Thank you for the reviews. This in my first fan fiction. This chapter is a little longer than the first. Beware I like to end chapters with cliffhangers. Sorry. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: The crossroad demon wouldn't deal, so I do not own Supernatural. And I am no making any money writing this.

Chapter 2

Dean and John arrive at the old abandoned house. Albert Johnson is buried in the backyard. Dean has a handful of salt ready and John has the duffel bag with the shovel, lighter fluid, and salt.

"OK, Dean, lets get this done and over with."

"Yes sir."

John and Dean made their way to the backyard, hopping the little chain link fence. Dean instantly felt the temperature drop. His hand tightened on the salt container in his pocket. Dean's eyes scanned the little backyard. Detecting no threat he followed his Dad to the marked grave.

"Damn it!"

"What is it Dad?"

"Forgot the lighter in the car. Do you have yours?"

"Sorry Dad, mine is out of fluid."

"Ok, stay here. I will be right back. Got your salt?"

"Yes sir."

"That's my boy."

Dean watched as John hopped the little fence and disappeared around the corner.

Just as John opened the Impala's truck, a shiver ran down his spine. He turned around to see Johnson. The evil spirit shoved John into the truck and closed it. John was immediately plunged into darkness.

"Dean!"

Dean heard is father's cry and was just about to hop the fence when he felt something hit his head and his world went dark.

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Sam parked the truck next to the impala. He had his mind set on going straight to the basement, but he heard his father's cry coming from the trunk of the Impala. Sam ran over and opened the truck.

"Sam? What are you doing here? I told you to stay at the hotel."

"A simple thanks would have worked…"

"Don't give me attitude, Boy."

"Sorry Dad. Where's Dean?"
"In the back yard."

Sam suddenly had a horrible feeling of dread rise through him. He run towards the backyard and easily jumped the little chain link fence. John followed right on his heels. As Sam suspected, the backyard was empty, and the light in the basement was on. Sam ran to the basement door and burst through. Sam stopped dead in his tracks, Dean was tied up in the middle of the musty basement, just like his vision. Knowing what was going to happen, Sam ran to his brother and started untying him. Just then Johnson appeared, knife in hand. Just as the knife came down, Sam throw Dean out of the way.

Dean's eyes widened as he say the knife strike Sam. He was still tied up so he couldn't help his little brother. Johnson pulled the knife out and vanished as salt littered the floor where he had stood. Sam fell to the ground gripping his stomach where the blade had pierced him.

"Sam" Dean grimaced at how strained his voice sounded, but was relived when Sam's head rose and their eyes met. John rushed over to Sam. There was a lot of blood.

"Dad, I'm fine. I'm just glad Dean is okay. That knife was headed straight for his heart. Now let's finish this."

"Sam, I told you to stay at the hotel, why did you come?"

"I told you, something didn't feel right."

Dean had managed to get the rope from his wrists and made his way to Sam, who was still on his knees, doubled over in pain.

"Ok, boys stay here I'm going to finish this spirit once and for all."

As soon as those words left John's mouth, Johnson was there standing behind Dean. Sam screamed for Dean to move, and in turn Dean was showered with salt. But Johnson wasn't falling for that again. He disappeared and reappeared behind Sam. Dean tried to grab his salt but was thrown into the wall. Sam surprised Johnson by getting up and throwing a handful of salt in his face. Johnson disappeared. The three Winchesters exchanged glances and headed for the door. As they left the basement, the temperature dropped again and all Winchesters grabbed their salt. When nothing happened, John turned to his boys, "Go back into that basement and salt the door and window. And Dean?"

"Yes sir?"
"Keep Sam safe."

"Yes sir!"
John left his boys and headed towards Johnson's grave. Inside the basement, Dean started salted the door and window, but he ran out of salt before he could finish. "Damn it! Sam do you have anymore salt?"

"Sorry Dean used it all up." Sam grimaced at how weak his voice sounded. Involuntarily he shivered. He didn't think his stab wound was that bad. But truth is he had lost a lot of blood and he was begin to become pale.

Dean studied his little brother. It made him uneasy that he could actually see Sam getting paler. When he saw Sam shiver, his first instinct was to warm him up. But Dean could see his breath and knew Johnson was near. With no way of protecting Sam, all Dean could do was hope that their father would hurry.

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John ran outside and to where the duffel bag had fallen. Only to remember that the lighter was still in the Impala. As he rose to hop the fence he heard commotion in the basement. When john arrived, Dean was slumped up against a wall unconscious and Sam was nowhere in sight.

"C'mon Dean. Wake up, Sammy is in trouble!"

Dean stirred and then woke up. "Dad, Where's Sam?"

Before John could answer they heard Sam scream from inside the house.

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