You ran. It seemed so repetitive, almost a habit to run now. In your speed, you turned your head, trying to see how much distance you had from the police. Before I could even turn my head forward, I smashed into a guy at my speed, making him have to hold his balance after a few steps backwards. I would've fell to the ground at the force, but his mate standing next to him grabbed my arm. "Hey! Watch it, my brothers injured." He said protectively. I looked up at the man, making eye contact, one full of fear at being grand and the risk of getting away from the police. Dean seemed to catch onto this, his grip never wavering. His face relaxed with understanding at my situation. As the police approached, Dean pulled me to stand behind Sam, covered by the 6'4 younger brother. The police ran past without a second glance, and once I'd seen they were far gone, I tried to shake off the man's grip. He didn't lessen his hold on me.