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"Dean, Dean, Dean," The man shook his head, laughing, "you're like a dog. The kind that you leave in Kansas and follows you all the way to California."

"Hello to you too, yeddie." Dean's anger bubbled to the surface.

The man, Herne, and Sam all raised their eyebrows.

"Yeddie?"

Dean looked only slightly mollified, "Well, saying 'yellow-eyed demon' every time gets a little tiring. I'd prefer to keep my energy for more violent means. So yeddie it is, unless you'd like 'jacka'?"

The man laughed, "Ah, you are amusing! This body was Fronz, I believe."

"Fronz?" Dean sniggered, "nice one pal, and did Hansel and Gretel leave you some bread crumbs?"

'Fronz' started forward, eyes glowing extra bright, "Oh, the tough act is such a redundant one Dean! I could squash you like the bug you are."

But Herne reached out an arm to cut him off, "No! These two are mine. By the rules, I decided their fate."

Sam and Dean looked at each other with mirrored looks that suggested otherwise.

"Oh yeah, horny boy? Think again!" 'Fronz' seethed with anger and pointed at Sam, "I laid claim to that one long ago!"

Herne roared, making everyone in the clearing jump, "You Dare Defy Me! In My Own LANDS!"

Dean backed up towards Sam, muttering out of the side of his mouth, "Should I be happy that they're arguing over your soul?"

"Well, I'm hoping one kills the other. It'll be my favorite day if they both kill each other." Sam grinned weakly, "Sorry for getting into this mess."

"Heh, I'm used to it." Dean leaned against the tree, watching 'Fronz' and Herne argue heatedly. "Someone's gonna lose a head."

"YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST WALTZ IN HERE, AND ACT LIKE YOU OWN MY PEOPLE?"

"Your people?" Sam grumbled, while Dean looked on in amusement. Though he'd never admit it, Sam was glad Dean was there.

"THAT BOY IS MINE! AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME!"

"Ya know, having two guys fighting over you is kinda gay, there Sammy."

"Oh, shut up ya antiquer...Whoa!"

Herne drew his battle ax at that moment, swinging it threateningly. The boys and lesser hunters in the clearing all shivered as one as 'Fronz' ddrew on his power, slashing the king across the face.

"My money's on Fronz. That b can hurt, ya know." Dean winced at the memory.

Sam watched, and said mildly, "Nah, I don't take that bet. Herne is a god, afterall."

Sure enough, with a roar that shook the night, the hunter cleaved the demon down the middle.

"Well." Dean looked disgusted, yet grimly satisfied, "Remind me not to be on the wrong side of your bets. But hey, with the hunt here, he doesn't have anyone to possess. Magic territory and all."

"WINCHESTERS!!!" Herne boomed.

"Ho, boy."

Certain that they were going to have to fight for their lives, the Winchesters were shocked. Herne was laughing, a great roaring bark that shook lesser men to their bones.

"Whew," he said when he caught his breath, "Oh, i just love sending him back to hell! It gets me every time!"

Dean laughed nervously, "Uhh, every time? Is this a trendy thing?"

"No, no, just every few centuries. He's just a pain in the a."

Sam wasn't sure which was more shocking, the fact that Herne killed the yellow-eyed demon, or that he just said 'pain in the a'.

"Alright, so." Dean clapped his hands together, "Now that he's taken care of, we'll just be heading back to the states."

"Oh, it doesn't work that way, boy." The laughter died from the hunter's eyes, leaving behind a cold, malicious look. "Dear Samuel is still mine, one of my new hunters."

Dean brought up the shotgun and pointed at Herne. "Sorry big guy, not gonna happen."

Sam stood up, "Dean, stop, don't piss him off. Remember a certain battle ax? Herne, i'm certain we can work something out."

"Yeah, why do you want him anyway? Dude lets spiders live." Dean put the shotgun at his side, watching the ax warily.

"Oh, I think you underestimate your brother's power, Dean. Once, acclimated..."

"Hey, NO!" Dean didn't give a damn about being respectful, no one was going to make Sammy a killer. He raised the gun again, pointing it between Herne's eyes. "You'll be dead before you touch him."

"Oo, someone's got fire!" Herne watched Dean, becoming more interested. "Well, I guess we could work out a trade of some sort..."

Sam looked angry for the first time that morning, "No. That's never going to happen."

"Ah, the two of you are so fascinating. Hmm, i could just take you both. You would enjoy it, we are alike, after all. You hunt all the time."

"Yeah, well, i'd prefer not to go all Lord of the Flies, thanks much. C'mon Sam, we're leaving." Dean turned away from the clearing, back the way he came in.

Herne leaned on his ax, "You know he can't leave, right?"

Dean stopped. "Yes, he can. Sam, let's go." Sam hadn't moved. "C'mon!"

"Dean, i'm trying. Really, I am. But there's something that wouldn't let me."

"Yeah, funny thing about being a god, I can control things. When my hunt finds someone, they are mine. That's the way it always has been." Herne looked at the canopy of trees. "Welcome to the Hunt, Sam. Dean, you may leave. I have no rightful claim."

But Dean wasn't going anywhere. Instead, he whirled around and pulled the trigger on his gun. Nothing happened. He pulled it again, still nothing happened.

"Dammit!!" He looked sheepishly at Herne, "Uhh, sorry bud, no hard feelings?"

Herne looked very amused, "You are lucky, Dean, lucky that I'd prefer you alive."

Dean looked at Sam and sighed, finally realizing what he had to do, "Fine. I know what you want. Let's trade. Sam for me."