Johnny Angel Ch. 28
Disclaimer: See chapter one.
Author's Note: There is bit more swearing in this chapter. They are hunters after all.
Previously: 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.
"Be careful Dean," Bobby hissed out in warning, aiming his gun at the back window of the car as he noticed one of the occupants of the wrecked sedan starting to move. He knew how brash Dean could be at times, especially where Sam's safety was concerned, and he didn't want the boy doing anything stupid.
"Dude, you do realize it's me you're talking to don't you?" Dean stated with a smirk as he glanced quickly over his shoulder, taking just a minute to check on his brother before continuing on. Winchester luck had a way of biting them in the ass when they least expected it and he didn't want any nasty surprises popping up from behind them.
Ya know, one of these days that cocky attitude of yours is going to be the death of me boy," Bobby grumbled as he hitched his ball cap off and ran a calloused hand through his hair. Damn, there were times that he'd like to take his belt to the idjit and beat some sense into him.
"Awww, I always knew you loved me old man," Dean quipped with a smile before becoming serious again and focusing his attention on the crumpled car before him. The car had sustained some serious damage and by all rights, the men inside should be suffering from some pretty bad injuries, but he wasn't taking any chances. It was better to be safe than sorry, especially when Sammy was just a few yards away.
Carefully approaching the driver's side of the car, Dean cursed upon noticing the spider webbed design on the window glass that prevented him from seeing clearly inside. He had no way of knowing whether or not the men inside were alert enough to notice them approaching, which could spell disaster for him and Bobby. Deciding to err on the side of caution this time, he raised his revolver and rapped on the shattered window with the silver barrel. "Come out slowly with your hands up or I'll shoot you where you sit," he called out in a commanding voice.
~~Supernatural~~
Rounding the bend in the road, Jerry Panowski was flabbergasted to see that the Impala had changed direction and was now heading their way. "What the hell does that lame brained idiot think he is doing?," he gasped as his hands tightened around the steering wheel. Surely Dean wasn't stupid enough to pull a stunt like playing chicken when he had that coveted baby brother of his in the car with him.
"I don't know but you better do something fast," Frank Gutierrez shouted as the big black muscle car loomed in front of them much too close for his liking. Sure, he considered himself to be one tough hombre, but that didn't mean he was ready to die just yet. Reaching over when Jerry failed to make a quick enough move for his liking, Frank snatched the steering wheel hard to the left in an effort to keep from colliding with the Impala. Little did he realize that that course of action put him in just as much danger due to the tree that stood directly in their line of travel.
"Sonuvabitch," Frank shrieked loudly, his body tensing with dread just before the sedan's forward motion was stopped abruptly as the front end collided with the unforgiving pine. Viciously thrown forward from the sudden impact, Frank's head collided with the dash causing an instant headache to form. Snapping back towards the seat as the car jerked to a complete stop, he fought to retain consciousness as silver stars floated at the edges of his vision. Unable to turn his head at the moment to check on his partner due to the pain he was in, he could only hope that Jerry was in better shape than him.
"Je-Jerry, you 'kay man?" Frank questioned shakily, wiping away the rivulet of blood that was beginning to flow down his forehead and into his eyes.
"Ye-yeah, I think so," Jerry answered, his voice trembling as he fought to clear the cobweb of confusion from his mind and remember just what the hell had happened. He didn't have time to contemplate the events however as a horrendously loud sound split the air by his left ear and a stern voice called out, "Come out slowly with your hands up or I'll shoot you where you sit,"
"Damn it, this is so f*cked up," Jerry swore agitatedly as everything came rushing back at him upon recognizing the voice of an extremely pissed off Dean Winchester. They were seriously in deep shit now, especially knowing that Dean never made a threat he wasn't willing follow through on. Reaching for the door handle of the car, he called out weakly, "Don't sh-shoot, we're co-coming out."
~~Supernatural~~
Watching as the doors of the mangled vehicle began to creak open, Dean and Bobby tensed as the occupants of the sedan slowly began to exit from the car, moaning audibly as they did so. Keeping an aim on the men as they staggered out of the vehicle, the hunters fingers tensed on the triggers, ready to shoot the men where they stood if they made any threatening moves.
Raising his hands in a show of surrender upon noticing the enraged look on Dean's face, Jerry leaned back against the now smoldering sedan as his knees threatened to give out on him. "Hey man, ju-just take it easy," he stuttered in hopes of calming the enraged Winchester.
"Take it easy my ass. You do realize you just tried to kill us?" Dean snarled as he watched Bobby take aim on Frank Gutierrez who was stumbling out of the passenger side of the car, blood trailing down the side of his face from a laceration at the hairline.
"You got that wrong Dean. We were ju-just trying to sc-scare you all but that idiot Frank ju-jumped the gun," Jerry grumbled as he gave the other hunter a seething look.
"Regardless of what your intentions were, you came after my boys and that don't sit well with me," Bobby voiced, entering the conversation as he motioned at Frank to take a place beside his partner.
"Bobby, you of all people should understand what has to be done," Frank groused as he swiped the blood from his forehead to keep it from rolling in his eyes. "That thing in the car over there ain't human and you know it." The words had no sooner left his mouth, when Frank suddenly found himself slammed up against the car courtesy of Dean.
"Say something like that again and I'll rip your frigging tongue out," Dean swore, drawing back a hand and forcefully punching the hunter in the mouth before using he other to strike him in the stomach.
"Sonuvabitch," Frank cursed, doubling over in pain from the stunning blow as he fought to draw air into his lungs. Dean had fists of iron.
"Damn it man, go easy on him. Can't you see he's already hurting pretty bad?" Jerry growled as he made to step forward only to stop in his tracks when Bobby pulled the hammer back on his gun and uttered "I wouldn't if I were you."
"Damn it Bobby, how can you protect that kid when you know what he did? He's evil. Hell, his own Daddy would probably have killed him if he'd known what the future held for his youngest," Jerry expressed strongly.
"Don't you ever presume to know what John would have did ya stupid bastard," Bobby declared as he gave the injured hunter a swift upper cut to the jaw. "John loved that boy with all of his heart and did everything he could to protect him from the likes of hunters like you."
~~Supernatural~~
Watching the events unfolding before him from the safety of the Impala, Sam knew he had to intervene before his brother and Bobby beat the other two men to death in their white hot rage. From what he could hear of the fight, he knew that the other two men were hunters and that they were after him, but that didn't change the fact that they were humans. Deciding there was no other way to stop the fight than for him to intervene, Sam just had to figure out how in the hell he was going to make it over to where the others were on his weak legs.
Steeling himself for pain ahead, Sam pulled in a deep breath and let it out slowly before pushing open the door of the Impala. "Here we go," he thought as he moved his legs to the side and then used the strength in his arms to push himself to a standing position.
Assaulted by vertigo from the change in position, Sam staggered just a moment before orienting himself and then made that first hesitant step towards his brother on what felt like legs made of rubber. Taking another couple of steps forward, he stopped for just a minutes to wipe away the sweat that was now beading across his forehead from the exertion he was putting himself through. "Come on Dude, you can do this," Sam encouraged himself to keep moving as he shuffled forward at what felt like a snail's pace. Reaching the halfway point, he gasped in agony as vicious charley horses started assaulting his leg muscles causing them to cramp fiercely.
Automatically attuned to the sound of his brother in pain, Dean threw a vicious punch to Frank's nose, crushing the cartilage and rendering the man unconscious so he could go to his brother. Allowing the hunter to drop to the ground in a heap, he rushed over to catch his brother just as Sam's legs gave out on him.
"Sammy, what the hell?" he queried anxiously as he lowered Sam gently to the ground. "Why did you get out of the car?"
"I had to st-stop you before you ac-accidentally ki-killed them Dean," Sam answered, grimacing in pain as his hands reached down to try and massage the pain away from his legs while tears leaked from the side of his eyes.
Propping his brother against him in support, Dean turned to glare at the bruised and battered face of Jerry Panowski whom Bobby now had pinned against the side of the car with a silver hunting knife to his jugular.
"You still wanna tell me about how evil my baby brother is?" Dean asked as he looked into the shocked eyes of the astonished hunter. "You better be thanking your lucky stars he's not because Sammy is the only reason I'm going to let you two live."
"Thanks Dean," Sam whispered, closing his eyes as he tried to breathe through the pain the way his father had taught him so many years ago.
"Don't go thanking me yet kiddo, I'm still not letting them off easy," Dean stated as he began to massage the corded muscles in Sam's legs. I'm going to make sure those assholes never come after you again."
"Dean, get your brother back to the car and take care of him," Bobby stated knowing that Dean needed to be with his brother right now. "I'll take care of these two blockheads."
TBC Sorry you had to wait so long for this chapter.