"HEY! What's happening? Where are you?" Dean yelled into his phone, hearing Becca's scream. He and Sam were outside by the impala, about to get in. Sam had just poured a bottle of water over Dean's head, cleaning out the wound Deirdra had given him, when his phone had begun ringing.
In response to his questions, however, all he heard was distant cries and crashes. He shut the phone with a snap and looked at his brother.
"Sam, they're in trouble, we have to go." And with that, Dean climbed into the impala and waited for his brother to join him.
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Andrew pulled the knife out of his chest, the blade steaming. "Silver. Clever." He examined the weapon briefly before hurling it at Chase.
Chase, for her part, had been trying to work up the strength to get up. The wound in her arm was still bleeding profusely, the wind had been knocked out of her, and the only thing she could think was that it was just dandy the knife she'd used hadn't so much as slowed Andrew down. She ducked as the knife was thrown at her, the tip of the blade missing her by inches. She rolled under the truck, trying to put it between herself and the werewolf.
Her arm stung as dirt and grime got inside, and her eyes blurred slightly from tears of pain.
"Don't be difficult, Amanda, or Chase, or whoever you are. I won't make it hurt……much."
Chase wished and wished and wished she had a gun. Hell, even another knife might work right now. But she didn't, so she went with what she had at the moment: working legs. She rolled under the truck to the other side and stood up, facing Andrew.
"You want me, Andrew? Fine, come and get me." She turned and dashed into the trees, trying to draw him away from Anna and Becca. She knew she couldn't outrun him, but that didn't really matter, as long as he was away from everyone else.
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Becca slowly stood up, the wind having been knocked out of her from the kick Nicholai had given her.
"I'm not that little!" She told him, replying to the comment he had made earlier. She gasped as something went through her and she saw Nicholai get thrown against a tree like a rag doll. She stumbled, feeling a wave of dizziness, and placed a hand to her head. She touched the side of her head and found she was still bleeding, which wasn't a good sign. But Becca shook it off as Nicholai climbed to his feet.
"Ready for round two?" She asked, as he growled and started walking towards her again.