Chapter two
Because of the heat of the day and the much cooler night, there was a mist floating around. The air was thick and all three of them felt a little uneasy. It was unusual for them to feel that way, with all the things they had seen and hunted before but they couldn't help it.
They headed in different directions. Bobby walked towards his wife's grave, Dean went to investigate the little patch of woods on the far side of the cemetery while Sam headed to the newer part of the cemetery where there was no graves yet.
"It's your fault she died." Bobby heard the voice again as he was in front of his wife's resting place. He turned around but saw nothing. His heart began to race again.
Dean was close to that little patch of woods, where the crime occurred, he noticed that the yellow police tape was still there. He went under the tape to see if he could find anything the cops might have missed but because of the mist, he couldn't see anything.
"Damn it! he said, how am I supposed see in this mist?"
"Psst, I have a secret to tell you Dean Winchester." There was a pause.Dean jumped and turned around, his gun pointed in front of him ready to shoot. He looked left then right but saw nothing.
"You won't be able to save him." said the low voice followed by a chilling laugh.
"Who is this?"
"You won't be able to save him." repeated the voice.
"Save who?" but there was no answer.
In the other part of the cemetery, Sam felt like he was being watched, he looked around to see with his flashlight and didn't see anything. He turned around when he heard foot steps.
"Dean, is that you?" he asked in a hushed voice, still trying to see despite the mist.
He turned around again and he saw him, a little boy. The kid seemed pale. He was badly hurt but there was no blood spilling from the big gash he had on his head. Sam thought at first he had to be a ghost. The boy stared at him and pointed to a grave not too far from them. Sam looked in the direction and Sam saw that it had been dug up very recently. He approached it holding up his gun while keeping an eye on the strange boy. He saw that the coffin at the bottom of the hole was open and empty.
"Oh my God!" Sam said with a horrified look on his face turning to look at the boy again.
Were they dealing with the zombie of a little boy? But that was impossible how could that be, that grave was freshly dug up, the grass and plants all around them were not rotted and the two other victims lived in different towns. Plus the first victim had seen his wife, not a little boy. Sam was still looking a the boy when the little boy's face became suddenly serious and he spoke.
"How could you kill him Sam, how could you kill your brother?" the boy said with a an accusing look.
"What? I didn't kill my brother, I would never..." started Sam but was interrupted.
"Not yet, but you will."
The little boy began to run and Sam stood there for a couple seconds, frozen by what he had said. By the time Sam caught up to him, all he found was the lifeless body of the little boy that told him he would kill his brother.
"Dean, Bobby, you have to see this!" Sam yelled so the others would join him.
He showed them the little boy's body and told them what had happened.
"Wait a minute, you're going to kill me?" Dean asked surprised.
Sam looked at him.
"Why would I do that?" Sam asked a little too seriously that it made Dean uncomfortable.
Dean told them about the voice he had heard. That it said he wouldn't be able to save him but didn't know who "him" was supposed to be.
"I didn't see anything, I only heard a voice and it didn't sound like a little boy, but the weirdest part it that it called me by my name, it knew who I was!"
Bobby looked at the boys with a puzzled look on his face. He cleared his throat.
"I heard the voice too, Bobby said, it told me the same thing it did the other night."
Sam looked at Bobby and couldn't help himself.
"You said you couldn't make out the words the other night." Sam said lowering his eyebrows.
Bobby took a deep breath before he told them what he omitted in their earlier conversation. He almost had tears in his eyes as he thought again about what happened with his wife, he took another deep breath to shake it off.
"Sorry I didn't mention this before guys." Bobby said.
"That's ok." they both said at the same time.
"So, what are we going to do about this little boy?" Sam asked.
"I think it would be best to put him back where he belongs after we salt and burn his remains, you know just to make sure he is at peace for good." Dean suggested.
Sam took the little lifeless body in his arms, before he carried it back to the coffin. Dean took off to get the supplies. They kept glancing around knowing that this thing was probably still there. They waited for the fire to be out, they refilled the hole and left the cemetery.
Back at Bobby's place they went over the facts again but neither of them could figure out what they were dealing with. The only thing they knew for sure was that it wasn't a zombie or a ghost. Bobby offered to let them stay at his place for the night since he had a couple bedrooms upstairs that were unused.
Dean shifted in his sleep, he was running trying desperately to help someone, he couldn't see who he was trying to save but it felt so important.
"You won't be able to save him."
Dean sat up straight in his bed, he felt like he had been running for hours. Then he heard Sam scream.
"Nooooo, I would never do that!"
Dean ran to his brother's room and saw that he too was having a bad dream. His head was turning form one side to the other and his eyes were moving fast under his eyelids. Dean got closer to him and tried to wake him up.
"Sam?" Dean said as he gently shook his brother's shoulder.
Sam was seeing the little boy again but this time his voice was different, it wasn't the boy's voice but one that was much deeper.
"How could you kill your brother?"
Dean shook Sam's shoulder again a bit harder. Sam woke up with a questioning look, wondering what all this meant. He had beads of sweat on his forehead and he felt cold. He saw that his brother was next to him. Dean explained that he heard him scream and had come to check on him.
"Oh!"
Sam felt grateful that his brother was always there to make sure he was alright. Perhaps at times it was a bit annoying, after all Sam wasn't a child anymore but it was comforting to know how much he cared about him. The words came back into his mind.
"How could you kill your brother?"
Sam smiled at his brother and told him he was okay. At that Dean, returned to his bed and tried to sleep again. Sam tried to do the same but he couldn't stop thinking. He could never kill his brother, that was ridiculous, that thing was only trying to mess with their minds and the scary thing was that it was working.
TBC