Hey everyone... Im so sorry I wasnt able to take out time to write, but my exams are on. So thats why this chapter's kinda short too... And might not be as funny as it could, but I tried. Hope you like it!

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Chapter 7... Did You Know You Have A Blonde On Your Back?

As they both ran outside, Sam quickly noticed the man turn left at the front side street, but they were still far behind him, and so Sam started speeding up. But as he was, he quickly looked behind to check on Dean, only to see Dean standing near a meter pole and holding his right ankle. Sam looked confused, and shocked at why Dean wasn't running and said, "What the hell Dean? He's getting away!" Dean gave him his big eyes and said, "I sprained an ankle damnit! And it hurts like hell too!" As Sam started running back, thinking of why god was playing tricks on him, he looked at Dean, and said, "You sprained an ankle. You just couldn't have picked a better time, could you?"

Dean snorted and said, "For your information genius, I don't pick times for these things." Sam just squinted in anger and said, "Let me look at that." As Sam grabbed Dean's ankle, Dean yelped in pain, "Ow ow ow! Ow ow! Ow ow ow!" Sam quickly retracted his hand backwards, rolled his eyes and said, "You've been hit by salt guns, real guns, and shit much worse, and this hurts too badly? Aren't you being a little over dramatic?" Dean put his foot down, and flicked Sam on the head and said, "You don't know what its like. And everyone knows you're the drama queen out of us two, so isn't it fair to let me be a little dramatic sometimes?"

"Ok, so we could still catch him, can you run now?" Asked Sam, knowing the answer. "How inconsiderate Sam! God! I guess there's only one thing that can be done..."

2 Minutes Later …

"You owe me big time Dean," said Sam, panting as Dean tried to steady on his back. "Yeah yeah, we'll talk about it later." As Sam reached another crossover, he told Dean, "I think we should go left." To which Dean replied, "Nope, I think we should go right." Sam dropped Dean, who fell to the floor with a hard thud. As he did, he kicked Sam in the knee and said, "What the hell was that for?" All this had attracted quite a lot of people, who were wondering what the hell that tall man was doing running around with a blonde on his back. Sam glared at Dean and said, "So now you're ankles just fine!" Dean smiled, and Sam swore it was the same smile he had as a dude, and said, "Yeah, I dunno how it happened. It's a transgender miracle…" Sam rolled his eyes and said, "We've probably lost him. Get up now will you?"

Dean got up and said, "We can't lose hope just like that, haven't I taught you anything?" Sam nodded and said, "Yeah, you taught me how to pick up women at bars, but you sure as hell didn't teach me never to give up." Dean sighed and said, "Jeez Sammy, your always so stressed. You really need to pop an aspirin once in a while… Anyway, we're going right." Sam shook his head and said, "How exactly do you know we have to go right?" Dean shrugged and said, "Oh I dunno, woman's intuition?"

15 Minutes Later…

"Don't worry Sam, we're gonna find him."

1 Hour Later…

"He has to be here somewhere."

3 Hours Later…

"Ok, I think we're not gonna be finding him tonight."

Sam, tired from driving and running around town, looking for one out of a hundred thousand people, clearly pissed, said, "Oh you think? I think we established we weren't going to find him when you said, 'I think we should stop for dinner.' "

Well thats all for now, sorry I couldnt write more about the demon and the witch, next time I will! Hope you liked it... Please review...