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*Not the last chapter. Sorry it came so late, and that it's so short. *

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Roman took no time in retrieving the zip ties he kept stashed in all of his cars, (just in times like this) and started tying up Sam. He kicked the un-conscience kid onto his stomach, kneeled down, grabbed both of Sam's wrists, pulled them tight behind his back, and put a zip tie tight around them. He noticed Sam was starting to stir, so he went to work on his ankles. Just as he was finishing, Sam started to squirm and wake up. Roman whose hair and clothes were disheveled, sat back, and was keeping an eye on the young man.

"Wha…?" Sam tried to open his eyes. He has a bad migraine, and could tell he was in a moving vehicle. He tried to move his wrists, but found they were secured behind his back. The events of what just happened caught up to him, and he started to struggle, but a heavy boot came down on his back making him gasp.

"Don't struggle, you're not escaping."

Sam tried to look up and threw his bangs at the person speaking, but he knew it was Roman.

"It's over. If my brother can hunt you down once, what makes you think he won't do it twice?"

The boot came harder down on his back making him close his eyes and groan in pain.

"Because, this time when we get settled, I'm sending him one of your ears, with a note saying that if he doesn't back off, he gets the rest of you piece by piece. This is not deterring me from my plan."

Sam tried to look up at his threw his bangs again, but the boot was heavy on his back, making him not want to move a muscle.

"Besides. Your brother isn't coming this time. We got away."

Shots rang out and the car swerved violently to the right. Sam smiled after he heard the sweet sound of the impala's engine roaring close behind him. With a smirk, Sam looked up at Roman threw his hair. "You were saying?"

Roman snarled in rage. He took his heavy foot off of Sam's back, and went to the very back of the car to try and see what the hell was happening. Sure enough, the impala was right on their tale. And he saw Dean wielding a gun.

~*SPN*~

All Dean had to do was shoot out the back tires. He almost had the first one, but Bobby hit a pot hole, which sent the shot wide. He tried again, and this time he did manage to deflate one of the tires! He was not losing his brother when he was so close. He took aim, fired, and managed to hit and deflate the second back tire!

It didn't take long for the president's car to start swerving, and much to Dean's dismay, go up on a curb and squeal to a halt. As long as the car didn't completely crash into something solid, then Dean would have to just go with it. Unfortunately, he did not think past this point. How was he going to get Sam away from the other lunatics in the car? He would have to play it by ear and hope it works out. Sam's life was on the line.

~*SPN*~

Roman was not pleased when the driver had no other choice but to stop the car up on the curve. He ran his hands threw his hair, and angrily looked over at his associate.

"You! Go kill him!"

The other leviathan in the car nodded, and wasted no time in getting out of the car.

Both Dean and Bobby saw the huge leviathan who has been seen escorting Sam around everywhere he went get out of the car. Dean was making sure his guns were loaded, and he had more than enough weapons on his body.

"Ok son what's the plan?"

Without taking his eyes off of the threat heading his way, he responded, "I'm almost positive Dick and Sam are still in the car. I'm going to kill this son of a bitch, and I want you to chase after them if they try and go anywhere, which is highly unlikely, but just in case he tries to make a run for it, chase them, and save Sam, by any means necessary." Dean just finished loading his last gun, and looked at Bobby. "I'm serious Bobby, don't let them out of your sight, and make sure at the end of the day, that Sam is safe. You got it?"

Bobby sighed and nodded. He knew it arguing with Dean was like arguing with a brick wall. Especially when it came to the safety of his brother.

"Got it."

Dean nodded and looked out towards his enemy, who has stopped walking, and is just looking at him. Dean knew what this was. A challenge. And once this challenge was taken down, he only had one more obstacle to go before his brother was safe with him. Where he should be.

~*SPN*~

Dean grabbed the machete from the backseat, and got out of the impala. He made sure to square off his shoulders, and mad sure to show off as much dominance as humanly possible. His facial expressions could kill you with one look if he wanted to, and right now he was using everything he had to offer in order to defeat this guy.

When Dean was close enough, he raised his machete,and a predatory grin came over his face. He has been waiting months to kill this sorry excuse for a monster, and now he was going to enjoy it.

"Ready to die asshole?"

The leviathan smiled. "I was going to ask you the same thing."

*I AM THE WORST AT WRITING FIGHT SCENES! I DID IN FACT START WRITING IT, BUT IT WILL TURN OUT LESS THEN SATISFACTORY. IF ANYONE OUT THERE IS WILLING TO WRITE THIS FIGHT SCENE FOR ME, I WILL CREDIT YOU, AND GIVE YOU A VIRTUAL HUG! IF NOT, I WILL TRY MY BEST TO WRITE IT. THANKS!*