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Hunted
John Winchester is hunted by more then just demons.
Chapter Twenty Six
John left Ford City and headed to Blue Earth Minnesota. He needed to talk to Pastor Jim, get him to help find a way to do something for Marshall Hall's family. John knew it wasn't his fault the man had died, not really. He knew he could not have stopped it from happening, but he did take advantage of the man's death. He had used Marshall Hall's death for his own benefit even though he knew it wasn't necessarily right.
John stopped before dark the first night and this time he really did get drunk. Across the street from the motel he'd chosen was a roadhouse that served meals and drinks and had the added benefit of several pool tables a dance floor and two card tables. After eating a good meal John spent the remainder of the night at the pool tables winning enough money to tide him over for a while even though he had drank more then his fair share from the bar.
He woke up late the next day with a nasty hangover and after a long hot shower and several pain killers he packed his bags and stepped outside to get in the truck. The attack came from the left the moment he crossed the salt line. Something smashed powerfully into the side of his head sending him spiraling into darkness.
He knew he was in trouble even before he opened his eyes. He was gagged, his hands were tied behind his back and his feet were also bound. He suspected he was in the back of his own truck under the canopy cover. He had no idea where they were taking him but he was sure as hell not going to let them succeed. They had taken all the weapons they'd been able to find on him but John had a few that were hidden well enough that he doubted they had found them all.
Poor circulation due to the ropes around his wrists made his fingers numb and the job of getting out the small stiletto he kept hidden at the inside of his belt a difficult task. It took a frustratingly long time but finally he was able to remove the knife and make quick work of the ropes around his wrists and ankles. After removing the gag he quickly searched the back of the truck and found the weapons duffle he had when he left the hotel room. The fools had put it and his overnight bag in the back of the truck with him.
The ride in the the truck turned from relatively smooth to very rough and John suspected they were nearing their destination. He quickly dug out a pair of .45 caliber Smith and Wesson hand guns. He reached in once more and pulled out a wicked looking knife which he slipped into the empty sheath in his boot. Pocketing the guns he began carefully removing the trucks cover.
Unsnapping the vinyl cover John prepared to exit the truck bed as soon as the vehicle slowed enough for him to safely jump from it. He had no idea how many of the enemy he faced, but judging by past number he new it was going to be more then one. He also knew they had to have at least one more vehicle and all he could do was hope it was in front of the truck and not behind it. If it wasn't this could very well turn out to be a short lived escape plan.
Finally the truck began to slow. John raised the cover and sprang from the truck. They were traveling on a dirt road or driveway and he rolled away from the road heading into the high grass and brush that lined the road. He heard the truck grind to a stop on the gravel road and knew he hadn't escaped unnoticed.
The doors of the truck slammed and heard one of his captor's say, "I told you we should have drugged him when we tossed him in there."
"We couldn't," said a second voice. "You hit him too hard. It could have killed him to give him the drugs."
"So what?" replied the first voice, "These three have caused us enough trouble we should just kill him and get it over with."
"He doesn't want this one dead. He has other plans for him and if we don't get him back he is going to be angry when he gets here."
"He should have come as soon as we told him we had him."
"He's busy in Pennsylvania. He'll be here in a few days and we need to have this guy prepared for him when he gets here. He wants this one bad."
A car pulled up behind the truck and John decided it was time to go as two more people exited the vehicle. Quickly but silently he crawled further into the brush until he felt safe enough to get to his feet. Once he was on his feet it was much easier to maneuver through the brush. John wasn't trying to leave the area yet, just put some distance between him and his pursuers.
The men had fanned out to make searching easier and this suited John perfectly. They were either stupid or uniformed of John's former career in the marines. Once he felt he had a comfortable lead on the men he began to leave a trail to that they should be able to follow. He found a small ravine with a creek winding though it and left an obvious trail sliding down into it and leading downstream.
He came out of the ravine just a few feet from where he went in but left no trail this time. He circled around coming at the men from the left flank. He was taking no chances this time and while he didn't like doing it he decided he had no choice. He would have to use lethal force this time. He didn't waste time once he made the decision instead he set about ensuring his continued freedom and the safety of his children.
John caught sight of the man on the left flank and pulled the knife from the sheath in his boot. Silently he slipped up behind the man and using his left hand to cover the man's mouth and hold him still John quickly sliced the mans throat. He held the man until he quit thrashing and quietly lowered him to the ground.
He moved to the next man in the line and treated him the same way, but before he could make it to the next man they were heading down into the gully. Pulling out his gun John shot them both in the head. It was messy, but it was quick.
John cleaned up the area before he left leaving as little trace as possible for anyone who might come looking for the men he had killed. He put the all four men in the trunk. It was a tight fit, but they didn't care. He had only intended to drive the car further down the dirt road and then into the woods but upon finding a large pond he decided to push the car into it and watched as it sunk beneath the surface.
After taking a few minutes to clean himself up and change clothes John got in the truck and left the area. It didn't take him long to find a main road figure out where he was. Once he did he planned out the rout he would take. The trip to Pastor Jim's would have to wait. The demon he was hunting was somewhere Pennsylvania and he intended to find it.
A/N Again I would like to thank all my loyal readers for your wonderful comments! I apologize for taking so long to post this chapter but I had to make an unexpected trip to West Palm Beach Florida. I'll be here for a while, but I do have web access so I'll try and keep up my posts. Thanks again for taking the time to read and please review!