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Hunted

John Winchester is hunted by more then just demons.

Chapter Twenty Four

The motel was only a ten minute drive from where they'd been. John carried the unconscious girl into the room and laid her on the bed farthest from the door. The one that normally would have been his son's bed.

He got the first aid kit and a few towels and began cleaning Annie's wound. The cut was high up by her hair line and as he cleaned it John was shocked to find the black hair she was sporting was a very well made wig. He removed the wig and discovered the hair beneath it was a pale blonde almost white in its blondeness.

Annie was still unconscious when John finished his ministrations. It had taken six stitches to close the wound on her head. She was also now sporting a good size lump that would need to be iced down so John retrieved some ice from the motel's machine, made an ice pack and placed it on her head to help reduce the swelling. John removed her boots and the collar around her neck. Then he covered her with the blanket before seeing to his own needs.

Removing his shirt which was covered in Annie's blood John tossed it aside. After removing the bandage that he had wrapped around his ribs he looked in the mirror. He could see new bruising appearing where the old had nearly faded away. He'd been lucky, he knew that. Any one of the blows the creature had struck could have caused his ribs much more serious harm. If Annie hadn't distracted the thing it would have done a lot more damage.

John glanced at the girl sleeping in the other bed. She had been amazing out there tonight. He knew she'd been scared, but she didn't let her fear stop her from acting to save him. Most people would have just run away but instead she had attacked the thing. He would never forget the sight of the young girl's scared face as she bravely struck the creature with the tire tool. She reminded John a lot of his son. She certainly had his way with words!

After rewrapping his ribs John put on a new shirt then checked to be sure Annie was still asleep. He repositioned the make shift ice pack before grabbing her keys. It didn't take him long to hike back to where he'd left her car and return to the motel room. The girl was still sleeping when John returned. He checked the salt lines, removed his boots and lay down fully clothed on his bed.

John looked at Annie once more before closing his eyes. The girl was brave and scared and she needed his help. John drifted slowly off to sleep wondering what or who she was running from and the best way to help the girl.

Quiet moans woke him a few hours later. He got up and went to Annie's side. He removed the now useless ice pack and checked her injury. The swelling had gone down some, but it would help if she'd wake up long enough of to take some Tylenol. Gently he coaxed her to wake until finally her eyes fluttered open. "Welcome back," he told her.

Her eye's widened for a moment in fear then the event's of the evening returned as a wave of pain raced through her head. "I hurt," she said reaching for her head. Touching the area where she'd been struck she realized that he had already fixed her up.

"I imagine so," John said. "That was quite a blow you took. It took six stitches to close the wound."

"Only six?" she said trying to sit up. A wave of dizziness sent her back to the pillows squeezing her eyes shut in an attempt to stop the spinning. "Oh damn! Not a good idea."

John shook his head at her language. "Dizzy?"

"Um, yeah pops," she said sarcastically.

"I really wish you'd quit calling me that," he grumbled at her. "Think you can take a few pills?"

"As long as it will make this headache go away I'll do what ever you want."

John got a glass of water and the Tylenol. He sat on the edge of her bed and helped her sit up. She swallowed the pills and most of the water before lying back down.

"Annie," John asked, "What did you mean when you said 'he'll find you' who's after you."

"Nothing," she said. "It's just… someone I don't want to find me."

"Sweetheart, if you're trying to hide from someone you'll need to be a bit more inconspicuous."

"No, my daddy told me once. If you want to hide something, hide it in plain sight."

"I'm not sure he had you in mind when he told you that," John explained.

"Probably not she conceded, but its working so far. If you had met me six months ago you would not have recognized me. I'm a computer programmer not some Goth biker chick. Six months ago I hardly left my apartment in Chicago. Since then I have traveled in eleven states not staying more than a week at any one place."

"You've been running from this person for six months? Who is it?"

She closed her eyes and replied, "Someone I used to care a lot about."

"An old boyfriend?" he asked.

"Ex-fiancé." She replied sleepily. The Tylenol was finally kicking in and helping to reduce the pain in her head.

"Annie, I may be able to help you, if you'll give me some more information."

"No, he won't hurt me. He can't, I made sure," she said as she drifted off to sleep.

John woke early the next morning. Annie was still sleeping, but she was restless and John knew that she'd wake soon. He went to her car, grabbed her suitcase and overnight bag out of the trunk and brought them inside. By the time he came in she was sitting up holding her head.

"Have you got anymore of that Tylenol?" She practically groaned.

John gave them to her with a glass of water. "Annie, I've been thinking."

"Oh, now that sounds dangerous," she complained.

John grinned at her and replied, "You could probably use some help hiding from this guy right. At least so your not alone all the time."

"Um Pops, I'm not sure exactly where this is going, but we are not… we can't…"

"No," John denied, "It's nothing like that, let me finish."

"Sorry."

"I was thinking that since you've already got the look, maybe you could stay with some friends of mine."

"You have friends who dress like I do?"

"Yes, and I know they'd be willing to help you out."

"Who are they?"

"The Banditos Motorcycle Club," he told her.

"A biker gang?" she said. You want to hook me up with a biker gang?"

"Yes. I trust them and more importantly I think you'd fit right in, maybe even make a few friends."

She laughed at him, "You're crazy John, has anyone ever told you that?"

"You would be surprised. But I still think it's a good idea, unless you want me to take care of the problem for you."

She paled visibly at his words, "You can't kill him."

"Who said anything about killing him? I could just scare the hell out of him."

Shaking her head she told him, "I need a shower and then we can go get my car."

"Take your shower, but the car is outside. I got it last night while you were napping. But we could go get a bite to eat."

While Annie showered John called Samantha and spoke with her. She agreed to take Annie into their compound. Her people would protect the girl he was sure of it and he really thought Annie would like it.

When he hung up with Samantha he began his daily internet searches. His first search was always for house fires, he also searched daily for cattle mutilations and suspicious deaths. Nothing of interest popped up for his first two searches but he found another unusual death up in the small community in Nebraska that he'd been watching for the past several months.

There was something wrong up there, but he couldn't quite put his finger on the problem. He decided it was time to visit Nebraska and see if he could start putting this together.

After spending an hour trying to convince her that she should at least meet with Samantha and The Banditios Annie finally agreed to go to New Mexico. John gave her directions and phone numbers, his included. And after a promise to keep in touch with him she left on her long journey south.

He watched her drive away until she was out of sight, then got in the truck and headed to Nebraska.

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