Johnny Angel Ch. 26

Disclaimer: See chapter one. Oh, and I also do not own the characters of Jerry Panowski or Frank Gutierrez. They belong to Alex Irvine and are mentioned in his book, John Winchester's Journal

Previously: Leaning back in the sedan which he had discretely parked across from the motel after the Winchester brothers and Bobby Singer had checked in, the burly man inside kept a watch on the motel as he waited for his partner to join him. Soon, things would be made right once again.

Glancing at his watch as the sun broke over the eastern horizon early the next morning, Jerry Panowski turned his attention toward the sliding glass doors of the Hampton Inn. Knowing Bobby Singer and the Winchesters as he did, he figured they would want to be back on the road as soon as possible, either in search of breakfast and a strong cup of coffee, or whatever the hell their latest destination was.

Scrubbing a calloused hand across his hair bestubbled jaw, he wondered where Frank Gutierrez was. The hunter should have met him by now and he seriously was beginning to wonder if the man was abandoning him on this latest hunt. He knew the man liked John Winchester, hell, he did too. The man was a legend amongst hunters, but that didn't mean his hellfire spawn had the right to defy the laws of natural order. Every hunter alive knew about Sam Winchester and how it was rumored that the kid had literally been to Hell and back and that was a situation he was determined to rectify.

Tugging a hand through his hair, he recalled the day he met John Winchester. The hunter had shown up on his doorstep in Kittanning, Pennsylvania after one of his children had been targeted by a poltergeist after having played on a playground that had been built over an old cemetery. After talking to the hunter extensively, he had learned that the things he had suspected all along were true, that the supernatural did exist! Afterwards, it didn't take long for him to become a hunter himself. Sure, it had cost him the family he loved and adored, but in the end the price he paid was worth it because he was protecting them from all things evil in this world.

Thinking about John, Jerry knew he owed it to the deceased hunter to keep Dean safe from his nefarious younger brother. Dean had always been blind about things when it came to Sam and refused to believe the kid had a sinister bone in his body. Of course he also knew that Dean was protective of said evil brother and would fight him tooth and nail when it came time for the youngest Winchester to die, but he would make the elder boy see that Sam was indeed evil. How else could he have escaped from the fiery pits of hell? "I promise you John, I'll make him understand," Jerry voiced aloud as he rested his hand on the steering wheel of the blue colored Sedan.

"Make who understand what?" Frank Gutierrez asked as he climbed into the old automobile causing the other hunter to jump.

"Damn it, Frank, let me know you're there the next time," Jerry swore as he tried to calm his racing heart, while at the same time cursing himself for having been caught unaware.

"Sorry man, I didn't realize you were such a pansy," Frank smirked as he eased himself down into the shotgun position of the car.

"Piss off," Jerry groused as he glared at the other man. If there was one thing he disliked about Frank, it was his acidic tongue.

Ignoring the jibe, Frank threw his arm across the back of the seat and stared at the other hunter. "So, you were saying?"

"It was nothing, I was just voicing my thoughts aloud about making Dean understand the reason we're going to kill his little brother," Jerry stated, reaching into the back of his blue jeans to finger the revolver that rested there in the hem of his jeans.

"You do know that Dean isn't the only one were going to have to deal with right? From what I understand that little bastard has drawn Bobby Singer under his spell too," Frank grumbled as he turned his attention to the sliding glass doors of the hotel and the three men exiting the place. "Well that should make things a whole lot easier, baby Winchester is in a wheelchair," he chortled in surprise with a smug grin as he watched Bobby scope the place.

"Don't go underestimating the kid Frank. He was raised by John Winchester and that means he'll be one tough SOB," Jerry said as he glanced at the other hunter.

"Don't you go worrying about me, I'll be ready when the time comes," Frank grumbled, his eyes glinting as he glared at the small group of hunters who were now climbing into the classic Impala that was John's pride and joy when he was still alive.

"S'good, because our best chance is probably going to be taking them out while they're still on the road. We don't want them reaching Singer's place with the arsenal the old coot has hidden away. That damn salvage yard of his is like a fortress," Jerry stated as he reached over and turned the key to start the engine so that he could follow the Winchesters at a discreet pace.

"You've got that right," Frank replied as he glanced into the back seat of the car looking for something. "You bring that rifle I asked about?"

"Sure did," Jerry answered, pulling into the lane of traffic with a smile as he thought about the Bolt Action Centerfire Remington that he had brought along from his own personal collection. The rifle had the best accuracy as far as he was concerned and accuracy would definitely be needed on this job. "Just pull the top part of the backseat forward. It's tucked into a hidden compartment beneath the seat lining."

"Cool," Frank stated with glee as he leaned over the front seat to do as told. He couldn't wait to get the rifle in his hands. Stroking a polished rifle almost compared to stroking a beautiful woman as far as he was concerned

~~Supernatural~~

Exiting the motel early the next morning, Bobby yawned and stretched while he surreptitiously surveyed the surrounding area as Dean followed behind him pushing Sam in the wheelchair. He had a weird feeling that something was off this morning, but he just couldn't put his finger on it. For some reason, the hair on the back of his neck was standing on end and he knew it usually signified that danger was near and he would be damned if he let anything happen to his boys while he was on the job.

Taking note of an innocuous blue sedan sitting just across the road as he surveyed the area, he couldn't tell if anyone was in it, but he felt like the vehicle was somehow familiar to him, that he might have seen it somewhere before. But then again, maybe he was being overly paranoid. After all, there was probably hundred of blue sedans on the road just like that one. Putting the vehicle to memory, he lead the boys over to the Impala and then waited for Sam to transfer himself from the wheelchair to the car before climbing in himself.

Biting his tongue to keep from asking Sam if he needed help getting into the car, Dean breathed a sigh of relief once Sam was safely ensconced in the backseat and then folded up the wheelchair so he could place it in the trunk of the Impala. It was all he could do a few moments ago not to grab his brother and safely put him into the car when Sam had nearly fallen to the pavement before catching himself on shaky arms, but he didn't want to upset his independent little brother any more than he had already the previous evening by trying to help too much. He knew how much it grated on Sam's nerves to require help, so he was determined to let Sam do whatever he could on his own, even if it drove him insane with worry.

Wiping those thoughts from his mind as he climbed into the Impala, he turned to check on his brother once more before firing up the engine. "So, any place special you or Bobby want to stop for breakfast this morning?"

"Dean, you just had scrambled eggs and sausage at the continental breakfast served this morning by the hotel not to mention a waffle also," Sam voiced incredulously as he stared at his brother in disbelief.

"That was just an appetizer Dude," Dean retorted as he patted his chiseled abs. "I'm a growing boy."

"Yeah, a boy who is growing outwards instead of upwards," Bobby guffawed, gracing Sam with a wink as he glanced into the backseat at the youngest Winchester.

"Watch it old man," Dean growled with a twinkle in his eyes before backing out of the parking space and pulling out onto the road. He wanted to get in as many miles as possible before stopping today. If he played his cards right and stopped at a couple of rest stops along the way for Sammy to stretch, they could at least make it to halfway mark of their destination which was Singer Salvage Yard.

"Old my ass. I'll have you know I could still whip your scrawny butt with one hand tied behind my back," Bobby responded automatically much to the delight of Sam who was giggling in the backseat at the antics of the two prideful hunters up front.

"Bring it on you old geezer," Dean taunted, enjoying the sound of his brother's laughter.

"Maybe another day," Bobby replied, his attention now drawn to that blue sedan which had pulled into traffic a few lanes behind them.

"Hey Dean…"

"Yeah, I see them," Dean voiced, cutting off the older hunter to let him know that he also had noticed they were being followed.

"What, what is it?" Sam asked with concern as he glanced from his brother to Bobby and then back again.

"I think we've picked up a shadow," Dean answered as he glanced into the side view mirror once again.

"What do you wanna do?" Bobby questioned, as he reached down to the ankle holster he always wore and pulled a small revolver from the sheath.

"I'm going to make a turn up here and see if the car follows," Dean answered, just to be sure that they were indeed pursued. Slowing down to make the turn, he held his breath as he drove on, keeping watch on the other car, silently praying that they were wrong.

"Son of a bitch," Bobby stated, watching as the blue sedan did indeed make the turn a few moments after they did. "Guess we better…." Bobby never got to finish what he was saying as the sound of a shot rang out and the car he was riding in began to swerve wildly.

"Hang on," Dean shouted anxiously as he fought the wheel, desperately trying to keep the car from careening off the side of the road and into the deep gully below which at this point was looking more and more futile as the car slid precariously close to the overhang.

TBC I hope to have the next chapter of Broken Promises up by the weekend, but it will depend on the results of my brother's tests tomorrow.