Damn your eyes // Dean & Sam

Graves hissed as his comrade dropped bodily to the ground with an immensely satisfying (to Isaac's ears) thunk. Isaac, following Sam's lead ran for the window, turning and reaching his arms out to grab Dean to pull him out the window as he turned. Graves, still holding Isaac's knife, threw it with precision and penetrated Isaac's bicep, forcefully spinning him further and straight out the window, glass still in the frame slicing as he crumpled.

"I will consume you, Winchester!" Graves bellowed, rushing forward impossibly quick, wrapping a hand around Dean's neck. "I will devour you, and then I will devour your friends. And I'll go slow, so painfully slow," he grated, maw opening wider as he leaned in.

Isaac was already back on his feet, booking it to the Shelby. Sliding inside as fast as was humanly possible the engine roared to life and inside the bakery the sound of rubber violently clashing against asphalt could be heard approaching.

Isaac was shouting wildly with his foot mashing the accelerator to the floor, all four hundred-plus horsepower screaming as the Shelby hopped the curb and rode up the small embankment to the bakery wall. Crashing through the side of the building the front bumper of the Shelby connected jarringly with both Leviathans as they stood, blowing them through the back wall. The Shelby landed heavily in the center of the room, Isaac slumped on the wheel, knife still in his left arm.

Unfortunately for him, the car was pre-airbag era. The radiator was toast and it was leaking oil profusely- she wouldn't be starting again any time soon. Sitting up he looked out the shattered window to the brothers.

"Please tell me my aim is good," he said, pained, bleeding from a half dozen wounds, particularly around his face.

As the Winchesters approached to help him out he had the presence of mind to grab his guitar case. There was a few thousand dollars of emergency cash lining the walls behind the felt, a pistol and ammo, and most importantly- his guitar. Helped out of the car, Isaac drew back.

"Hang on..." he said wincing, and pulling the knife out of his arm. His own knife. Out of his own arm. The humiliation helped dull the pain momentarily but he still swore like a sailor as he slipped it out. As the brothers helped him a bit he was becoming aware that his back and legs were aching too, but then again his whole body hurt like hell, and he just didn't have time to be slowed down by it.

One of the brothers, he couldn't tell who at this point, opened the back door of the Impala and Isaac daintily set his guitar case on the floorboards before unceremoniously diving in and curling up on the seat. He shimmied out of his jacket and tied it as tightly as he could around his arm to regulate the blood loss and give the blood something to seep into instead of Dean's car- because of course one of the few coherent things a car lover would do instinctively was protect the upholstery.

"Can't be in town, gotta go out of town... They'll find us if we stay in town," he said haggardly, not feeling like he'd fully gotten his breath back from being thrown against the wall let alone crashing through another one, and rested his head on the door.

"I'll be... mff," Isaac attempted to complain lazily, but he realized it was futile. There was a spark of something though... Amusement? That they would stay and try to ward off a pair of leviathans for him. Weren't he and Dean close to having it out just ten minutes ago? But, things changed and it was probably because they both thought they were doing the right thing and neither wanted to back down. Isaac could respect that.

When they finally made it to the hospital and Isaac was helped into a wheelchair since it was clear he couldn't walk worth a shit.

"I got jumped. These guys saved me. Asshole from the bar followed me to the motel, tried to jack my guitar and wallet," Isaac supplied surprisingly coherently. The story readily covered his and Dean's injuries, and Isaac felt a glimmer of amusement that he was still witty half-unconscious. When asked about the a few glass pieces embedded in his face and arms he looked around briefly before asking quizzically if the mugger beat Isaac with his own beer bottle.

Without much more hassle they began to lead the company off to a multi-occupant room where they could watch both possible concussions simultaneously and still stitch Isaac up. Additionally, the cops would be there soon to take a statement where Isaac could inform them that someone stole his car. Then when the police called to inform him that they found it, he could collect insurance and ride it out scot-free. Not bad for having his bell rung.

"Didn't say it yet but... Thanks."

Isaac glanced at the nurse to see if she reacted to Sam's comment, but she was reaching over for supplies and he didn't think she'd actually heard what was said. At least Sam thanked him, even if he thought he saw Dean roll his eyes out the corner of his own. The nurse looked up quizzically when Dean asked if they were girls before focusing her eyes back on Isaac's arm.

"You can put stitches in him too if you want. Make a nice little pattern," Isaac said jokingly. He had been absurdly lucky with Graves' knife throw, however, and was thankful for the nurse's needle work. No major vessels or arteries had been severed, cut or nicked, and the muscle was actually largely fine. The blade had mostly just parted the fibers and ripped skin though it felt like it had run across the bone and that was largely the pain he was feeling, drowning out the superficial wounds.

"Police are coming, yeah?" Isaac asked the nurse who nodded.

"Situation like this, law enforcement needs to be alerted. Is that an issue?" she asked quietly, focusing. Isaac shook his head.

"Nah, just wanna tell 'em to look out for my car. Asshole ran off with it," he replied grouchily. When the police finally got there, they may very well all still be in the room taking stories at the same time. The more comfortable he got with his story now, the better, and he had a few details he needed to relay to the brothers without addressing them explicitly. However, properly phrased questions gave him the opportunity to voice details aloud, such as his car being stolen.

No doubt they hadn't thought about asking Isaac whether the car was registered in his name or not, and unfortunately it was. Beyond that, Isaac really liked that damn car and if he could pass this off to insurance, well that was a huge plus. The problem became how to deal with it while being on the run from crazy Grand Canyon-faces.

The look the brothers shared was not lost on Isaac, who while the nurse was busy inspecting her needle work at first looked quizzical before realization and annoyance slowly dawned on him. There wasn't anything Isaac could do- the authorities would be here any second. It had been at least fifteen minutes since admittance and while he had little faith in emergency services, ten minutes was a lot of time for a cop to get places.

Isaac was about to speak when the county sheriff stepped in with a deputy, halting Sam and Dean's progress out the door. Isaac wanted to swear under his breath about timing and bullshit, but the sheriff cut him off.

"Are you the two gentlemen who stopped a mugging?" he addressed Sam and Dean with a posh southern accent. Before either brother or Isaac could come up with anything, the nurse responded in affirmation. Nodding to the boys, he gestured back to their seats. "Please, rejoin your companion for a moment. I just have a few questions to sort out and some paperwork. I promise not to waste much of your time, I'm sure you gentlemen would like to retire and be done with this mess. Shall we?" he said, stepping forward and assuming position near the nurse.

"You are Isaac Cooper, yes?" the sheriff asked, shifting his attention. Isaac nodded and the deputy took a seat across the room, using a bed as a small desk. He was writing on a clipboard, and Isaac assumed it was some sort of official documentation for the incident. "Excellent, and how're you feeling?" Isaac didn't have the best luck with police, but this was certainly one of the nicer sheriffs he'd ever met. It was a decently small town, and that seemed to help.

"Could be a lot worse if it weren't for these guys," Isaac said, jerking his head in Dean and Sam's direction. They were already stuck with him, and the nurse knew that they were the ones who had 'saved' him, so there wasn't really a point in holding back now. If he could just keep the sheriff talking to him and minimize his interaction with the brothers, that would be for the best. Isaac had had close calls with law enforcement but never anything that could be held on his record aside from a few traffic violations. But from the look the brothers had, Isaac was willing to bet that they had found themselves behind bars a few times in the line of duty. It wasn't uncommon for a hunter to be falsely imprisoned while investigating.

"And who might you gentlemen be?" the sheriff asked the brothers, redirecting his questioning to them momentarily. Isaac bit his lip, unwilling to make a commotion to deviate attention and make the scene suspicious.

Isaac was speechless, and the look on his face was pure disbelief. Young and Page? He was a musician, those names jumped out as famous immediately. Angus Young and Jimmy Page. But... No, no that was just Isaac being silly. There was no way these guys would use names like that. No way. Regardless, the fact that they were whipping out the fed card on this guy just seemed so surreal.

Isaac's face was not lost on the sheriff, and probably helped lend a small amount of credibility. The sheriff wore his surprise a tiny bit better, but only a tiny bit. He however recovered much faster than Isaac.

"Well, Agents... I am not sure why FBI has an interest in a petty thief but I suppose it doesn't matter to me anymore. I've had the... pleasure of working with federal agents before, and if that taught me anything, it was that this is no longer under my jurisdiction." The sheriff looked a little gruff, as if reflecting on a bad memory. Isaac's slackjawed expression was looking from sheriff to brother, to other brother, to nurse, to sheriff. The nurse looked nearly as amused as Isaac.

"What... what?..." was all Isaac could manage under his breath.

"At any rate, I'm sure you two have gathered all the information I'd need. If at all possible, once this wraps up, can you relay me the conclusion so I can close the file and alert the other victims?" he asked with a quick smile before summoning his deputy. "Best of luck, Agents," he said finally before he and the deputy left.

"What?!" Isaac shouted.