Still out in the unexplored woods, Friday evening

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Sam darted through the trees as quickly as he could, trying to put distance between himself and Dean. He should have known that Dean would figure out what was going on, and that he wouldn't have the nerve to put his baby brother down. For a family who'd made such a name for themselves, from what he'd seen so far, the Winchesters were pretty crappy hunters.

That didn't mean he wasn't still going to get rid of them, of course. He just had to make sure he was on the offensive with Dean, and not defending himself against things like annoying flings of holy water.

	John was searching the woods for Sam and caught sight of movement off to his left. Wordlessly, he moved in that direction.
	As soon as he felt like he was far enough away, Sam stopped and leaned against the nearest tree to catch his breath. It wasn't long before he had the sensation that he still wasn't alone, but for the moment, he held his ground.
	John spotted a familiar silhouette leaning against a tree up ahead. "Sammy," he called out.
	Just when Sam was thinking this day couldn't possibly be redeemed, John's voice rang through the trees. "Dad?" he answered, checking to make sure the gun he'd tucked away at his back was still there.
	"Yeah." John approached with caution. "We've been looking for you."
	"You and Dean, you mean?" he asked, peering out from behind the tree. "I was just having a chat with Jo. You didn't need to worry."
	"I think we best be the judge of that just now," John said. He took a deep breath. "Christo."
	Sam cried out, shuddering for a few moments at the pain, before collecting himself enough to reach for his gun. "I have to say, you're both smarter than I expected," he said, trying to get John within his sights without letting him do the same.
	"Can't really say the same for you," John said, pulling out the colt and aiming it at him.
	"I've been flying under your radar for days now. I'd say I'm doing pretty damn well," Sam replied. "You don't really expect me to believe you'd shoot your own son, do you?" Taking a chance on that, he darted out for the cover of another tree.
	John tracked him with the gun but didn't fire; he couldn't guarantee he'd hit him with a nonleathal shot.
	Safe again for the moment, Sam checked to make sure his own gun was fully loaded. "Is that the colt?" he asked. "I'm going to start thinking you're trying to make things easy for me."
	"Not easy. Just final."
	"Yeah, right. Let's say you are willing to sacrifice Sam - you're really going to waste a bullet on me?" he asked incredulously. "Those are a precious commodity, and I'm not the one you're saving them for."
	"Yet you're not so sure, are you?" John called back.
	No, he wasn't sure at all, but he wasn't about to let John know that. "What I'm sure of is that I'm not allowed to kill Sam. If you do it...well, that's a whole seperate story." Realizing that he'd need to get closer to get a good shot, he grabbed a rock from the ground and threw it, moving in the opposite direction and hoping the noise would be enough of a distraction.
	John was good, but he was only human. His eyes flicked in the direction of the noise for just a split second.
	That was all the time Sam needed to run over behind a different tree, smirking as he got John in his sight. "I'm also sure that I wasn't told anything about not killing you," he said, taking his shot.
	John turned but not quite fast enough to get out of the way, the bullet hit his shoulder and spent him spinning to the ground.
	With a satisfied grin, Sam headed for John, intent on getting the colt and finally getting out of this town. Suddenly, he heard the snap of a cracking branch that definitely hadn't come from either of them, and stopped in his tracks to look around.
	Dean moved as quickly and quietly through the woods as he could, eyes scanning quickly for his possessed brother.
	When Sam saw Dean, he swore sharply under his breath, and glared at John. "This isn't over, not by a long shot," he said, before taking off deeper into the woods again. He didn't want to admit it, but he was going to have to get out of town completely, before all his plans failed.
	Dean caught movement out of the corner of his eye and started to follow, only to stop when he spotted his father. "Dad!"
	"I'm okay," John said, grimacing as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, one hand holding the shoulder he was shot in gingerly. "Your brother--"
	"Definitely has an unwanted guest," Dean finished. "I caught him enacting a lovely little bondage and torture scene with Jo."
	"Is she alright?"
	"Yeah, just shaken up. She's headed back to the dorms." He frowned at his Dad. "But you're not alright."
	"It's nothing."
	"Nothing doesn't bleed like that," Dean pointed out.
	"I've had worse," John said, wincing as he got to his feet.
	"Still needs to be seen to before we go demon chasing," Dean said. "And I know what you're going to say. But it's Sammy. Demon or not, I'll be able to track him down."

[And I'm done spamming for the night. Preplayed with demons_death and saltandammo. Rated M for "More violence, whee!" and K for "Kripke can bite me, I kind of like this version of canon better." NFI, NFB please, OOC comments are awesome!]

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