A/N: I've been waiting all weekend to get to post this chapter! I hope Dean makes it out of the woods…

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters therein.

After running into a lot of trees and branches, and scratching the crap out of his face and arms, Dean stumbled upon a trail and broke into a full run. He ran for about 15 minutes, nonstop, before he stopped briefly to rest. Searching his pockets, he came up with his cell phone. Smiling at how moronic Eddie was for not taking his phone away, he flipped it open and dialed Sam's phone number. He'd dialed it so many times he didn't need to see the keypad. As it rang, he heard footsteps approaching and started running again.
"Dean! I know you're out there! You can't outrun me, Dean!" Eddie shouted as loud as he could.
Hearing Eddie's threat only made Dean run faster. He knew if Eddie caught up with him, he'd definitely wind up dead. Relief washed over him when Sam finally picked up the phone.
"Sam! Where the hell are you?"
"Dean, are you all right?" Sam put his foot down on the Impala's gas pedal .
"It's Eddie, Sam. That bastard is chasing me through the woods with a rifle!"
"Do you have any idea where you are, Dean?"
"Not really, Sam. All I've felt so far is leaves and trees."
"Can you hear anything?" Sam asked as he turned onto a winding, country road.
"Just birds, and the wind."
"Follow the wind, Dean!"
"Thank you, Pocahontas. How is that going to help me?" Dean ducked between two trees and left the trail, going deeper into the trees.
"Which direction is the wind coming from?"
Dean had to stop walking and let the wind hit his body.
"It's coming from my left."
"Head that way then, I guess."
"Great, I'm running from a dude with a very large gun, and I'm following the wind…"
"Just do it, Dean. It's your only option right now. "
"Fine, I'll call you back. Just hurry the hell up, will you?"
"I'm on my way, bro."
Dean hung up and started running in the direction that Sam had indicated. This is SO stupid. I have no idea where the hell I am, and I am following the freaking wind. Freaking beautiful.
Branches and trees slapped his face as he darted through the woods. He knew Eddie was probably not too far behind him. Dean knew when it was a hunter he was running from, that his chances of escape dropped to ten percent. If the hunter was good, maybe less.
After a half-hour of running, Dean's legs were tired. He knew he couldn't stop moving. If Eddie found him, he'd surely shoot first and ask questions later. Pulling out his cell, he dialed his brother again. Sam picked up half a ring in.
"Where are you Dean?"
"Still in the woods. Your brilliant 'follow the wind' theory got me even more lost than I was to begin with."
"Do you hear any new sounds?" Sam asked.
"Still hear the stupid wind and – " Dean stopped talking as a new sound graced his ears. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. It was the sound of a car engine.
"Sam, I hear a car. I must be close to a road!"
"Go to the road and follow it as far as you can. I'll try to find you. Listen for the Impala, okay?"
"Will do, Sammy."
Dean smiled and hung up the phone. He was almost free. He moved toward the sound of the cars, and his smile got wider when he felt the ground under his feet change from dirt and mud to hard black top.
"Yes! Finally!" He started walking down the road he'd found, not knowing where he was walking to, but knowing he was out of the woods. He called Sam again just to let him know he'd found the road. Sam was just as excited as Dean, and promised he'd find him soon. As he walked, he heard a car or two pass, but none sounded like his baby. He knew her engine anywhere.
I hope Sam finds me soon.

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Sam drove around every back road in Sioux Falls. He'd called Bobby a dozen times, asking if there were any that he didn't know about. Bobby gave him a few side roads he knew of that were pretty much uninhabited. An hour after Dean had called to tell him he'd found a road, Sam had come to the last road on Bobby's list. He had to find Dean before Eddie, or Dean was a dead man. Darkness had fallen, and it was making it increasingly difficult to see anything, especially on a back country road with no streetlights. He carefully made his way down the old country road, watching for any sign of life ahead of him. He was about to give up when he saw a hunched over figure in a black jacket sitting on the side of the road. Immediately Sam pulled over. The person looked up as Sam neared him with the car.
"Sammy is that you?" Dean got to his feet and staggered into the road.
"Whoa Dean, I'm right here," Sam said, catching hold of Dean as a car whizzed by. Dean enveloped his brother in an embrace.
"I'm so glad you're here, Sam. I thought I was gonna die for sure."
"What happened to Eddie?" Sam asked, looking around them, just in case.
"I don't know. He must've gotten lost. He never was too bright."
Sam laughed. It felt good to laugh again. For a long time, Sam found it hard to really laugh, as if he were truly happy. Finding Dean and getting him into the car safely made him the happiest he'd felt in a long time.

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The boys made it back to Bobby's around 3 a.m. Dean passed out on the soft couch, and Sam slept on the floor nearby. He wasn't about to leave Dean's side again.
Bobby woke Dean around 9 a.m.
"Get up, Sleeping Beauty. I've got news."
Dean sat up and rubbed his eyes. Then, something incredible happened. He looked at Bobby. Looked at him.
"Holy shit, I can see!"
"You're welcome," Bobby said, smiling.
"How is this possible?" he asked, calming down a bit.
"Cass showed up at 6 a.m. with a spell. He did it while you were sleeping. After what you just went through, we figured you could use the shut-eye."
Dean got up and hugged the older hunter tightly. He looked around the room, taking it in again, like he'd been gone for years. The dusty old books hadn't moved off the small table, and the place was still as drab as usual. It was awesome.
A noise to his left brought his attention to the front door. Standing in the doorway, all 6 foot 4 of him, was Sam. Dean ran over to his brother, but Sam stopped him before he could envelope him in a hug.
"I'm glad you can see again, dude, but don't turn it into a chick flick moment."
"Whatever. You try running through the woods blind with a psycho hunter on your ass and then tell me how glad you are to have your eyesight back." Dean paused. "Speaking of, has anyone heard anything of Eddie?"
"I called the cops after you went to sleep and gave him a criminal record worse than yours. I don't think he'll be bothering us anytime soon."
"Good. Let's keep it that way." He went over to the fridge and took out a beer.
"Dude, it's not even noon yet," Sam said.
"I'm celebrating. Oh and Sam,"
"Yeah?"
"No more demons. Ever."
"Deal."

END! I hope you enjoyed the story! I also hope I ended it well. Please review!