Hi all! Here's the third chapter! There'll be one more, I believe, then story three will be over! I have another story planned after this, maybe two, so keep your eyes open! :)

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Sam stirred slightly, eyes fluttering open then closed again, as he slowly began to wake up.

Dean helped Sam slide back onto the seat, but kept a hand on his shoulder to be sure his little brother wasn't just going to topple right over. "Hey, Sammy."

Sam looked over at him, flashing a small smile. "Hi Dean." He looked around, immediately realizing they were in the car, Pastor Jim and Bobby in their own cars driving ahead of them. "We're on our way to Winchester Lake?" he asked.

Dean nodded. "Yeah. You ready to tell us about what you saw?"

Sam hesitated, thinking about the vision he had. It didn't make much sense to him, but maybe his family would get something from it. "Well, a lot of it was scenery. There was a path of trees….they were parted in a strange way, too far apart, not like the rest of the forest. It led to a couple of caves. One of them was bigger than the other, brighter like there was a lot of light inside, and there was a woman standing in the entrance. She wasn't….." Sam shivered at the memory, grateful to feel Dean automatically squeeze his shoulder comfortingly. "She wasn't natural. Normal. Her hair was almost green, like seaweed, you know, really stringy and slimy. Her skin was pale and shimmered a little like she was wet, but she wasn't. She was wearing this tattered white dress. I think it was the water spirit. Her eyes were the worst thing about her. They were completely black with a white patch in the middle. It was really creepy." Sam sighed. "She looked like she was waiting for something. I heard some sort of call, nothing I recognized, and she perked up, like she saw or heard what she was waiting for. That's it."

The car was silent for a moment as his family absorbed that, then Dean decided that Sam was way too solemn and needed to be cheered up. "She sounds like your type, Sammy." He grinned.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Thanks a lot, Dean. I don't even date normal girls, much less supernatural soul stealers. I am only 13, after all." He pointed out. He couldn't hide his smile from his older brother though.

Dean's grin broadened. "You know, Sammy, if you want to pick up good-looking women, you just need to remember this one thing. Act like me."

Sam laughed out loud at that. "Yeah. Right."

…..

Upon arriving at Winchester Lake, the hunters all gathered behind the Impala to discuss their options.

"Based on what Sam saw in his second vision, we can pretty much confirm what he thought about the water spirit being the problem here." John started.

Bobby nodded. He motioned off-handedly at a book that Sam was now holding and flipping through. "From what I've gathered and researched, we have two options to deal with this thing. There's the simple, straightforward way: charge in with iron blades and just decapitate it. Believe it or not that's probably the safer way. The other option is much more dangerous, I think. There's a latin spell that'll kill it, but it has to be feeding while the spell is spoken. Along with that, the person being fed off of has to take a potion that will allow him to speak the spell while he's being fed off of. Unfortunately, it has really nasty side effects after a while. It's risky, but very effective…..I have some of the potion in my car, that I mixed up just now, if that's the route we wanted to take."

John glanced at Pastor Jim and Dean, then nodded. "We've got enough hunters here that the first option is definitely the better one I think."

Agreeing on that, the hunters gathered their weapons. John turned to Sam as they prepared to leave. "Sam I want you to stay here. Water spirits are dangerous and I'm barely willing to let Dean come along on this one. Stay in the car." It was clearly an order.

Sam looked bothered by this, but he knew better than to argue.

Taking pity on his miserable brother, Dean clapped him on the shoulder. "It's alright, Sam. We'll be back before you know it. Wouldn't want to leave my pain in the butt little brother out here by himself for too long. Knowing you, you'd get yourself kidnapped. You're worse than Lois Lane, Samantha." He grinned.

Sam rolled his eyes again in response, but his lips twitched despite all of his efforts otherwise. "You're just jealous that you don't have a Superman to rescue you." Sam responded. He winced a second later. That wasn't his best comeback by far, in fact it would probably make his list of top ten worst comebacks, but Dean's suddenly wider grin was worth the teasing he was sure he would receive later.

Watching as his friends and family walked away, Sam was struck hard by the realization that the group looked exactly like it had in his vision. I don't like this. Something's wrong.

…

Dean followed his father carefully, the group silent as they followed the path the report said the water had followed. Dean was keeping his eyes open for the scene Sam had described earlier, though he hadn't seen anything like it yet. He suspected they wouldn't see it till they got closer to the area all of the water paths had led to.

…

They were close. John could feel it. The area buzzed with something…..dark. They were definitely close.

A sudden tingling down his spine caused him to stop, frozen in his tracks. Though normally he wouldn't call out, he felt an overwhelming need to make sure Dean was behind him. "Dean?"

His son's cautious, worried tone reached him a second later. "Dad?"

John swallowed hard, tightening his grip on his machete firmly, with a new resolve to end this creature before it killed any more people. "It's here."

….

"Something's wrong, something's wrong, something's wrong."

Sam's nerves were getting the better of him. A horrible, dark, empty feeling in the pit of his stomach was driving him into a frenzy. He knew something had gone wrong. They were in trouble.

Dean's words from before suddenly drifted through his mind. "I have your back, baby brother, no matter what happens."

A courage built up in his chest, pushing away the fear and anxiety. Dean always protected him, always had and probably always would. Dean was there for him, even if it meant facing his dad or any number of horrible creatures. No matter the threat, Dean was there, shielding him, defending him. I have your back too, big brother.

…

Sam grabbed the bottle of putrid looking potion from the back of Bobby's car, quickly glancing at the book once more to make sure he understood the instructions. Once he took it, he would have an hour to make sure the creatures fed and were subsequently killed. Bobby's warning about side effects drifted through his mind, but he determinedly ignored it. Dean is in trouble. He needs help. I have to do something.

A sudden thought struck Sam. His vision. He pictured the scene the vision had shown him and noticed something he hadn't before. There was a small light near the caves, shining slightly dimmer than the main cave, but still lit. There's another way in. That's it!

A plan was forming in his head. The only thing he knew for sure was that if he survived this Dean would kill him.

…..

Dean came to slowly, painfully, shifting slightly as he groaned. His body ached, though he didn't think anything was broken or seriously injured.

"Dean? You awake, son? You have to get up, Dean."

Recognizing his father's voice, Dean forced his eyes open. They widened in surprise as he took in his surroundings. He was lying on the ground in a cave, trapped in a cage with his father, Pastor Jim, and Bobby.

"Oh crap."

…..

There was more than one creature. Dean remembered that much. The ambush had been well planned and well executed. There was no way the hunters would have been able to defeat four of the creatures.

"Sammy's out there alone, dad." Dean whispered softly, glancing at his father, fear in his tone and eyes. Sam is alone. Sam is alone. We're going to die and Sam will be all alone, defenseless.

John grimaced at the words. "I know, Dean."

...

The four water spirits were standing nearby. Dean tuned into their conversation, hoping to learn something helpful, though doubting he would. He noticed the other hunters listening as well as the four women got closer, close enough to hear them clearly.

"The young one was nowhere in sight." One said, venomously.

"We must find him!" another, clearly the leader, responded.

Dean glanced at his father in fear and shock. Sam.

"He is special and I want him. The young one is mine. Find him! Find him and bring him to me! His life force will last me years longer than any regular human's would." She made a strange purring-like noise at the thought, causing a shiver of fear and a rush of anger to flood Dean's system. Don't talk about him like that you freak! You touch him and I swear there's nowhere you will ever be able to hide. I'll rip you apart with my bare hands!

"It is not fair for you to have him alone!"

"NO! I have reserved the right to him myself! You can all feed off of the hunters, but you may not touch the boy! The young one is mine." the leader hissed, furiously.

"Well that doesn't sound fair."

Dean froze at the sudden new voice, fear striking his heart. Sam. NO!