Johnny Angel Ch. 27

Disclaimer: See chapter one.

Author's Note: There is bit more swearing in this some swearing in this chapter. They are hunters after all.

Previously: "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 due to a blown tire.

Unconsciously holding his breath as the car fishtailed to and fro n what could be a life and death situation for the hunters, Dean concentrated on remembering the defensive driving techniques his father had taught him soon after obtaining his driver's license so that he could apply them. Years ago, he had thought his Dad was being overzealous in putting him through the training, but now, now he was thanking his lucky stars that his father had been so adamant about putting him through the course. Gripping the steering wheel tightly, he allowed his instincts to take over and forced the Impala to turn away from the crevice which it had been skidding towards.

Instantly following the shouted order to "hang on" as he had been ingrained to do through years of military-like training, Sam braced himself as best he could by placing an arm against the back of the front seat and clutching the armrest of the door he was sitting closest to. He knew it wasn't much protection, but it was the best he could do in the given circumstances. Grumbling out a few choice words as the Impala swerved wildly a few moments later, Sam fought to keep from moaning audibly as his head bounced off the car window with the sudden motion causing and instant headache to form. The last thing he needed was for Dean to focus on him instead of the road.

Cursing under his breath upon realizing that they had just become targets of the human variety, Bobby grunted in frustration knowing that the cretins chasing them were most likely some stupid assed hunters out to get Sam or possibly both of the Winchester boys and it ticked him off to no ends. Monsters, he could understand, but people…they would always be an enigma to him. Hazarding a quick glance towards the backseat to check on Sam as the car swerved violently, Bobby swore upon seeing Sam's head collide with the side window. The kid was already dealing with enough pain without having to add a concussion to the mix.

"Freaking imbeciles, I'm gonna kill 'em," Bobby grumbled to himself as he watched Sam reach up and tenderly rub the side of his head. Grasping his gun from the back hem of his jeans, Bobby was about to try and take aim to dissuade the idiots from chasing them when another shot rang out.

"Everybody get down NOW," Dean gasped, grasping the wheel and preparing to make a hard right turn onto the small dirt road he could see just up ahead. They needed what little cover they could find to put up a stand against the bastards that were trying to gun them down.

~~Supernatural~~

Sitting in the shotgun position of the sedan as it followed the Winchester vehicle, Frank Gutierrez was itching to get the action started. It had been much too long since he was drawn into the thrill of the hunt and he was itching to put his skills to use once again. Of course, he knew he should feel guilty seeing as how it was humans they were going after this time, instead of the supernatural, but then Sam Winchester couldn't exactly be considered a human now could he? He had heard too much about the kid to let it slide. The kid was going down, even if his big brother and Bobby Singer has to be sacrificed as well. Of course, he knew that Jerry wasn't too keen on taking out the others, but sometimes circumstances dictated what had to be done.

Watching as the Impala turned down a side street, Frank smiled in delight knowing that Dean had just given them the opportunity that they…no, he had been waiting for. Now would be the perfect time to execute his plan in bringing down the Winchesters, especially since traffic was now sparse. Releasing his seatbelt and leaning carefully out of the side window of the car as Jerry drove, Frank Gutierrez took aim on the big black vehicle in front of them with the prized Bolt Action Centerfire Remington. He didn't want to kill the Winchesters per se without first having chance to inflict a little pain on them first, but he would be okay with that outcome if it happened to come to pass. Lowering the rifle, he aimed for the front wheel of the driver's side and pulled the trigger. Riding out the small recoil, he whooped in satisfaction when the metallic black vehicle in front of them began to swerve from a blown tire.

"Damn it Frank, you were supposed to wait until we got them some place more open," Jerry swore at his partner as he watched Dean fight to keep the big car on the road. "There's too much covering out this way for them to use to their advantage.

"Quit yer bellyaching," Frank grumbled to his partner as he pulled back inside the car. "I know what I'm doing."

"Yeah, well couldn't prove it by me," Jerry mused as he watched Dean straighten the car with expert precision. John Winchester sure did a damn fine job of teaching the kid the logistics of staying alive.

"Sonuvabitch, let's see how the bigshot handles another blown tire," Frank swore as he once again positioned himself out the window and took aim on the rear tire this time. Luck was against him this time however as the Impala made a sharp right turn onto a dirt road.

"Lucky bastard," Frank swore, as he levered himself back inside the car to avoid being thrown out of the sedan as his partner prepared to follow the Winchesters onto the dirt laden path. Grasping the 'oh shit' bar as he deemed the small handle near the roof, he held on tight as Jerry swung the car onto what amounted to no more than a horse path to him.

"Holy…" Jerry Panowski gritted through clenched teeth as he slammed his foot on the brakes after rounding the corner to find the big black muscle car heading their way.

~~Supernatural~~

Making the turn onto the dirt road, Dean knew he had do something or they could be facing possible death at the hands of the men who were shooting at them and there was only one thing that came to mind. Of course, he knew what he was planning was risky, but then living a hunter's life was a risk in and of itself. "Time to show those chumps you don't mess with me and mine," he exclaimed, excitement evident in his voice as he executed a perfect one eighty maneuver and headed back in the same direction from which he just came.

"Dean, what the hell do you think you're doing boy?" Bobby gasped as he threw his hands out and braced them on the dash to keep from being thrown about as the car seemed to spin on a dime under Deans expert hands.

"I'm taking the fight to them and the shit's about to hit the fan," Dean answered with a wicked gleam in his eye as he gunned the engine. "Ain't nobody messes with my baby and gets away with it."

Pushing his feet against the floor to brace himself once again as the car bolted forward, Bobby couldn't help but wonder if Dean was talking about his car or his baby brother. But knowing the blockhead as he did, he figured Dean probably meant both.

"Dean," Sam gritted through clenched teeth as dizziness assailed him from the unexpected move, "maybe you should…" his voice drifted off as the blue sedan came around the corner, headed straight towards them. Closing his eyes, he whispered a silent prayer as he braced himself for the impact he knew was to come.

"Stop your worrying Dude, you know I'm the best driver there is around, especially when it comes to playing a game of 'chicken'!" Dean boasted, pushing the gas pedal just a little bit harder, then grinning in contentment as the driver of the other car 'chickened' out at the last moment and veered to the left causing the sedan to leave the road and impact against a sturdy tree.

"Yeah, well you might think that's so, but you just damn near scared ten years off my life ya idjit.' Bobby growled at the eldest Winchester. "You pull another fool stunt like that and I'll turn you over my knee and teach that backside of yours a painful lesson."

Unconsciously clenching his buttocks at the thought of Bobby tanning his backside, Dean exited the car and then turned his attention to the sedan which now rested against the tree, the front hood crumpled and the engine smoking from the impact. It was time to find out who those idiots were and teach them a lesson they would never forget. Pulling his gun from the hem of his jeans, he motioned for Sam to stay in the Impala and then started making his way stealthily towards the smoking sedan, Bobby walking right beside him.

TBC So just what will Dean and Bobby find as they approach the car and what will they do? Sorry for the short chapter, but things have been hectic.