Keep Holding on

Chapter 1

Feeling the warm heat of the sun, touching his skin, 13 year old Sam Winchester rolled over and stretched. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was 9 am. He frowned, his father never let him sleep that late, which made him wonder why he wasn't back from his previous hunt yet.

Taking a deep breath, Sam exhaled slowly and sat up, throwing his feet over the edge of his not so soft bed. He winced at the cold feeling that rushed through him as he touched the hardwood floor. Rubbing at his eyes, he headed towards the closed door. Opening it, he stepped out into the hall. He wondered when his dad would be back from the poltergeist hunt. He hoped soon, the longer John was gone the more Sam worried. Things had been strained between John and him lately because Sam didn't want to spend his life hunting, John didn't agree. He thought Sam needed to focus more on the skills he needed as a hunter and not spend so much time on trying to make friends.

He had been glad when John had decided that this particular hunt had been too dangerous for him. People would go to an abandoned warehouse, and then no one ever saw them again. Sam figured it was some kind of ghost, John however thought it could be something else, and had refused to listen to anything Sam had to say on the subject.

"I know what I'm talking about Sam" John had growled "I've been hunting longer than you, there's nothing here that…" he indicated the newspaper in Sam's hand "that even points to a haunting."

"How else would you explain the disappearance's" Sam said frustrated that his father wouldn't even listen to him. He'd seen the signs; he knew the only thing it could have been was ghost possession.

"There are a million other things that it could be" John said, turning to glare at his youngest. "You don't even care about hunting, so why would you actually bother to take the time to research the possibilities." Sam huffed out a breath and glared at his father. It would figure that his dad wouldn't listen to him. He turned to Dean was lying back on the bed, watching TV and ignoring the brewing argument. "Doesn't it look like a ghost possession?" Sam asked Dean.

"Actually, it does" Dean agreed "There are too many signs pointing to it." John frowned but didn't say anything, just turned to pour over the newspapers again.

That was the last time Sam had seen his dad, who had left for the hunt, leaving Sam and Dean alone. Sam didn't like fighting with his father, but at the same time he didn't like his father deciding how he was going to spend his life. Sam understood that there were people whose lives were in danger, but he wanted the chance to be normal. That would probably never happen; Sam figured he would have plenty of time to figure that out, after all he still had five years until he was eighteen, so there really was no point in debating it right now. He wasn't going to give up on his dream of going to college, but for now he was willing to let it rest.

"Dean?" Sam called as he headed down the hallway towards the kitchen.

"I'm in the kitchen" Dean called; there was worried note in his voice that made Sam frown.

"What's up?" Sam asked, entering the room and heading for the cabinets that sat above the sink.

"Dad, was supposed to have been back by now" Dean said "I've tried calling him and it goes straight to voicemail."

"You don't think something happened to him do you?" Sam asked, his frown deepening. John and Sam might now see eye to eye on things but Sam didn't want anything bad to happen to him. He hoped that John was alright.

"I think it probably did" Dean said "And normally, I wouldn't be too worried, he can get himself out of just about anything, but I don't know this time I have a really bad feeling." Sam grabbed a box of cereal and poured himself a bowl before going and sitting down at the table.

"What should we do?" Sam asked as he took a bite.

"I want to go after him, but I don't think you should go" Dean said "If it is a ghost possession it will be too dangerous for you." Sam knew Dean was only trying to protect him, but still he wanted to help find his dad.

"I can take care of myself, Dean" Sam said "besides if it is ghost possession you're going to be some help finding and burning the body." Dean shook his head and chuckled, leave it to his little brother to be the logical one.

"Dad didn't want you on this hunt for a reason you know." Dean said "but you're right I will need help." Sam chuckled he never had to twist Dean's arm too hard to get what he wanted.

"Finish eating and meet me out in the car. I want to leave as soon as possible" Dean told him before leaving the room to gather the supply's they would need to hunt a ghost.

Ten minutes later they were sitting in the Impala and heading towards the last place their father had been. Sam stared out the window lost in thought. Would this be the last time he seen his father alive? Would they be able to find the bones the ghost belonged to and burn them in time?

"I know your worried" Dean said glancing over at his little brother "But since I'm here, it's going to be fine, little Sammy doesn't have to worry." Sam snorted and turned to look at him.

"Are you serious?" he asked, at this point anything could go wrong; though they were pretty well prepared for that eventuality.

"We're going to get dad back, and he's going to be fine, I know you're worried" Dean said reaching out and ruffling Sam's hair. Sam scowled and brushed Dean's hand away.

"Pay attention to the road moron, I would like to get there in one piece."

"Trust me, when I say I have it cover" Dean chuckled and flicked the radio switch on. Turn the page filled the speakers, and Dean began tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. Sam rolled his eyes and turned back to staring out the window. He didn't see the scenery passing him by as he was thinking about the upcoming hunt for bones. Sam hoped that they could find them in time. From what he understood, the warehouse was massive and not to mention the fact that the bones might not even be at the warehouse.

"I bet there's something there that's tying the bastard to the place" Dean said as if reading Sam's thoughts. "The body could very well be gone, doesn't mean he doesn't have something that has him left behind."

"I guess that's true" Sam said "but it bothers me that something could get the jump on Dad like that."

"We're not even sure that's what's going on" Dean said "but we're going to find out" he added grimly. He didn't want Sam to know just how worried about the situation he truly was. Sam didn't need anything else to add to his stress.

An hour later Dean pulled the impala into the parking lot, what worried him the most, and confirmed his fears was the fact that John's truck sat in park.

"Well, we know he's still here don't we" Sam piped up from beside him. He threw his door open and climbed out. He was starting to get a bad feeling about this situation; he wasn't going to tell Dean. But he had the feeling that someone was going to get very badly hurt. He just hoped it wasn't going to be Dean.

Dean climbed out and headed towards the back of the trunk. Opening it, he grabbed the gas and the salt and handed Sam the shotgun.

"If you see anything don't hesitate to shoot." Dean said as they headed towards the building. Sam nodded and tightened his grip on the gun. The closer to the building they got the more nervous Sam grew. He didn't know why but this particular hunt bothered him more than any of the others they'd done over the past few months.

"Be careful" Sam whispered as they entered the building. His palms grew damp, as they entered the first room they came too. It was a large space and it was empty. They exited the room and headed towards the next. This room was filled with Printing Machines.

"Guess this is where the printed the newspaper" Dean commented as he walked closer to the machines. Sam frowned he could have sworn that the temperature just dropped ten degrees in the room. He tightened his grip on the gun, and slowly pulled it up so that it was held against his shoulder.

"Dean" he called "I think whatever we're looking for is in this room." Just then he heard a loud thud and saw Dean go flying in the air and hit one of the metal machines head first. Sam watched in horror as Dean landed on the floor and didn't get up.

"Dean!" Sam shouted, firing a shot at the being that appeared next to Dean's body. He raced over and kneeled down beside Dean, placing two fingers on his throat. His pulse was strong thankfully, next Sam checked Dean's pupils. They reacted normally and Sam breathed a sigh of relief. It didn't look like Dean was concussed after all.

"I'm grateful that you have such a hard head" Sam commented as he picked up the gun once more "But do you think that it's a good time to take a nap in the middle of the hunt?"

"Sam" John's voice called, and Sam turned and saw his father coming towards him. "Sam, I think I've found the culprit" he said as Sam climbed to his feet. Something wasn't right here. They had come looking for John and it looked like John was alright.

"Dad, if the hunt was going to take longer you should have called and let us know." Sam said not seeing the evil glint in John's eyes, as his father approached with a long piece of steel pipe in his hands.

"Dad, did you find the ghost or not?" Sam asked backing away as his father drew closer.

"I found him alright" John sneered looking at Dean. John raised his arm with the steel pipe and started for Dean, Sam suddenly understanding what he was going to do threw himself over Dean just in time to feel the pipe pierce him through his back and come out the front.

"Sam" he heard a shout and saw Dean staring at him, eyes wide with horror. Sam coughed and blood coated his lips and dripped down onto Dean's shirt, as Sam collapsed.

"Sammy" Dean cried as he caught Sam before he could impale himself even further on the pipe. "Hang on, buddy, I'm going to get you out of here."

"The ghost is in dad" Sam gasped and coughed again even more blood flowing past his lips. Dean's face went even paler. He didn't know how they would get out of this one alive.

"Please just keep holding on, Sammy" Dean cried, knowing that there wasn't much that he could do for his little brother. Anger filled Dean, his little brother was hurt seriously, and he was going to kick this ghost's ass. He better hoped it left his father in a fairly good shape.

"It wouldn't…. be… so…mad if…its bones…weren't…near" Sam said before closing his eyes and losing consciousness. Dean laid Sam on his side, and got up. Sam had a point, no ghost ever wanted you to burn there bones.

"Keep holding on." Dean murmured as he bent down and picked up the gas and salt. "I've got some serious ass kicking to do!"

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