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Norman managed to escape.

Who'd thought a simple savage bite to a muscular hand, & a solid kick between a stranger's legs would do him such wonders? When he ran out of the place, he was surprised to find that he came out of a huge ranch house in the middle of the day. The property surrounding it consisted of several acres of wooden fence, outbuildings, tall trees, & a huge salvage junkyard, stacked in, & covered with wrecked cars. It felt like it was in the middle of nowhwere. Which gave it a total slasher movie vibe.

Norman spotted the guy in the suit & the police woman. Unfortunately they had gotten into an authority vehicle & started to drive away. Norman tried to chase the car, calling out, waving his arms in the air like a total lunatic, but it was useless. They had driven far to the point where they couldn't see him. All that was left was a gust of wind. Blowing toward Norman's feet was the family photo from the file the suit guy had. Norman lifted it up to his face, getting all misty eyed.

Something thin & very, very hard hit Norman's temple, & he was out like a light. All he heard before he hit aspalt was, "A CROWBAR? Really, Dean?"

Being unconscious wasn't the most greatest feeling in the world. It wasn't at all like sleeping. Sleeping meant security. Safetly tucked into bed. Having a peaceful dream & whatnot. Being unconscious you don't dream, you lose your sense of time & it almost felt like you wouldn't wake up. When Norman finally got around to open his eyes, he was really grateful, relieved, even. He was back in the giant iron safe with the strange symbols engraved the walls, ceiling & floor. He sat straight up, immediately regretting it, for he felt a severe shot of pain coming from the side of his head. Trying to blink away the spots that had formed within his field of vision, he felt like he was about to collapse again. When the blinking didn't work he squeezed the space between his eyes, finding that his right forearm had been neatly bandaged from the cut he had gotten from the weirdo holding a knife over it. Norman took in a sharp breath when he heard echoing footsteps coming toward his way. The only exit & entrance had been unlocked.

Entering the scene was the appearence of the two scary men from before.

Well. Not so much as SCARY, now that Norman had gotten a pretty look good at them.

Both of the guys looked like they were in their late twenties. The intimidatingly tall, with a muscular built, with a neat shag of brown hair, seemed pretty harmless, but Norman guessed it was because he had a handsome face. The shorter one, however, greeted Norman with what looked like either the smuggest look ever, or had a hey-trying-my-best-not-to-be-really-angry face, & Norman's pretty use to that face (his father always gave that one.) The guy had short cropped hair. Either dark blonde or light brown, Norman wasn't sure. He also had green eyes, & a 5 o'clock shadow.

"Mornin' sunshine!" The guy with the smug look said, pulling out a fold up chair from a nearby desk. He had it so that the backrest was pressed against his chest when he sat in front of Norman. "Hope I didn't hit you too hard on the noggin."

Norman felt his face burning. "With a CROWBAR?" He replied through his teeth.

"You heard that?" The tall guy sighs.

"Look, kid, I didn't mean to knock you out cold." Short guy said then. "But I didn't want to get kicked in gut again from your epic tatrum. You know?"

Norman gave his best glare. "You also didn't 'mean to' hold a knife over arm, right?"

Tall guy scoffs. "Oh, man. You didn't."

"Okay! I know that looked bad, but-"

"How about keeping me in this freaky weird looking torture chamber?" Norman continued. "Maybe restraining me, keeping me away from the police?"

"Uh-"

"Look, if you want to kill me just do it already!" Norman then rose to his feet, clenching his fists. "Just leave my family alone. It's all I ask!"

"Whoa, whoa!" The short guy raised his hands. "Kill you? Look, kid-"

"Norman! My name is Norman Babcock!"

"Norman," Tall guy said. "Okay. I think we got off on the wrong foot here . . . My name is Sam & that's my older brother Dean. We rescued you. Don't you remember? Back at the highway."

Norman plopped back on the bed he had woken up on, & lifted a shaky palm to his forehead. "Rescued me?" He mutters.

Suddenly it went silent for a good few long minutes. Noting, Sam & Dean giving each other reluctant stares. It was then bits & pieces had suddenly flooded back to Norman. Running away as far as possible from the nasty growls. The thunderous stalking. The horrible snarling. Norman had quickened his breathing without even realizing it, unintentionally muttering, "From WHAT?"

Sam wrinkled his forehead & Dean answered, "That's what we want to know."

Another silence . . . but it was quickly interuppted by a low growl that completely startled Norman & even the two brothers.

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