Life Goes On: Chapter 3

 As the clock hit midnight, Gibbs decided that it was time to head home for the night. As he waited for the elevator to hit street level, he pondered his predicament. The FBI had been chasing the Winchester brothers for years- only to call it off suddenly about two years ago. They hadn’t explained much- it was, after all, the FBI; they only said that they were stopping their hunt for the brothers, and that, unless they showed up on another serious crime scene, they were to be left alone.

Then, of course, they had identified Dean Winchester coming to the aid of their last victim. Why would a man free of all charges and presumed dead run back into the spotlight of the authorities? Gibbs sighed and returned his focus to the situation at hand as the elevator doors slid open. 

 As he walked towards where his car was parked, he heard a faint tapping of shoes behind him. His gut screamed at him that the sound just wasn’t right. For the moment, he pretended that he didn’t notice as the foot steps grew louder and quicker in pace. Just as the footsteps were right behind him, he turned a corner sharply. He spun around as he did so and grabbed his stalker’s coat, slamming the man against the side of the closest building.

 “Who are you and why are you following me?” He asked coldly, pinning the man in place. The strange man quickly replied,” I’m nobody and I wasn’t following you!” His voice  was squeamish, but he was looking Gibbs straight in the eye. Gibbs realized that the guy couldn’t have been more than 22. He took the chance to inspect the kid in front of him. He had very pale skin, with short, curly brown hair and eyes to match. Something about him seemed off to Gibbs though, and he didn’t loosen his hold on him.

 “Don’t lie to me kid.” Gibbs growled- just as the kid smirked and flipped the situation into his own favor. His hands gripped Gibbs’s arms, and he slammed Gibbs into the building. He punched the older man ruthlessly in the mouth, a feral grin on his face. He tossed Gibbs out into the middle of the street and stalked after him.

 Gibbs landed with a grunt and rolled over, forcing himself to his feet. He backed away from the approaching assailant and pulled out his gun. 

“Stop where you are or I’ll shoot.” He threatened steadily. The kid launched himself at Gibbs, tackling him to the ground, completely ignoring the weapon. Gibbs managed to fire two shots off at him before hitting the ground again. He had no time to see if the man had actually been shot before the guy was trying to trap Gibbs beneath himself. The kid rolled up his right sleeve- revealing the same cultish tattoo that his team had seen earlier that day. He was reaching out to pull Gibb’s right sleeve up when he jerked his head to the left and growled. Gibbs craned his head to the side to see two men standing in a streetlight no more than ten feet away. 

 In a flash, the Blue hand was off of him and sprinting away. One of the men took off after him, while the second man ran to his aid. He grabbed Gibb’s hand and pulled him onto his feet.

“You okay?” His savior questioned, looking him over in a way that suggested he had done it many times before.

Gibbs took a step back from the man, and found that it was none other than Dean Winchester who had rescued him.

“He didn’t uh stab you or uh have his eyes turn a freaky color blue on you, did he?” Dean asked, peering around cautiously- turning back to face Gibbs when the man didn’t answer.

“Nope,” Gibbs replied gruffly while scanning the area for the gun that had been knocked out of his hands during the fight. He found it not too far away, on the edge of a sewer drain.

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After Dean and Cas booked a hotel room, they begun to search the city for abandoned warehouses and other larger buildings that the Djinn could be hiding in. By late the next day, they had located five possible areas.

Dean sighed in relief as he leaned back into his chair, stretching back into the furniture, “I think that’s as good as we’re gonna get Cas. We should start checking these places out.” 

Across the room, Cas nodded in acknowledgement and placed the files that he had been looking at carefully back onto the table.

Dean stood up and grabbed a silver knife along with some of the lamb’s blood, before hiding them inside his jacket.

“Ready?” Cas nodded to him again.

 “Okay then, let’s go”  His hand rested upon Cas’s shoulder before he had even finished speaking.

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“Where the hell could this son of a bitch be hiding? We must have missed something…” Dean sighed in agitation, annoyed that they had wasted hours in the cold- only to end up without a trace of where the damn thing was hiding.

Cas didn’t say a word, lost in thought as they walked down a silent road, heading for their hotel. Dean had insisted that for once he actually wanted to use his legs instead of flying everywhere. 

With a sudden burst of luck, they heard a shout and the sound of a struggle. Dean and Cas glanced at each other before taking off toward the origin of the noise.

As they turned the corner, Dean watched the Djinn snap its head toward them. Its face written in shock and fear at the sight of them. He was off of his victim in seconds, fleeing. With a quick nod from Dean, Cas took chase, his feet pounding against the pavement as he and the man disappeared around a corner. Dean hurried over to check on the victim, hoping that he hadn’t been killed before they could get there.

With a rush of  relief, he realized the man was alive. He clasped the guy’s hand and dragged him to his feet.

“You ok?” Dean asked, looking for any sign of injury. Other than a busted lip, the older male looked healthy. The man didn’t answer him and instead stepped away, his eyes searching the area for something, Dean mimicked him, trying to see if the man had lost something.

“He didn’t uh stab you or uh have his eyes turn a freaky color blue on you, did he?” He asked,  peering around cautiously before turning back to face the older man when he took longer than he should have to answer.

“Nope” said man replied gruffly while continuing to look around. The man seemed to find what he was looking for. Dean tracked his eyes and found that he man had been looking for his gun the entire time.

With a sick feeling in his gut, he realized that the man he had just saved was most likely a police officer. He remembered his deal with the FBI the last time he had seen them. They had agreed to stop hunting for the Winchesters- as long as they stayed out of all criminal cases. 

Dean really hoped that this case wouldn’t count.

But when had luck ever been on his side?