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Phobia

Chapter four

Later that night

There was really nothing else for them to do so they decided to go back to the motel and get some sleep then start fresh in the morning.

Dean rolled back and forth on his mattress trying to find a comfortable position. He fluffed up his pillow then tried to go back to sleep. Usually he had no trouble sleeping in the numerous motels they stayed at but for some reason tonight was different. He reached for the remote to the TV figuring he'd watch a little TV and hopefully that would put him to sleep. He glanced over at Sam's bed and saw him sitting on the side of his bed.

"Can't sleep either huh?" Dean asked his brother. When Sam didn't answer him he took a closer look. Sam was sitting hunched over, tears streaming down his face as he cradled his gun in his lap. "Sammy? Sam? What's going on Sam?"

Sam just shook his head as he wiped at his tears too upset to even speak.

"Sammy talk to me." Dean rolled out of bed and now sat across from his brother.

"I tried….I tried so hard."

"Tried to do what." Dean thought maybe he could grab the gun out of his brother's hand, but he noticed Sam had his finger on the trigger and knew his brother's gun had a hair trigger and could go off at the slightest touch.

"I tried to save him but…." He shook his head sadly.

"Tried to save who?"

"Dean….I tried to save Dean but I couldn't."

"Sam I'm here….I'm sitting right across from you."

"No….no… you're not him…you're some damn shape shifter."

"Sammy look at me."

When Sam didn't look up Dean attempted to move onto his brother's bed but stopped when Sam began to raise the gun.

"Sam I'm right here, just look at me."

Sam slowly raised his tear stained face but there was no sign of recognition.

"You're not him. He's dead….he's dead because of me and I can't bring him back. I've tried….I've tried so hard but…."

When Sam went to wipe his eyes Dean made his move. In one swift movement he grabbed the gun from his brother's hand and tossed it aside. When Sam tried to reach for it Dean's fist flew and the blow brought his brother back to reality.

"What cha do that for?" Sam said as he rubbed his chin completely unaware of what had just happened.

"You okay?"

"Of course I'm okay…Why did you hit me?"

"Sam….I think you were going to kill yourself."

Sam looked at him confused and with a hint of fear in his eyes.

"What are you talking about?"

Dean explained to Sam what he had just witnessed.

"What ever is happening to these people….it's happening to me now?"

"I think so. Think Sam….did you feel anything strange, anything odd in the last day or so?"

"No…not that I remember." Sam thought for awhile. "Well actually when we were at Watson's house I got a weird headache…. but it only lasted a few seconds."

Dean reached for the phone.

"Who are you calling?"

"Bobby. Maybe he'll know what's going on because I can't figure it out."

After two rings Bobby answered the phone.

"What are you two knuckleheads up to?" Bobby asked when he saw Dean's number flash on his phone.

"We got trouble Bobby." Dean then went on to explain everything that had happened.

"Sounds like that killer elf I ran into about ten years back."

"An elf?" Dean looked over at Sam and shrugged his shoulders; he had heard of them but never had to deal with one.

"This kind of elf isn't one of Santa's helpers, this thing is nasty. Legend says that it's the second born of an unwed mother. It was hideously deformed when born and the mother buried it alive in the woods…. But the thing didn't die; instead a witch happened by and saw the girl burying the baby. She dug it up and raised it as her own….named it Phobia. This elf is one mean son of a bitch, likes to play games with people's lives. What it does is it gets into the mind of a second born child and like its name causes that person to live his worse nightmare, his worse phobia."

"How does it get into your mind?"

"Easy, all it has to do is walk by you…it somehow can sense which people are second born children. It just plants the seeds of fear into your mind then you do the rest. Whatever is your biggest fear, that's what will kill you….. The first thing you boys got to do is find out if all the victims were second born children, if they were….then you are definitely dealing with this thing."

Dean watched as Sam walked into the bathroom for a glass of water.

"Why would Sam want to kill himself?" Dean asked softly not wanting his brother to hear.

"Because his worse fear, his phobia, is losing you."

TBC