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Dean eyes were starting to close more often, not that it was that surprising. it was past ten o'clock at night. Sam was hopefully going to stop soon, if not he was going to have to sleep in the car, which while he would do if he had to wasn't exactly preferable. Dean jerked awake as he felt a drastic change in sped. He looked as he saw that they were pulling off the freeway again, He thought that they were finally stopping for the night when they leveled out, and he saw that while there was buildings there none of them looked like they were motels.

"Sam?" Dean asked confused. Sam turned to him for a moment before turning back to the road.

"We're going to do target practice." he said simply.

"At night?" he asked incredulously and bit annoyed.

"Demon won't always come in the day." Sam said simply. Dean shrugged, he guessed that he got that, still he was a little tired to be really excited about doing this right now. He reached into the back seat of the car and brought out a coke. A little caffeine might spruce him up a bit. In a few minutes they left behind the small amount of buildings in the area and Dean caught sight of some trees in the distance.

That seemed to be where they were going, because Sam pulled off on the one of the side roads that lead into the trees. About 5 minutes later Sam pulled the car over. This was the fourth time they were going shooting, although last time Sam had added in a little hand to hand combat. While he was pretty good at shooting guns he wasn't as good at hand to hand combat.

"I think we're far enough now." Sam said and left the car. Dean nodded to himself and got out of the car as well grunting as he did so. Sam had nailed him a several times the last time they had spared and a few of them had left bruises.

Dean turned around expecting to see Sam looking through the trunk, but he wasn't he was starring off at the line of trees. Dean took a deep breath in, his lungs filling with the clean mountain air. He looked up at the half moon filling the sky with limited light. This place was kind of relaxing. Dean jumped when the trunk opened, and chided himself for not being more attentive. Sam set up up two bottles since it was all they had drunk in the last few days since their last shooting excursion. Dean took out his gun, it was a little harder to see in the limited light. He fired off two shots and shattered the two bottles. He looked to Sam who wasn't even looking at him, but was instead looking around the forest slowly, he had a bad feeling about the way he was looking around.

"Sam...Sam is something wrong?"

"We have to go." Sam suddenly said and made his way to the car, leaving the table where it was. Dean wanted to know why but he could see that Sam was spooked. Whether it was Sam's paranoia or something real he seemed anxious. Dean picked up his speed to a run since he was behind Sam, who had taken off at an impressive speed for still walking. Sam turned the car around and headed back the way they came.

"Sam we haven't seen them in awhile, and we haven't seen anyone follow us."

"They're demons, they aren't limited to human ways of finding people." Sam said tensely. They pulled onto the main road when suddenly they saw someone in the headlights.

"Stop!" Dean screamed and Sam slammed on the brakes. Dean head nearly hit the dashboard since he hadn't put on his seat belt yet. He forgot about that almost immediately though as he exited the car.

"Dean?! What are you doing?! Get back here?!" Dean absent heard Sam scream but his attention wasn't on him, it was on the person in the road a person who was very very familiar.

Dean had had a lot of bad foster homes over the years, but he has some good ones too. He was always the kid who everyone said poor little thing, his whole family died in a family when he was 4, but that never made anyone want to keep for more then a few months. When he was 9 he was fostered by a lovely woman who he could tell cared for him and he thought she probably would have adopted him, except her husband hadn't liked him. There she was standing in front of him she had more gray hairs then she had had back then but he could still tell that it was her.

"Mrs. College?" he asked softly.

"Dean." Sam said. Dean ignored him and continued stepping towards her.

"Dean!" Sam said again louder and this time actually psychically stopped him. Dean turned around to look at Sam angrily.

"She's a demon!" Dean looked towards her again and saw her eyes were black. He found suddenly he could move again, but the urge to go towards her was lost and suddenly he wanted to go back to Sam, Sam would protect him. He hurried and made his way back toward Sam who was staring at Mrs. College with concentration. He started speaking, saying words similar or maybe even the same to the words he said when he had exorcised that demon. Apparently it was the same words because the demon started coughing up black smoke like the others had, Mrs. College started falling Dean ran towards her but he was too late and she fell right onto the road. Dean ran the rest of the way and cradled her frailer then he remembered body against his. He could feel her breathing, that had to be good right? He pulled out his cell phone and dialed 911.

"911 What is the nature of your emergency?"

"I found a woman in the middle of the street and she looks like she need medical attention."

"Okay sir where are you?"

"Um." Dean looked for street signs and spotted some a little ways away.

"Garnet and Catherine street."

"Okay sir the medical team should be there soon." Dean's cell phone suddenly crackled and died. He took away from his ear and saw that the call had ended and there was no bars anymore.

"What is it?" Sam asked taking his expression.

"The call broke off and there's no signal anymore." Sam took that in and his eyes darted around the area but Dean didn't notice all his attention was on Mrs. College.

"Who is she? Why is so special to you?" Dean didn't stop staring at Mrs. College but answered.

"I will never forget Mom but this...she was the closest thing I ever had after her to a parent." Sam closed the distance, he bent down and started touching her.

"What are you doing?!" Dean cried, concerned.

"I'm know what I'm doing?" Sam said without looking at him still looking her over.

"Okay then tell me."

"I'm checking for injuries. In a town like this it could take awhile for medics to get here, I'm just checking her over to see how bad her injuries are."

"Well how bad are they?" he hated that Sam knew and he didn't, he was going to figure it out though he promised himself that in this moment he was going to figure it out.

"She's has a broken rib, a broken leg, and a couple of fractures, it's looks like the demon put her through the ringer, all in all it's a good thing she's unconscious or she would be in a lot of pain at the moment but she'll live... We have to go." he said suddenly and got up from the ground.

"What no!" Sam bit his lip, one of the few signs of weakness that Sam let show.

"As soon as we hear the siren we have to go." he amended.

"I'm not leaving her." Dean said, she had been so kind of him.

"Well I can't stay, so your going to have to make a choice, stay with her even though you know the medics can take care of her or have me leave without you, she is obviously a trap and I don't know if I'll ever be able to come back for you...but it's your choice." Sam added somewhat reluctantly. Dean looked down at Mrs. College, she had always been so good to him, he couldn't just leave her in the middle of the street. However he knew that Sam was right too, his closest parental figure didn't just show up in the middle of their target practice with a demon inside of them for no reason. Besides no matter how screwed up his and Sam's relationship was, Sam was his brother and he didn't want to leave him, not if there was half a chance that he would never see him again, he ran his finger lightly through her hair, but nodded.

"Okay when we hear the siren, we'll go."

"Wrong answer." He heard and he stood up turned around and saw Sam was looking at the new comer with rage in his eyes. He always seemed so stony, so impassive, he had never seen him so angry before. He looked over at the new comer and saw nothing apparent that would make Sam feel that way. She was a girl a young blond with long flowing hair, she was young probably around Sam's age. He looked between Sam and the girl again.

"Hello Ruby." Sam snarled.

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