
Chapter Twenty Three
It was well after dark and for the second day in a row John was slowly cruising down the old Highway 101 feeder road that was supposed to be the hunting grounds for the Bandage Man. The road was all twists and turns. He could imagine it would be a scary drive at anything over thirty miles an hour. Even that slow some of the turns would be dangerous.
Coming out of one of those hairpin turns John was thankful that he'd been driving so slowly. Parked half off, half on the road was a Black 1964 Mustang convertible. Its emergency flashers were on and the trunk was open.
John parked behind the car and got out to help. At first he thought the occupant of the car seemed to be missing, but then he heard her from the other side of the car. "Damn it!" she said as he heard something metal strike the ground. "Well, are you gonna help or just stand over there?" she told him.
John grinned and walked around to the passenger side of the car. Whatever he had been expecting it wasn't what he found when he got to there. Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined the young lady that knelt beside the car. She was shaking the fingers she had just bumped when the tire iron slipped from the lug nut as she attempted to change the flat tire on the front of the car.
As she stood up John got a better look at her. She was almost as tall as he was and if he had to guess her age he'd say it was somewhere in between the ages of his sons. John could not help but stare at her.
Her hair was jet black which helped to enhance the fact that she was wearing black lipstick and eye makeup. She was dressed in all black wearing Jeans that defined the term painted on. Her black shirt, if you could call it a shirt, was a low cut nearly exposing her ample breasts. It went down to just above her belly button which was decorated with a bright red stud. Just inside her left hip at her tiny waist was a small tattoo of a single long stem red rose. She was wearing four inch spike heeled boots which added to her already considerable height. Her hands were decorated with long black finger nails and many silver rings. Her arms had several bracelets' including a thick studded one on her left arm. A studded dog collar decorated her neck and what looked like a dozen earrings alternating in diamond and ruby studs proceeded up from the lobe to the top of each ear.
John didn't realize he was staring until she said, "Look Pops, if you're gonna help I'd really appreciate it, but if your not then please stop staring at my tits."
John blushed even though he hadn't been staring at her chest. It's just that she had surprised him and few people ever did that. "I'm sorry," he told her then held out his hand for the tire iron and said, "here, let me get that."
He bent down and began to loosen the lug nuts. He winced as sharp pains in his side reminded him that his broken ribs were far from healed.
"Come on pops it ain't that hard," she told him with a smirk.
"It's John, not pops," he told her glad his boys weren't around to hear this.
"What ever," she replied, "I'm Annie."
"You know these roads can be dangerous at night," John told her as he worked.
"Ya think?" She smirked then continued, "Since this is the road where the dreaded Bandage Man appears?"
"Bandage Man?" John asked feinting ignorance.
"Not from around here are you?"
"Nope," he replied.
"It's just an urban legend about some crazy dude in a mummy suit that attacks people and dogs and kills them."
"A mummy?" John asked, "Couldn't they come up with something more original?"
She laughed at him and he decided that despite her appearance and demeanor he liked the girl.
He had finished tightening the lug nuts and was lifting the flat tire into the trunk for her and trying not to wince as the pain increased in his ribs. Changing tires was not on the list of things you should be doing with three broken ribs.
The girl was beside him carrying the jack and tire tool. She put the jack in the car and was about to put the tire tool in with it when she suddenly stopped and gripped the tool with both hands. Her wide eyes were looking past John at something behind him, but before he could turn to see what it was something struck him hard on the side where his broken ribs already ached and sent him sprawling into the front grill of his truck.
The smell of rotting flesh assailed him as the creature pinned his back against the truck and began beating him in the body with blood soaked bandaged hands. Trying to protect his injured ribs John had little chance to fight back until to his utter surprise he saw Annie strike the creature on the side of the head with the tire iron.
"Get off him you ugly son of bitch!" she yelled at it as she struck it repeatedly. The creature turned to Annie and lumbered towards her as she backed up saying, "Oh shit." She looked over at him raised her arms and said, "A little help here John."
John was already reaching for his .45 and before it got anywhere near Annie he opened up and emptied a full clip into its rotting flesh even though he knew it wouldn't kill it. He needed a machete or better yet something he could burn it with.
Annie watched wide eyed as John emptied his gun into the thing approaching her. The bullets had no effect at all on it and she was beginning to get worried thinking maybe she'd bit off a bit more then she could chew this time. When John ran out of bullet Annie decided it was time to attack again. She raised the tire iron and stepped forward to strike the creature on the face. She got in two good shots before it grabbed the tire tool out of hand and before she could back up it took a swing that connected with the side of her head.
Seeing Annie go down John decided play time was over. He ran forward and jumped on the smelly creatures back. Then, with all of the strength he could muster John twisted the things head until he heard an audible snap. The creature swayed to one side and fell bringing them both crashing down hard on the cement.
With the wind knocked out him from the fall it took John a few seconds to gain his feet. He looked at the creature which was trying to stand, but having difficulties due to its head lying sideways on its shoulder. Glancing at Annie John saw she was unconscious on the ground several yards from the creature. He ran to the back of her car, grabbed an emergency road flare, walked up to the fumbling creature lit it and tossed it on the thing.
As the creature burned John went to check on Annie. She was just beginning to groan her way back to consciousness when John reached her. "Annie," he said, "Wake up honey." Blood soaked the side of her head and she had yet to open her eyes, but she was trying and that was a good sign. "Come on Annie, wake up," he persisted.
Her eyes fluttered open and she looked around dazedly before they closed again. "Come on Annie you can do it. Wake up sweet heart."
Her eyes were still closed but quietly she asked, "Are you coming on to me pops?" Then her eyes opened and she looked at John. "Because, you really are good looking, but you're like my dad's age and that would be just too gross."
John grinned at her, "Don't worry honey, your safe from me," he told her, "But if you ever meet my son I make no promises for him."
"You have a son?" she asked hopefully.
"Two actually," John told her and picked her up. He carried her to his truck deciding they'd have to come back for her car. "Come on let's get you to the hospital."
"No!" She said, fear plain in her voice. "I can't go to the hospital."
"Honey, you have a concussion and you're going to need stitches. In case you haven't noticed it you're bleeding profusely all over my shirt."
She struggled in his arms attempting to get away from him, but a sudden bought dizziness caused her to settle down. "Please, no hospitals. He'll find me. Can't you just put a bandage or something on it?"
"Who'll find you?" John asked.
"No one, I shouldn't have said that. Please, just no hospitals," she pleaded.
"Fine," John said, "Are you okay coming back to my motel room so I can clean and bandage it properly? I promise I won't hurt you."
"Yes, let's do that."
"Okay, are you going to be alright for a minute a need to check on the mummy thing?"
"Oh God, I forgot about it. Where is it?" she asked looking around.
"What's left of it is burning in the middle of the street." John replied and went to check on it. The creature had burned to a pile of ashes which John spread around the road before going back to the truck.
"What about my car?" Annie asked.
"We'll come back for it when you're ready. It wouldn't be safe for you to drive right now."
Annie closed her eyes as a wave of dizziness rushed her. "I think you're right Pops," she said just before she passed out again.
A/N Well, that didn't take nearly as long as I thought that it would. Of course that had a lot to do with how much fun I had writing it. In fact it practically wrote itself once I got started! Please read and review.