Chapter 3

A/N: So here it is people. Chapter 3. Thanks so much for the reviews.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural.

Dean watched as Sam practically ran to the bathroom. He was getting up to go and check on him, when he heard the sound of something hitting something hard and then hitting the floor.

"Sammy!" Dean raced over to the bathroom, knocked on the door and called out to his brother again.

"Sammy, are you alright in there?" No answer.

"Alright, I'm coming in then." After receiving no response from his brother, Dean turned the door knob. Dean could tell that Sam was on the floor, as his legs were blocking the door. Dean tried to gently push the door open without hurting Sam. He managed to just squeeze into the small bathroom and made his way towards his brother.

"Sam? Sammy? Come on man, you gotta get up." Dean said as he knelt down on the floor next to Sam. He was trying to not let the fear that gripped him spill out in his voice. Sam was almost white in color. Sweat was running down his face and small shivers ran rampant throughout his body. Dean could see now that Sam had hit the left side of his head on the counter when he passed out. It was bleeding pretty good, and would definitely be needing some stitches that Dean was going to have to do. Dean quickly grabbed a hand towel from the counter and tried to slow the bleeding down. Dean had never known Sam to pass out from a vision before, and this scared him. Not only that, but Sam was getting even paler, and his breathing was weak and irregular. It pained and scared Dean to see Sam taking such shallow breaths and seeing his brother in such agony.

"Come on Sammy, you gotta open your big puppy dog eyes and let your big brother know that you're gonna be alright." Dean pleaded to his unconscious brother, beginning to lose his composure with each passing second that he didn't get a response from Sam.

"Wake up damn it!" Shouted Dean, as he shook his brother's shoulder. Finally, after what seemed like forever to Dean, Sam began to stir. Dean let out a sigh of relief.

"That's it Sammy." Sam finally opened his eyes to see Dean staring back at him. Sam was dimly aware of where he was: In the motel bathroom where he had collapsed after his vision had started. He was also aware that Dean was holding a hand cloth on the left side of his head.

"Dean?" Confusion etched itself around his own name as Sam called for him.

"Yeah, Sam I'm here. You hit your head on the counter and it's bleeding a bit, so if you can hold the cloth to your head, I'll go get the first aid kit." Sam nodded and grabbed the cloth from Dean, while Dean rushed out of the bathroom to go collect the first aid kit.

Dean returned and began asking his brother if he had injured himself anywhere else. He checked Sam's pupils and asked him a few simple questions to see if Sam had a concussion, but was relieved to find that he didn't. Dean then returned to the area where Sam had hit his head.

"This is going to hurt like a bitch, Sammy." Dean regretfully told his brother. They didn't have anything that would numb the pain and Dean knew it was better to stitch the wound now, then to take Sam to a hospital when he himself could do as good, if not a better a job than the doctors. They would have to wait a while at the hospital anyways.

Their father had taught them how to suture wounds at a young age. Sam had stitched Dean up many a time, when Dean would get back from a hunt with their father.

"You ready Sam?" Dean asked softly, as he removed the cloth covering his brother's head wound and applied the anti-bacterial ointment to his wound.

"Just do it." Sam almost whispered the words as his head was making the room spin. He shut his eyes to try and shake off the nausea and to try and get the room to stop moving, while he waited for Dean to start stitching him up. Dean bit his lip and began stitching up his little brother. Sam winced and clenched his jaw as the needle went in and out of his flesh. Four stitches later, Dean had finished stitching up Sam's head. Dean cleaned the blood off of Sam's face with a wet washcloth and helped Sam into a sitting position. Sam could feel the back of his throat trying to fend off the mixture of stomach acid and partially digested food that was slowly creeping upwards. Unable to prevent it, Sam leaned over the toilet and felt everything coming up. Dean left the bathroom to give Sam some privacy while he emptied the contents of his stomach. Dean came back to the bathroom when Sam was finally finished throwing up. Dean leaned down and placed Sam's right arm around his neck and lifted his brother up. Dean then wrapped his left arm around Sam's waist to keep his brother from falling over as Sam was beginning to sway on his feet. They slowly made there way over to Sam's bed. Dean was carrying most of Sam's weight as his brother struggled to keep his balance. Dean lowered Sam onto his bed and placed the motel sheets over his exhausted brother.

"Dean... another attack..." Sam was struggling to get the words out. His mind and body were taxed.

"Sam, we'll worry about it in the morning. Just get some rest, alright?" Sam nodded his head and closed his eyes. Sam was asleep by the time Dean sat down on his own bed. Dean ran his hand over his face. He knew that whatever it was that Sam saw in his vision, he would find out exactly what it was in the morning, and do something about it then. Until then, Dean decided that he would tackle the computer while his brother slept. Dean doubted if he would even be able to get much sleep tonight with everything that had just happened. With a sigh, he started working on the computer, while glancing over at his sleeping brother every few minutes.

It's gonna be a long night. Dean thought to himself as he scanned the pages of ancient animal spirits and werewolf lore, hoping to have this figured out before Sam woke up.

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The first thing Sam thought to himself as he woke up was that someone had taken a baseball bat to his head and taken a couple of whacks at it. His body was trying to fall back into the darkness and tranquility of sleep, but he knew that he had to wake up and get to work, had

to try and stop another vision from running its course. He finally mustered up the strength and opened his eyes and pulled the blankets off. His aching body screamed with the effort. Dean was asleep on his bed, lying on top of the covers. He hadn't even changed his clothes from the day before. Sam carefully sat up and swung his legs over the bed. His head was still throbbing and making it difficult to see straight, but he managed to make it to the bathroom in one piece, even on slightly wobbly legs. After cleaning himself up in the bathroom, he carefully opened the door and made his way over to the table. He found the bottle of aspirin and popped two of the little pills in his mouth, grabbed a warm can of Iced Tea, and swallowed the pills. Sam wondered what this vision had to do with the other kids like himself. Sam had called Ash not too long after his first vision to see if The Demon was in the area.

Ash had told him there wasn't any demon activity at all, so it couldn't be The Demon. It had to involve a kid with abilities like his own.

I'll worry about that later. Sam thought to himself. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind as he checked the time on his cell phone.

7:28A.M. I guess I should go grab us some coffee. I don't want to have to listen to Dean whine about not having his morning coffee. Sam knew Dean was not really a 'morning person' for as long as he could remember. When Dean had to get up early in the morning, a happy Dean was a Dean with hot coffee in his hands. Even though Sam's body was still moaning in protest at having to move, he began putting on his jacket and locating his shoes. Dean was beginning to stir, just as Sam was getting ready to head out the door.

"Hey. Where are you going?" Dean said as he tried to stifle a yawn.

"I'm just going to go grab some coffee. I'll be back shortly." With that Sam closed the door behind him. Dean groaned as he tried to get the kinks out of his body. He had slept a mere three hours, but was surprised that he had gotten any sleep at all.

"At least Sam looks less like a piece of roadkill than he did yesterday." Dean said aloud to himself. After going to the bathroom and taking a quick shower and getting dressed, he left the bathroom and was greeted with a guilty and sad looking Sam.

"Sam, what's wrong?" Dean asked, worry sinking into the bottom of his stomach as Sam handed him his coffee.

"Dean, there's been another attack up at Red River Forest." Sam answered, already afraid that this attack might have been the one that he had foreseen a few hours ago.

"People at the diner were talking about it while I was waiting for the coffee. We have to go check it out, now."

"Alright. Let's go." Dean grabbed his jacket and keys and followed Sam out the door towards the Impala.

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As they neared the forest on the north side, they could see two police cars and a coroner's van parked near the entrance to one of the many trails. Dean found a place to park the Impala, reached over to the glove compartment box, and took out their fake Wildlife Service badges.

"Let's go." Dean headed over to the lead police officer and introduced Sam and himself, both boys flashing their fake id badges.

"So what exactly happened here?" Dean asked in his best authoritative voice.

"Well we got a call about 2:30 this morning from a man who claimed to have heard screaming coming from the woods. He went out to investigate himself, when he came across the pool of blood over here. He waited for us to get here, and it didn't take us long to find two young kids, ripped to shreds by what can only be a bear attack."

"Do you know who the two kids are?" Sam was afraid to ask, but already knew what the answer was going to be. The officer led them over to two body bags laying on the ground. He opened the body bags.

"The male was 26 year old Rick Pallier, and the female was 25 year old Katie Tribulayne. Nice kids too. Tragedy this is. The families are devastated." The officer replied grimly, as he closed the body bags. Dean could see his brother's shoulders slump, and knew that his vision had something to do with these two kids.

"Thank-you for your time officer. We'll keep in touch." Sam said as he and Dean walked away from the crime scene and headed back to the Impala.

"Dean, those are the two kids I saw in my vision last night." Sam whispered with a hint of frustration and sadness weaved between his words.

"Well Sam, your vision wasn't much of a heads up. Even if we had left the motel room right after your vision, we still wouldn't have gotten here in time. It takes 40 minutes just to get here anyways. There was no way to help them Sammy, we couldn't have done anything." Dean was trying to persuade his brother to not blame himself, which he knew Sam always did whenever they couldn't save someone. Dean himself knew for a fact that they couldn't have done anything to save those two kids. They just weren't given enough time, nor an exact location. He just hoped Sam wouldn't blame himself for this.

"Yeah I guess you're right Dean." Sam answered quietly. Sam was grateful that Dean was trying to make him feel better, and to be honest, it was working somewhat. Dean's logic was accurate. Deep down Sam knew that they wouldn't have been able to save them without having more time, but he couldn't help but feel sorry for those two kids.

"Of course I'm right Sammy, I'm always right. Perks of being the older brother." Dean said with a grin on his face. Sam merely shook his head as he opened the passenger side door and got in. Dean got into the driver's side, closed the door, and started up the Impala. The engine roared to life and Dean whipped out of the parking lot.

"Alright, let's head back to the motel and come back here later tonight and see if that thing left us any breadcrumbs." Dean stated as they headed down the highway, while Dean's beloved mullet rock music blared from the Impala's stereo.

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As the sun was beginning to set behind the western mountains, Sam and Dean cruised down the highway in the Impala and made there way back to Red River Forest. Sam had looked up the time of the other attacks, and most of them did not take place during the week leading up to the full moon. They had just over three days to stop Sam's other vision from becoming a reality. Even though Sam wasn't at his best, he felt a bit better than he had been in the last few days. He still had a mild headache, but nothing that would slow him down with the task at hand. Dean was still concerned about Sam's health and had made Sam take some more medicine before they left. Dean's older brother instincts told him he would have to keep an eye on Sam to make sure his health didn't take a sudden nose dive.

Sam had poured through the websites, until he came to an article that seemed to fit their case. The article had talked about a Vyriayne, a spirit that descended from ancient Indian summoning rituals. The Vyriayne was used to protect the villagers from disease and disaster, but would always end up betraying the one who had conjured it. Dean had looked up the area's history and found out that an Indian tribe had settled in this area some 200 years ago, and that something had wiped them all out. The Vyriayne would take on the form of a giant wolf-like creature and would attack any human that was not part of the protected tribe. Once the Vyriayne had been summoned, the only way they would be able to destroy it is to trap it and perform a reversal ritual before it ripped either of them apart. The only thing about the Vyriayne that didn't make sense to the brothers was why the creature had stopped killing for over a 150 years, only to start again in the last 40 years?

By the time Sam and Dean had made it over to the entrance to the Forest's many trails, the sun had set, giving way to the unsettling darkness of night. Though Sam didn't want to admit it to Dean, he had a bad feeling about this hunt. Sam hoped that it was just worry that he was creating for himself, but he couldn't shake this uneasy feeling he had in the pit of his stomach.

We'll be fine, we always are. I'm just stressing myself over nothing... I hope. Dean parked the Impala and they got out of the car and headed towards the trunk.

"Okay, we're going to need rock salt and lots of it!" Dean said cheerfully as he opened the trunk and was rummaging through their vast number of weapons. He finally selected his favorite shotgun, grabbed extra rock salt cartridges and shoved them into his jacket pocket.

"Yeah I already grabbed Dad's journal. I wrote down the incantation that we're going to need for the ritual." Sam said, as he too grabbed a shotgun and loaded his pockets with extra rock salt cartridges. Before closing the trunk, Sam also took a medium-sized hunting knife that he attached to his left leg, using bindings that he had grabbed earlier to keep the knife securely in place. Sam normally didn't carry knives, but felt like it might come in handy.

"Ready to go Sam?" Dean asked as he closed the Impala's trunk.

Sam glanced at his brother, took a deep breath, and replied, "Yeah, let's go get the damn thing."

They moved cautiously into the forest, with Dean leading and Sam covering his back, shotgun out and ready to shoot anything that came near them. Dean crouched down and took a look at his watch as he signaled to Sam to stop moving.

9:34 P.M. Hope that thing is ready to have it's ass removed from this plain of existence. Dean thought to himself. He couldn't hear anything other than his brother's quiet intake of air as he knelt down beside Dean.

"So, how far do think that we have to keep going before this thing rears his ugly head?" Dean whispered to Sam.

"Hard to say, the last attack..." Sam took a deep breath as he felt a little bit of pain and guilt tug at the outer rim of his heart, as he remembered what those poor kids had gone through.

"...was close to the outer edges of the forest. Though most of the attacks have occurred near the forest's center."

"Alright then." Dean said quietly as he stood up.

"Let's keep heading in this direction for a while longer, then when we hit a clearing, we'll get the gear ready." Sam got up and quickly brushed the dirt and debris off his jeans, before resuming his position behind his brother, facing in the opposite direction to ensure that they weren't attacked from behind.

The boys finally came to clearing in the densely populated brush.

"Finally! I was starting to get a little claustrophobic in there." Dean mumbled as he dropped the bag he was carrying onto the ground. Sam still had an uneasy feeling. He felt like they were being watched.

"Hey Dean? How 'bout we unpack this stuff and get everything ready for the ritual fast, okay?" Sam was more than on edge. Dean could hear it in Sam's voice.

"Yeah alright. Let's get this over with."

The boys began getting their packs opened, digging around taking everything out that they needed to send the damn thing back to wherever the hell it came from. Dean began clearing the ground of dirt and debris as he started drawing an entrapment circle to stop the Vyriayne from leaving the area, once it stepped inside the circle. Sam looked at his watch.

10:18 P.M. Dean had just bent down to pick up their dad's journal when he heard a low growl coming from the bushes to his right.

"Sam, I think it just came out of hiding." Dean stated, his voice strained as he took in the sight of the horrible spirit that was standing in front of him, as he pointed his shotgun at the thing.

That is one of the ugliest things I have ever seen. Dean thought to himself. The Vyriayne stood at approximately 8 and a half feet, with blackish-blue fur. It must have weighed close to 350 pounds. Even though it's a spirit, it took physical form at night. Both hands had 4 inch menacing looking claws. And its mouth had two rows of the sharpest, teeth Dean had ever seen. The smell of old blood and death was almost overwhelming. The thing that made it all the more hideous to look at was the black eyes that all but screamed pain and death at him.

God, it looks like a Rottweiler on steroids. Dean muttered to himself.

"Dean, how about we start the ritual like, I dunno, NOW!" Sam uttered as he moved over to be beside his brother, so they could both work on destroying the spirit. The Vyriayne moved closer to the brothers, stepping right into the entrapment circle, looking from Dean to Sam, wondering which one to take out first. The brothers began the ancient chant, each syllable gaining strength and intensity. The creature looked dumbfounded. Almost in an instant, it began to howl as the ritual was beginning to strengthen. The wind began to pick up, leaves scattering everywhere. The Vyriayne swung an arm at Dean, missing his head by mere inches. The boys began to back up away from the creature, as they continued their chant. The Vyriayne leaped, taking aim at the eldest brother. Dean hadn't been as quick as before and felt the Vyriayne's claws tear into his right shoulder.

"DEAN!" Sam shouted as the creature turned it's sights back on his injured brother.

"Sam I'm fine. Finish the damn ritual!" Dean answered through gritted teeth. The wound isn't that deep, but damn!

Sam shot the creature squarely in the head with rock salt, making the creature howl and stare angrily back at him. Sam began chanting again, and the creature was beginning to slow down. Dean joined in and together they saw the spirit being ripped from this plane of existence. The cries it emitted sent chills down both boys' spines. They finished the chant and watched as the creature literally fell to pieces in front of their eyes. What was left of the spirit hit the forest floor with a thud, as it began to dissipate.

Sam rushed over to his brother's side, worried that the wound might be deep, as Dean has a tendency to stretch the truth about the severity of his injuries.

"Dean are you alright?" Sam's voice cracked slightly.

"Dude, I'm fine. Just a graze." Dean knew that it was a little more than a graze, that it may even need stitches, but at the moment, he was just glad everything had turned out alright.

"Dean, don't be an ass about it. Just let me see your shoulder." Sam mumbled to his older brother, as he lowered himself down so he could be face to face with Dean, who was sitting on the ground. Dean knew that Sam meant business, and that his brother would not give up until he got a look at Dean's wound.

"Alright, but make it snappy. I don't want to be sitting on the ground longer than I have to." Sam quickly assessed his brother's wound. He was glad that the wound wasn't that deep, but would need to be bandaged.

"Dean, did you bring the first aid kit with you?" Dean rolled his eyes. He knew where this was going.

"Yeah, I did. It's in my bag. Sam, don't bother trying to fix it now. Let's just grab our stuff and get back to the motel. I'll clean it up when we get back to the motel." Sam sighed.

"Alright, let's get out of here. When we get back to the motel, I'm going to stitch your shoulder whether or not you want to look after yourself." Dean merely rolled his eyes.

Sam you worry too much. It's not even bad. Always making a fuss about nothing. Sam helped Dean up, moved over to where the stuff they had needed for the ritual was and began throwing things back into his bag.

"Ready to go?" Dean asked as he threw his bag over his uninjured shoulder.

"Yeah, I've had enough spirits for one night." Sam admitted as he covered a yawn with his arm.

Man, I'm tired. At least that girl will be safe. Sam thought to himself as he followed Dean out the way they had come in.

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They began walking back along the path they had made for themselves. It hadn't been more than a few minutes when Sam heard something moving to the right of them.

"Dean." Dean hastily came to a stop at the tone of his brother's call. After a few minutes of hearing nothing out of the ordinary, they continued on their way. Sam had that nagging feeling in the back of his mind. Something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what it was. They had gotten rid of the Vyriayne. What else could be out there? As if almost sensing what was going through his brother's head, Dean turned around and faced Sam.

"Dude, I think our work here is done. Nothin' to worry about. Alright Sam?"

"Yeah you're probably right Dean, but I dunno, I just... I just have a bad feeling." Sam wasn't sure his brother would take him seriously.

"You worry too much Sam." Dean replied as he continued down the path. Dean couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that Sam had given him. Sam had a strong sense of intuition of knowing when something was wrong, even in some situations that Dean thought were perfectly safe, or at least safe for them, considering Dean's intuition for danger was remarkably good anyways. Whether this was from Sam's psychic abilities or just something he naturally did, Dean didn't care. Although he seemed to recall Sam being very intuitive when they were younger. If his brother was worried, then it should be taken seriously.

They had almost reached the outer ridges of the forest, when that feeling of danger increased. He saw a black blur move past him on his left side.

"DEAN! there's another o..." Dean turned his head to see his brother being side-lined by another huge, hulking Vyriayne He saw Sam fly 15 feet away, his hand losing contact with his shotgun, landing hard on his back.

"SAMMY!" Dean shot at the Vyriayne, who dodged Dean's shot. Dean took off at a run to Sam's side. A few feet from Sam, Dean felt a strong arm ram into his back sending him forward, his gun falling out of his grip, landing with a thud 20 feet away from him. Sam heard Dean fall to the ground with a grunt. Both boys painfully picked themselves up. Dean looked around and couldn't see the Vyriayne anywhere. Dean ran to go get his gun, as his was closest, and Sam saw the Vyriayne about to strike his brother.

"DEAN!" Sam had only been a few steps behind his brother as the strike was about to hit. Sam managed to push Dean out of the way, so that the Vyriayne's strike hit him instead. The strike was hard and fast, and launched Sam off his feet, causing him to land hard on the ground, knocking the air out of his lungs. The creature went wild, attacking Sam with its claws and biting into his soft flesh with it's powerful jaws. Sam let out a yell as his flesh was being ripped open.

"SAM!" Dean pushed himself off the ground and raced for his shotgun. When he got ahold of it, he took aim at the place that the creature at been attacking his brother, but the creature and Sam were nowhere to be seen. Dean's heart rate skyrocketed as panic set in.

"SAMMY!" Dean hoped for some sort of response, but none was forthcoming. He ran over to the area that they had been in. Blood. Sammy's blood. That was all Dean could see. He found a blood trail and while trying to keep the nausea at bay, ran back into the depths of the forest.

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A/N: So what's going to happen to Sam? You'll just have to wait until the next chapter. Hehe. Thanks for reading guys!