Hunted c.m • spn

seven

They all sped off down the road that the Winchesters had took, confident that they in fact would catch them. All exits were blocked by officers so they really didn't have anywhere to go if they somehow did get to an exit before getting caught up with. The road was long, barren on both sides except a few dead trees here and there and the road itself a long dirt road.

After driving down the long road for 20 or so minutes, a few miles ahead they could see the impala parked off to the side of the road and it started up and drove off again when they came into view. They were close though. The brothers wouldn't be able to lose them that easy now. "What do they think they're gonna get out of this?" Spencer asks, and Aaron turned to look at him from the passenger seat.

"I lied and told Sam that we wouldn't come after them if he let me go. Sam probably told Dean that too. They thought they were getting freedom and now.. I don't know. They'll probably go down swinging." Aaron says honestly, hating that it was true. Rossi sped up, despite Aaron's order not to tail them, and did just that. He figured putting pressure on them would be better than wasting precious time.

"We gotta make them sweat, Aaron. Otherwise we'll be wasting our time chasing these asshats for miles. Literally. This roads goes on for another 20." Rossi said, completely fed up. They murdered hundreds of people over the years, escaped prison many times and then they kidnap a close friend and the unit chief and torture him and expect a free pass once again. He wanted these assholes in jail. A maximum security prison where they'll never escape from, separated far away from eachother so they couldn't plan anything.

They wasted years waiting, being patient and Rossi Rossi through. These guys were going down one way or another and it was gonna be soon, he'd make sure of it. He was done playing cat and mouse and he knew everyone else was fed up as well. This was gonna end today, now.

Suddenly, the impala stopped short, causing them to rear end them, the SUV smashing up the back of the impala. Clearly that wasn't lesson enough though as Dean tried speeding off again to get away only for a cop who couldn't stop fast enough to slam into the side of the impala causing the car to flip several times, going off road as everyone stared in shock before it finally stopped rolling, landing upside down.

"No way they're coming out of that alive." Spencer says, eyes wide. "Can't be too sure we'veseen people survive way worse, let's go." Aaron says, and they all got their guns out as they slowly got out of the SUV. Luckily the rear end collision hadn't done really anything to the front of their car. Thankfully. Wind caused the already stirred up dirt from the car crash to blow in everyone's face, and Aaron coughed as it burned and irritated his nasal passages further. That was the last thing he needed, really.

"Dean and Sam Winchester come out with your hands raised! It's over and you know it!" Aaron yells as loud as he could, they were about 3 feet from the impala so they most definitely could hear if they were still alive. There was no movement for a few moments and he yelled it again, wincing as the yelling caused his throat to burn.

They heard the passenger door open, which happened to be on the side the couldn't see and then what sounded like something being dragged. Which was not a good sign at all. "You have 12 guns pointed at you we will shoot you up!" A cop yells and they still recieved no reply. "I'm not surrendering, but Sammy needs help." Dean's voice rang back and he stood up, hands not visible.

"I have a shot gun. I'll shoot you all up right now. He needs a medic and he needs it now." Dean says. He had a rush of blood running down the right side of his face, probably from a head wound of some sorts from the crash. Head wounds always bleed more and look worse than they really are. "Dean there's no medic out here and it'll take them too long to get here. One of us can come help but you need to put that gun down." Rossi says and Dean shook his head.