"What the hell's wrong with you?" Seth shouted. But although he disagreed with Dean's strategy, which appeared to be actually following the buzzards, he did the exact same thing. So now they were pursuing the unknown person, somebody who probably they have never met before and who might pose threat to their lives . . . but so what? It could be fun. Fun was a thought that crossed Dean's mind. Seth in no way considered this a way to amuse himself.

Who are we actually following? wondered Seth, but fast pace prevented him from asking this question. He just knew that the person in front of them knew about them. That person – now he was sure it was only one person – tried to escape, but if there was any justice in the world, they would catch him. And they were positive it was a man. His style was fast and loud. The steps were impactful. Besides, they couldn't hear any heavy breathing so he was probably in a good shape. But so were they. The odds of catching the criminal were good.

That was the theory. In practice, they were losing. At least Seth. Thinking at the same time as he was running proved to be multitasking that he wasn't able to handle very well. Now Seth was the one who lost the sight of Dean. Actually, he never saw him after he started off his mission. Dean was fast because this was real to him. Real game. Not the practice they had when Seth was leading. Now that Dean had a goal, he turned leisure jogging into sprinting. Yet the determination did not suffice. Whoever was the person he was chasing, that guy was not an amateur.

In the end, Seth got lost. He couldn't see Dean or that secret stalker, or how to call him. The noise disappeared as well. Just the sound of the wind passing through the leaves. But he felt safe. Dean would get that guy after all, wouldn't he? Hopefully. If only Seth knew where they were. What if Dean needed help? No. He never needs help. It will all be alright.

Seth sat down. There wasn't much to do since he had no idea where he was. In the middle of the forest, that was where he was. With low chances of getting out of there.

"Dean?" Seth tried his luck and called. Of course nobody answered him. It was funny how in those moments you think about how everything could have been different because of one small, seemingly unimportant detail. Like if they didn't make Dean go away last night. Dean would stay, they'd finish their story-telling and in the morning they'd all wake up under the same roof. Seth laughed. The main reason for this, though, was probably desperation. But he wasn't weak. He didn't need those two to do something about his situation. As Dean put it, separation doesn't make them any weaker. Seth had a brain of his own. So no more sitting around, waiting for something to happen. He stood up and looked around. Which way to go? Left? South? Or right, where those steps were coming from? Wait, what steps?

"Dean?" That was the annoying thing about him; even if it was him, he wouldn't tell. Apparently it's too difficult to say, "Yeah, Seth, it's me." But Seth was brave enough to go ahead, in the way somebody was coming from. "Dean!" Seth called again, one last time, he promised himself. Seth felt a little uncomfortable, but he wouldn't run away. There was no reason to. "Roman," Seth shouted, too loud perhaps.

"Shh," Roman replied quickly.

"What's going on? Where have you been?" In an instant, Seth came to sudden realization. "Was that you? That voice that kept saying 'Follow the buzzards?'"

"Of course it was me." Roman didn't appear to be in mood for talking, though. But he was interested and therefore asked, "Did Dean believe it?"

"Well, he actually thought it was you."

"Dammit!"

"But I believe I might have convinced him it was some stalker, a fanatic obsessed with the Wyatts."

"Cool," Roman said, and smiled.

"So . . . why? And where's Dean?"

"Around, I believe. And why, you ask? You'll see why. Now I need you to do something, okay?"

"Sure. Whatever," said Seth, meaning if it's really necessary.

"Scream."

"What?"

"Just scream!" Roman commanded him. He appeared to be in hurry, and he really was. There was more planned and if Dean saw them right now, it would be all pointless. "Scream and then we'll run."

"Again?"

Roman sighed. He didn't expect there to be so much trouble with Seth's obedience. This was all in his interest too. So he better just do what he's asked to do. "Look, Seth," Roman said sort of calmly. He explained, "either you do what I tell you by yourself or I'll carry you. And . . . I guess I'll find something that'll make you scream." His tone would make any regular person frightened enough to obey. Seth still wavered though.

"I just . . . how . . . what . . . I can't scream!"

"So with a little help it is," Roman pronounced slowly while picking up a stick. He made it clear that his next intention was to poke Seth with it. He even got to start but Seth quickly changed his mind.

"Fine! I'll do it. Just give me a second." He cleared his throat but the sound wouldn't come out of his mouth. He simply wasn't used to screaming like a little girl.

Unsatisfied Roman encouraged him by violence. Not that it really hurt Seth or anything. But it was uncomfortable and demeaning. So Seth screamed as good as he could.

"Omg, Seth, not like I'm about to rape you."

Seth tried again. This time he managed to sound manlier and he made it louder, too. Roman smiled for a brief moment. Then he addressed Seth, "Now run as fast as you can because Dean cannot see us."

Seth was confused. Okay, he knew he had to run. But why? Where? How far? What the hell was going on? Seth thought Roman better had some plan because he wasn't going to run forever. Fortunately he knew Roman. He wouldn't do something crazy without having a reason. Could this be the revenge? Dammit! Seth seriously needed to stop thinking while running.

"Stop," Roman said as soon as he himself stopped running. "He's not following us."

"And that's good?" Seth wasn't sure.

"Don't know. I just hope he heard you. Screw it! I thought he'd be running after us."

"You really can't count on Dean's reactions."

Roman sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He looked behind him as if he could spot Dean. He knew he couldn't. That was good actually. Just . . . he wished to know if Dean had any idea what was going on.

"What now?" Seth wanted to know.

"Let me think about it."

"Wouldn't it be easier if we met him and all just made up?"

"No. The revenge is necessary. And it'll be fun, you'll see."

"But we don't know where he is and what he's doing. He might still be looking for you, or that freak you pretended to be."

Roman smiled. "That's alright. As long as he believes that there's somebody going after him, after all of us, it's fine. It actually doesn't matter if they already got you or not. He just needs to get scared. For real."

"You can't scare him."

"We'll see about that. After all, how would you feel if you were left alone in the middle of nowhere, with your friends probably in danger . . . I'm pretty sure that at some point he'll realize how grave the situation is."

"So now we'll just wait for him to get frightened. And then what?"

"Then we'll kidnap him," Roman avidly answered the question.