Demon or Poltergeist

Hi everyone,

I know chapter 1 was very vague, but that what happens when you drink a load of beer, decide you feel like writing and then by spur of the moment post it on at 3-o- clock in the morning! A huge Thank you to all reviewers, and for all the advice. I tried to reply to everyone but my pc had a breakdown Sunday afternoon!

Anyway hope you find this chapter better than the first.

See chapter 1 for warnings and disclaimer.

Chapter 2

Dean's mind felt fuzzy as he helped Sam into the impala. It was as though something was not right, his thoughts felt jumbled. He looked over at Sam, who was in agony from the pus sizzling and smoking in his shoulder. Even though it should have felt more urgent for him to get Sam cleaned up, it didn't, it felt so strange, something was not right here. He got the first aid kit out from the boot anyway and sat next to Sam in the front seat. Sam looked just as dazed as he did.

"We shouldn't have left Dean…" Sam said through gritted teeth against the pain.

"Be quiet and let me clean this up or you'll have an even bigger hole in your shoulder than in your face." Sam leaned back in his seat he was too tired to argue. He let Dean clean his shoulder, grimacing at each prod.

"Do you think it poisoned me?"

"I don't know, guess we'll find out soon, but if it was you would be feeling a hell of a lot worse than this."

"Dean, you don't even know how this feels."

"I know how it looks, get some rest, I'll keep watch. If you drop dead we'll know it's poison."

"Cheers thanks… Why aren't we going to a motel or something? We're like parked up on the edge of this road in the middle of two fields."

"I don't know, what is this one minute you want to stay and the next you want to go? Make up your mind; the only reason we stopped here in the first place was 'cause you wanted to."

"Its not my fault I sense things. Well if we're not moving I'm going to sleep." Sam replied closing his eyes and welcoming sleep.

This is so odd, Dean thought, he felt confused. Had that thing been a demon or a poltergeist? Thinking back it was definitely a demon with its beady red eyes, spiky forehead, long fingers and jagged claws. And it spat pus. It spat burning pus at his baby brother and he had let it live? What the hell was going on? Did I get pus on me? Am I getting ill? It was too confusing, he looked over at Sam who was now sleeping peacefully, since when could Sam sleep through agony? He hasn't slept well in weeks. He leaned over to check him. Maybe he had been poisoned. No, his pulse was fine, his breathing steady and calm, and there were no signs of fever either. This was too weird.

Ok, Dean thought, let's start at the beginning; we were driving along this dark winding road, when Sam suddenly says we need to stop. We get out of the car, and the next thing I know we're fighting a demon, definitely a demon. I don't get it, why didn't either of us notice? I feel so brain washed. Ha, I get it now that thing brain washed us into thinking it was a poltergeist, but why? Dean looked over at Sam. He was still sleeping soundly. He looked to Sam's shoulder and removed the bandage. There was clear unbroken, unburned skin underneath. It brainwashed us into thinking it had hurt him too. Why had it let them go? It wasn't my idea to go, it felt like it was. Sam wanted to stay maybe he can resist whatever power this demon has. I wonder whether it brainwashed him too. Had it wanted Sam to stay? Was this to do with Sam's ESP?

Dean got out his dads journal, deciding to find something out before Sam woke up. He would let him sleep a while. Was that my thought or something else's? This is going to be a long night...

TBC…

Sorry it's short (writers block) I am trying. Hope you liked this. Please read and review, I always listen to anything constructive. Let me know what you think and Chapter 3 will arrive around Thursday night, if not it may not arrive until next Thursday night.

Luv Mel.