Don't own them, WISHED I DID!

Had to reload story. The world wasn't turning right, I guess. Please read and review. It helps on the coming chapters.

FLASHBACK

"I telling you, Sam. There is no water near here. I am not gonna drown." Dean tries in vain to reassure his brother as he was closing the trunk of the Impala after pulling out the necessity equipment for their hunt.

"I know, Dean. But, I can't get that vision out of my head." Sam turns away from his brother. "I saw you faced down in water. You were dead and I..."

Dean turns his brother around to face him, "Sammy, I know this has got you spooked but I need to stay focused. And I'll try my best to stay dry." Dean does his cocky grin. Sam smiles back but his heart was not in and both knew it. "Now, let's get this dark roaming spirit so we could get back to the motel and get a good night sleep. Ah?" Sam nods.

Both brothers start to walk off into the darkened woods beside the Impala. Sam still haunted by the vision. The vision of his brother's death.

1.

The forest was dark. Shadows danced around every corner. Dean and Sam walked on with their hunter instincts on high. Both watching the shadows and undergrowth for anything that did not belong. Their hunt brought them to the woods in Colorado for a creature that been killing hikers. Reports said they were bear attacks but the bodies were not feed upon. Sam had said it looked more like they were trampled to death.

"So you think it's a skin walker?" Sam finally brakes the silence. He had to work hard to get his mind of his vision.

"Yeah." Dean only said as he grips tighter on the gun in his hand.

"Ok, I can understand the silver rounds, but the iron rounds and shotgun with rock salt?" Sam also grips tighter on his shotgun in his hand.

"Like I said before, better safe than sorry." Dean had stopped to face Sam. Dean wasn't that sure on what they were hunting and with little to go on, he didn't like being out here unprepared. "Everything points to a skin walker, but gut feeling..." He drops off as he thought he heard something moving in the woods up ahead.

Both brothers tensed as their eyes tried to focus on the shadows. Guns loaded and aiming in the direction of the noise. Dean looked quickly to Sam. Sam returned his brother's gaze. The shadows start to take form. Slowly it emerged from the blackness to show the hunters its true form. A black horse was now standing in front of them. Blowing fiery from its nostrils, the beast pawed the ground before it.

"What now?" Sam asked.

"We try this." Dean answered with a shot of his revolver. The beast reared up, pawing at the air. "Well, that didn't work."

"You think?" Sam quickly answered.

The beast charged in the brothers' direction. Sam and Dean stood in place only briefly before they began to run in the opposite direction. Each brother taking turns firing shots from their array of weapons at the beast as they ran.

"This ain't working, Dean!" Sam yelled to his brother as they ran.

"What do you what me to do about it?" Dean wined as he tried to keep up with his little brother's long stride. At that moment, Dean stopped and turned to fire one last shot off. When the beast continued to advance, Dean threw his pistol at the beast.

Sam had stopped a little ahead of his brother. When he saw Dean threw his pistol, he had to roll his eyes. "What you do that for?" Throwing his arms up.

"If I had a kitchen sink, I would have thrown it." Dean yelled back. At that moment, Dean turned in a different direction. It worked. He got the beast's attention and it was now following him. The only thing Dean was thinking of was that Sammy was safe for now.

The black steed was following closely behind Dean as he ran down the path. He had no need or want to turn to see the fearful creature, hearing the pounding hoofs on the forest air told him that it was back there. Dean continued to run, trying to lose the beast. His only thought was getting it as far away from his brother. Dean came upon a clearing with a rock wall that blocked his way.

"Damn." He said aloud. Turning to see the beast stopping a few yards short of him now. "What are you waiting for?" He yells at the horse.

The horse yells out a fearful cry and rears up. Dean feeling the rock wall against his back now, know that there was no where to go. Than the beast came charging toward him. Stopping in front of him than rearing up, striking out with its hoofs. Dean tried to dodge them but was struck by them. Not once, not twice, but several times. First catching him in the left arm as he tried to turn away from it. Then along his hip causing him to stumble, but he was able to recover quickly. Another blow to his right leg, making him fell against a section of the weakened stone wall. The beast moved in close from the kill now. Rearing higher than ever, towering over Dean; he watches as though it was in slow motion, the front hoofs come crashing down on top of him. Dean felt the blow to his head and blackness quickly in gulfed him as he didn't even know that his body was felling through the weakened wall.

Sam had been running after the spirit that was following his brother. The encounter with the spirit caused Dean to lose his weapons. Well, Dean lost them by throwing them at the beast. As Sam ran, he reloaded his shotgun with salt rounds. Sam knew that Dean was trying to get the horse to follow him to save guard his little brother. Sometimes he hated him for that. Just as Sam hit the clearing, he sees Dean taking the final blow for the spirit's hoofs before the wall gave way to crumbles behind him sending Dean into the darkness of what lies behind the wall.

"NO!" Sam yells. The spirit turns toward the sound to see Sam standing in shock. The horse starts to charge toward Sam. Sam raises the shotgun in his hand and squeeze out the trigger. The spirit black mist melted as it neared Sam. Sam stood there, froze. He looks around. Once he was sure the spirit was gone, Sam ran toward the last place he saw his brother standing.

The ground was littered with stones of all sizes. Sam worked his way to were he last saw his brother. Moving closer to the edge of the stone wall, he could tell it was a wall to a deep wall. Looking into the depth, Sam saw his vision come true. Below in the water filled well face down and not moving was his brother. "NO! DEAN!"

TBC