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— were invisible. He smirked to himself as he tossed his bag onto the chair. He almost liked the sound of that.
— outrun him was Sam. This wasn't his ideal lifestyle, but it was better than being dead. Nobody knew where to find them. It was like they —
— was back at the makeshift home they had built. He was well accustomed to running long distances now, and the only person he knew could —
— footsteps behind him. But he /knew/ the boy couldn't leave the store unattended. He was home free.
Dean didn't stop running until he —
— the woods, where he and Sam stayed hidden. He laughed as he heard the cashier call out after him, and for a brief moment, he heard —
— Perfect.
Grabbing a few candy bars that were sitting in a stand by the door, he bolted, running across the parking lot and back into —
— up, making sure he was still in the clear. The boy couldn't have been a day over 20, and was too busy fiddling with his cell phone. —
— wasn't exactly easy to get more ammo nowadays, everybody knew his face all too well.
The clerk cleared his throat, and Dean's head shot —
— hunt the Winchesters like animals, and those who /weren't/ people at all.
Monsters were everywhere, lurking around every corner. It —
— only took what was needed to survive. As far as he was concerned, there were two types of people left in the world. Those who wanted to —
— through the aisles, avoiding eye contact with the cashier and stealthily placing food and drinks (mainly alcohol) into a dark bag. He —
— mobs, posters, you name it. He and his brother were wanted men, for something that they tried to /stop/.
Quickly, the hunter shuffled —
— of glory.
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Dean ducked in to a run down convenience store, making sure to keep his head down. Everybody knew who he was, there were —
— wouldn't stop until Sam and Dean were dead. They believed that their deaths would bring peace, and restore the Earth to its former state —