Okay so I'm a day late... Sorry!

I don't own Supernatural

Dean continued to follow the supposedly evil young man. So far, the guy had picked up a date and that was the most exciting thing. But Dean wasn't going to give up just yet. He'd promised Sam he'd keep an eye out and his brother had a point. The thing, angle or ghost, hadn't been wrong yet.

The man's car rounded into a dark alley and Dean turned in a few seconds after. But the car was nowhere to be seen. "Dammit!" Dean slammed his hands on the steering wheel, searching for any sign as to where the car had gone. His head was beginning to pound again.

At the last second, he saw the gleam of a red taillight fading on a trash bin. He quickly followed, dimming the Impala's headlights in the closed space. The other car rounded the corner, but stopped short, the parking light going on.

"This can't be good." Dean turned off his own car and got out, stifling a cough and quickly walking toward the parked vehicle. He hung back at the corner a moment, trying to gauge what was going on. The pair seemed to be arguing, when suddenly the man lunged at the woman. The unmistakable glint of a knife appeared in the struggle. Without a second thought, Dean ran to the window and shattered it with his elbow. A sharp pain shot through his arm, but he ignored it. The shocked man turned to look at him as the girl screamed. Dean punched him in the jaw and slammed his head into the steering wheel before hitting the button to unlock the doors.

The girl scrambled to get out of the car, tears streaming down her face.

Dean slid across the hood, cradling his hurt arm. "Are you okay?" He grabbed the girl by the shoulder with his good hand. "Are you okay?!"

"Thank God!" she managed between sobs.

Behind them, the man started the car and peeled out. Dean moved the girl so he was between her and the speeding vehicle.

"Dammit! Are you sure you're okay?" Dean searched her face and kept checking for signs of any blood. "Do you have a cell phone?" She nodded, still sobbing with her hand to her mouth. "Call nine-one-one!" He sprinted back to the Impala as the girl got on the phone. His chest burned and he coughed harshly as he tried to catch his breath from the short run. "Son of a bitch," he hissed through his teeth as he jerked the Impala alive and sped after the other guy's quickly disappearing vehicle. His arm was throbbing and he kept having to blink away the water that was clouding his vision. He could only drive one handed, the other held tight to his chest.

The two cars raced through the city, quickly moving onto the busier streets. The man bumped over a grassy median and Dean gritted his teeth as he followed suit. He swerved to avoid oncoming traffic and sped through a red light right on the bumper of the other car. The flung around a corner and towards another intersection. Suddenly, a pick-up pulled out in front of the man's car. Dean and the man slammed on their breaks, as did the pick-up. The sudden stop sent Dean flying forward, almost hitting his head on the steering wheel. He sat back, still trying to catch his breath. With a groan, he got out of the Impala, tacking the gun from his dashboard compartment. Still cradling his hurt arm against his stomach, he skirted around to get a look at the driver. What he saw stopped him cold. A metal rod from the pick-up had flown from the truck straight through the man's windshield, embedding itself in the center of the man's chest.

Dean lowered the gun and stared open mouthed. "Holy. . ."

So I'm finishing this after a very long day and am fairly sleep deprived. Sorry for any mistakes! I might reread and go back to fix things later but for right now I'm happy.

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