In this chapter John will be recovering from his illness. Dean is still going to be torn between staying with dad or looking for Sammy.

We'll find out a little bit more about the Warrior who's after Sammy, and it's not good for the person who freed him or Sammy.

We're going to find out why Brian so hard on Sammy, and it's going to end with Sammy fighting for his life.

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Running Bear was a Warrior for the Pueblo Indians. He was highly known for his furious attack on the white man. When he attacked, it was quick and hard. The white man never knew what hit them. He didn't like the white man being on his land. They would come in and ruin the landscape and kill all the animals. They hunted for the pleasure of the sport, not for food. The food his people needed to survive on had almost run out. He wanted his revenge on those fifthly and disgusting humans who took over his land and killed his people.

What really angered him the most was when the white man started to look at the ruins. They would go in and take what they wanted, careless if they were on sacred grounds of ancient people. He would sit on his horse and watch them destroy the ruins. Soon word had come of the big white man wanting to make a treaty on the ruins. This was too much for Running Bear to take, so he decided to call upon the spirits for help.

He sat by the fire and called for the Great Spirit. A cool breeze blew on him. He opened his eyes and saw he was standing next to a cliff. Paintings of the Five Great Warriors dressed in animal skins and feathers adorned the walls. Four of the animals he knew; the first one he had never seen before. He asked the Great Spirit to show him the Eagle and Wolf Warriors. As he turned, he was on a cliff overlooking the valley. The Spirit showed him where to find them.

He went to the area where the Great Spirit told him to go, and found an unmarked grave. Digging, he unburied the remains of the Warrior, along with remains of an animal. Thinking he found the Wolf, he took the boney remnants and laid them on an altar. With all the supplies needed, he chanted in his language to the Spirit. Mist came down and covered the altar and remains. Soon something moved in the mist. The closer it came to him the more excited Running Bear became.

When the Warrior advanced from the mist, he noticed it wasn't the Wolf. This one had a spotted skin on his back. He looked to the Warrior with confusion and fear, immediately feeling the bad presence emanating off this Warrior.

"Great Spirit, my name is Running Bear. I brought you here to kill the white man."

The Warrior looked at the human before him. He could understand every word he was saying to him. "My name if Tlatoani. How do you know my language?"

"We both speak the ancient language Nahuatl. I brought you here to help me rid the White Man." Running Bear informed him.

"Who is this White Man? Where am I? Where are my people?" Tlatoani walked past the Indian, determinedly scanning his surroundings for his people.

Walking on, he saw that his village and people were gone. There were only ruins. What angered him was that he saw these white things walking through his village. They were grabbing his peoples' belongings and taking them away.

The Indian pointed at the whites. "These are the White Man that killed your people. Now they are taking your things away. You need to punish them. Call your Wolf and have him kill them."

"Wolf! I don't have a Wolf. I'm the Warrior for the Jaguar." The Warrior walked back into the cave, and grabbed the bones from his pet. He took them to the fire and made a spear out of them. The claws and teeth he created into a necklace and two ankle bracelets, alone with the precious stones of his people. He forged the spear with fire to strengthen the bond with his pet. He then chanted in his language to his people. From the mist that was around the fire came his precious pet.

Running Bear went to the White Man and told them to leave, or they will be punished greatly for their selfish and greedy ways. When they refused to leave, he sent the Warrior had all the White Man who stood there killed. When news came around about what happened, other White Man killed Running Bear's family. He sought revenge against them with the Warrior who slain all but one, who in turn killed Running Bear himself.

In his last breath, Running Bear placed a curse on the Warrior.

"In thirty years, you come back to kill the White Man. If one escapes, you seek him out. Then you sacrifice him for betraying me. Drain him of his blood and rip his heart out."

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Lying in bed, Sam rubbed his temples as he felt a headache forming. Slowly opening his eyes, he looked around the room only to close his eyes again due to the pain. A little nauseated, he took a couple of deep breaths to calm his stomach; lying in bed a bit longer before he took the chance of standing up. He slowly swung his legs off the bed, hissing in pain by the movement.

His groin area hurt like hell and he sat on the bed breathing through the pain, afterward slowly rising off the bed and heading for the door. Walking towards the kitchen, he heard someone talking. He could tell it was Jill and saw that she was on the phone. Not wanting to pry, he waited until she was finished before he went to get some water to take some aspirins.

"Hi honey! How are you doing? I'm fine Jack, so please calm down. No, I did not invite him here…Jack please listen to me. I said I didn't…no he just came over suddenly…I didn't let him in, he pushed right past me. No, Jack I don't want you anywhere near here….I said no. You don't need to be here with him…I'll be careful, I promise."

"I didn't tell him Sam was here. He was already in when Sam called me. When he heard his name, he decided to stay…yes, I did tell him to leave or else…no he didn't…he grabbed the phone before I could…Jack please just stay away from here son. I don't want you anywhere near here right now. Yes, we are going to Glazier National Park. No, I'll meet at the regular place like always. I don't think he's coming…well I hope he's not coming…it's going to be Sam, you, and me, okay?"

"Jack, please do not come over here. Yes I do want to see you son. Okay, but! If anything goes wrong, I want you to take Sam and run…no I mean it Jack! You take Sam and run."

Jill hung up with her son and took a deep breath. Just the thought of her son here with Brian scares the crap out of her. She didn't want Brian near her son after what he did. He knew he wasn't supposed to be anywhere near her or Jack. Right now, she was stuck between a rock and a hard place, and she didn't know what she was going to do. Turning around, startled to see Sam standing there, Jill smiled and walked over to him.

"Sam, sweetie I'm sorry if I woke you up this early. I didn't realize I was that loud."

"You didn't wake me up Jill. I have a really bad headache. I was coming to get some water to take some aspirins, and I didn't want to interrupt your phone call. I wasn't listening to your conversation."

"That's okay Sam. It was my son Jack that was on the phone. When I told him that you were coming for a visit, he made plans to come down here to see you. He's in college over in Billings, and he'll be here in about two hours. We always spend time together at least once a month. He comes here…or I go over there. We are really close." Seeing that Sam was rubbing he temples, Jill got him some water and aspirins.

Following him back into the bedroom, she helped him in bed and began carding her hand in Sam's hair to help ease the pain. Sam whimpered and turned his head away from her touch. He didn't like an unfamiliar hand touching him. Dean was the only one who could take Sam's pain away, and he wished that Dean was here now to help him.

Turning back, he caught the hurt look in Jill's eyes and felt bad for putting that look in those caring eyes.

"I'm sorry Jill if I hurt you by turning away. There's only one person who always did that…and he's not here…I-I'm sorry." Sam looked at his hands that were on his chest.

"No Sam, I'm sorry for overstepping my boundaries. I always did that when Jack wasn't feeling good. It must run in the family to comfort in that manner. Get some sleep and I'll see you in a couple of hours." Jill stood up and walked out the door.

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Jack pulled into his mom's driveway two hours later. Catching Brian's car still in the street he began to seethe. Pulling next to her van, he got out of the car determinedly. He really wanted to know what Brian told his mom. If he threatened her in anyway he had every intention to kill him. That man had no right to be here, in his home, after what he did.

Walking up to the door, he saw it was ajar. Wondering if something happened, he slowly pushed the door open. Carefully stepping in, he called for his mom. Hearing her answer from the kitchen, he closed the door and went to see how she was. As he stepped into the kitchen, he didn't like the look he saw. Yes, she was smiling at him, but he could see the tension in her body.

Feeling the anger in him, he walked up to his mom and hugged her. In her embrace, he could feel all the anger leave him. Pulling away from his mom, he looked around the room and became puzzled. Where was his cousin? He had totally forgotten about Brian.

"He's in your old room. Why don't you see if he's awake?" Jill said, placing a hand on his cheek.

Watching as Jack left to get Sam, she turned back to finish making breakfast. By the time the boys got to the table, Jill had breakfast ready.

"Hey mom, look at what I found in my old room. I think it's one of those rug-rats you see on T.V." Jack joked as he ruffled Sam's hair.

"I'm not a rug-rat. My name is Sam." Sam whispered.

"I'm just joking around Sam. It's nice to meet you. My mom told me you were coming down. I'm glad that I got some time off to see you. We'll have so much fun visiting Glazier National Park. I've got to show you some of our favorite places we go to." Jack informed.

"I can't wait either to show Sam some of my favorite places. We'll have so much fun while we are all there." Brian said as he walked into the room.

Jack looked over at his mom with surprise. He didn't want Brian anywhere near them right now. Jill saw the look and put her hand on Jack's to calm him down. Looking over at Sam, she noticed a change in him as well. His eyes were cast down over his plate.

After breakfast, Jill asked Jack to help Sam get his stuff in the van. As soon as she was finished in the kitchen, they would all head out. Walking into the bedroom to get his stuff, Sam hissed in pain as he knelt down. Jack looked Sam over to see what happened; he knew that Sam was in pain, but from what?

"Sam, are you okay? Do you need to sit down for a minute? I can get your stuff in the van if you're not feeling good." Jack was concerned.

"No, I'm okay. I still have my headache from earlier. I shouldn't have bent down so fast. I'm just going to get some more aspirins from the bathroom. I'll meet you out by the van when I'm done."

Walking into the bathroom and sighing in relief that he pulled it off, he leant against the wall looking in the mirror. His groin was really bothering him right now. Unsnapping his pants and lowering his boxers, he looked in shock. His whole groin area was a light shade of purple, and the inside of his thighs were covered with dark purple bruises.

Startled out of his thoughts when someone knocked on the bathroom door, he pulled his pants and boxers back up slowly. He didn't want to aggravate his bruises anymore than he had to. Immediately he popped in some of the pain pills he took from Dean. He had worse bruises than these in the past, but none of them were ever on his most sensitive part of his body.

Heading outside, he walked up to the van and got into the backseat. Jack sat next to him much to Brian's disapproval. There was no way Jack was going to have Sam sit next to Brian. He could tell that there was something wrong already. Eight hours into the drive, Sam was getting restless. The pain was coming back with a vengeance. He tried to sit still the best he could until they stopped. When he couldn't take the pain anymore, he reached over to grab his backpack. In doing so, his jeans rubbed against his bruises causing him to hiss in pain when he turned. When he turned around, he saw Jill looking at him. He could tell she was worried about him.

"Sam, are you okay sweetie? Do we need to stop?" Jill asked with concerned.

"No I'll be fine. I just wanted to get some water so I can take some aspirins. I could feel my headache coming back again. I'll be fine. We don't need to stop until Dinner." Sam lied.

Looking in the review mirror, Brian glared at Sam daring him to say anything about what happened. Jack saw the look and knew what it meant. He really needed to talk with Sam when they had time alone.

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Sitting at the table with his friends, Dean couldn't get his mind off his baby brother. He really needed to find him and tell him how sorry he was. He was also worried about his dad who was fighting this illness alone. He knew what he had to do and hoped his dad would understand. When they get back to the hotel, he'd have to ask Bobby or Jim to go be with his dad. He needed to be out there looking for his Sammy and bring him home. When they got back to the hotel to change and clean up, he turned to his friends to see who wanted to be with his dad.

"Can one of you stay with my dad for me? I really need to find Sammy and bring him home. Don't get me wrong I'm worried about my dad, but I'm afraid for Sammy being out there all alone." Dean was hoping that one of them would say yes.

"You don't need to ask Dean. We all agreed that I'll be the one who will stay. We all know that I can get your dad to listen. You just go find your brother and bring him back to us." Jim answered.

"Thanks Jim. I'm glad that we have good friends, and that you all care about my Sammy." Dean could feel the tears coming.

"Dean, where do you think that Sam might go to? Is there a place we should start to look first?" Caleb asked as he walked in the room.

"Sammy wanted to see the ruins before the attacks happened. Maybe someone there has seen him in the last two days? That's the best place to start looking for the kid. There are four sections to the ruins. Bobby and I will take the first two. You and Caleb take the other two and we'll meet halfway."

"Alright then, what are we waiting fer? We got a lost boy to look for. We'll keep you posted on our search, and you'll keep us posted on that idjit in the hospital." Bobby informed.

Dean and Bobby got into the Impala. Caleb and Josh got into Josh's truck, and Jim got into John's truck. They all headed to their destinations to start the search. With their hearts heavy in fear, they kept their minds focused.

Waiting for Josh and Caleb to arrive, Dean was worried sick. He thought for sure that Sam would've been here. Since the attacks, the park posted rangers to keep watch over the ruins. They showed the rangers a picture of Sam. Receiving no positive affirmation, Dean's heart was in his stomach. He couldn't shake the dreaded feeling in the pit of him.

Dean glanced up when he heard Josh's truck pulling up. By the looks on their faces, he already knew the answer. They decided to head into town to see if anyone saw Sam. Following behind the Impala, Caleb was hoping they would find Sam soon. He could tell that Dean was on the edge of losing it. Glancing over at Josh, he could tell that he was thinking the same thing.

After three days of searching and finding nothing about Sam, they went into a small diner to get some breakfast. All three of the hunters had to force Dean to eat his food. They made sure that Dean ate everything that was on his plate.

Listening to the gentlemen talking at her table, Shelly was wondering if they were talking about Bobby. She overheard them talking about one of the guy's brother. From the description, it sounded just like him. Walking up to the table, she introduced herself and told them about the young man she saw.

"I don't mean to interrupt your conversation, but I think I've seen the boy you're looking for," Shelly said.

"You've seen my brother Sam? When was this? And where is he now?" Dean wasn't trying to sound rude; he just wanted information about his brother.

"It's been about five days the last time I saw Bobby, or I mean Sam. He looked a little sad like he had nothing left in the world. I think he said he was heading for the bus station, but I'm not really sure if that is what he said."

"How far is the bus station from here? Thanks for letting us know that you saw him." Josh got the information from Shelly and they all headed for the station.

When they arrived, Bobby told Caleb and Josh to take one side. He and Dean will take the other side of the station. Showing the employees a picture of Sam to see if anyone had seen him, Bobby saw a man in a suit that probably was a manager or supervisor. He walked up to the gentlemen and asked to show the picture to the tellers and see if anyone of them had seen Sam here buying a ticket.

Coming back to them with one of the tellers, he told her to tell them what she told him.

"I've seen this young boy five days ago trying to buy a ticket. He told me that his dad was sitting over there waiting for him. So I thought that was his father since they left together. I'm sorry. I really thought he was the boy's father. He got a one way ticket out of state, but I don't know where. He looked really sad to leave his dad behind." The teller informed Bobby and Dean.

Dean stood there trying to catch his breath. For five days, his brother hasn't even been in the same state. He had to get out of the building to get some fresh air. Pushing Bobby aside, Dean ran out of the building. Bobby called Josh to have him meet him out front to look for Dean. They all found him over at the Impala banging his back against the door. Listening to what he was saying broke their hearts.

"Sammy is gone because of me. I lost my brother. What am I going to do?"

Feeling the need to get away, Dean tried to get up only to have Bobby and Josh hold him down. Running sounded like a good idea for Dean at that moment and he didn't care where or how far, just as long as it wasn't here. Fighting to get away, the young hunter started to swing at anyone. Caleb grabbed a syringe out of his back pocket he kept in case the fretful Winchester needed it and stuck the needle in Dean's shoulder. Feeling the effects of going under, Dean fought against the drug. He didn't need to sleep right now with Sammy being on his own.

Arriving back at the hotel, Josh placed Dean on the bed furthest from the door. As he laid him down, Bobby came in talking with Jim on the phone. Walking up to his friend, he told them that John will be here and that he already told Jim what happened with Dean.

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John was so glad to get out of the hospital after five days of being there. He was getting on everyone's last nerves. Jim was the only one who could keep John somewhat under control. They knew that his youngest was lost and felt bad for the father. His body needed the rest to recover from the infection he had. He kept telling them he could do that at the hotel and not in the hospital.

"Jim! Please tell the Doctor that I'm feeling better and that you'll keep me in bed at the hotel. Please Jim, I need to get out of here and find my boy." John pleaded with his friend.

"John, when Morgan gives the okay for you to leave, that's when we will leave, not until then. I know you want to go find Sam, and you are worried about him, but you need to look out for yourself first. Do I have to call a higher power down here to keep you here? Cause if I have to, I'll do it John. Just watch me." The Pastor felt bad for John, but he felt really bad for the staff.

Just as Jim told John that threat…well, it wasn't really a threat…but he won't let John in on with that one. Morgan walked into the room with the test results. Knowing that John wanted to get out of here, he wasted no time.

"John, I got the results of your blood work here. It looks like the infection is finally cleared from your system. Your red blood cell count is back to normal and so are the white cells. You still will be tired for a while, so lots of bed rest. I know about your son being gone John, but I do recommend you get as much rest as you possibly can. If you don't listen to what I say, you'll end up back in here. That won't be good for my staff or me." Morgan laughed at John's look.

"Don't worry doctor. I'll make sure John gets plenty of bed rest. Don't argue with me John or I'll shoot you. Don't think that I won't do it, because I will. I might be a man of the cloth, but I'm your friend too."

John knew that Jim meant every word he threatened to him. He nodded his head to Jim's demands for now. Waiting for the release papers, John tried to call Dean. He wanted to let his son know that he was getting out. Getting no answer, he waited for Jim to walk into the room. He groaned when he saw Jim with a wheelchair.

Knowing not to test Jim's patience, he sat into the wheelchair. Getting into his truck, he sighed in relief. He closed his eyes just for a minute. He could now feel how tired he really was. Opening his eyes when he felt a hand on his shoulder, he saw that they were at the hotel already and his hunter instincts kick in. He didn't see Dean waiting for him at the door, or that no one had opened the door yet to come out. Looking over at Jim, he could tell something was wrong. His friend was quiet… too quiet for John's liking.

"Jim! What's wrong? Where's Dean? Answer me damn it!"

"John, Dean broke down earlier this morning when he found out about Sam. Caleb had to give Dean a sedative to calm him down. He's been sleeping since then, which is good. From what I've heard, he hasn't been sleeping at all." Jim told John.

John opened the door to his truck and stepped out. He needed to get to his son as soon as he could. When he opened the door, he didn't like the shape Dean was in. He could see the deep lines of worry and dark smudges under Dean's eyes. Walking up to his son, he sat on the bed. He could feel the tears and didn't stop them from coming. Pulling the blanket from the bed, he laid next to his oldest pulling Dean close to him with Bobby's help. Placing Dean's head on his chest, he felt his son snuggle close to him. He wrapped his arms protectively around Dean and fell asleep. That is how the father and son slept the rest of the day, and through the night in one another's arms.

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After three days of driving, they finally made it to their destination; stopping only for two nights, they made good time. Every time they stopped for the night Brian wanted to share a room with Sam. Jack told Brian that he and Sam will be sharing a room together.

One of the nights, Jack sat on Sam's bed to have a talk with him. He could tell there was something wrong. From his experience, he knew what it was going to be about and he wanted Sam to talk to him to get it out in the open.

"Sam, I know what Brian did to you, so you don't have to hide it. I can tell by the way he looks at you. The only reason why is that he did it to me when I was younger. He went to jail for it and got out six months ago. He's not supposed to be anywhere near us while he's on probation. I think he threatened my mom somehow to make him stay here. When I find out what he did, he'll pay with his life. No one threatens my mom and gets away with it. So please talk to me, so I can help you."

"It was my first night at your mom's house. I helped her with the dishes and he hit and slapped me over a cup. Afterwards he came into the room with his friends. I could tell they were drunk when they came in. Three of them held me down while the other one….he pulled…I tried to get them off of me." Sam felt ashamed.

"Sam, you don't need to feel ashamed by this. It wasn't your fault on what they did to you. Don't worry; I won't let Brian anywhere near you. If he tries anything, I'll make sure he pays with his life."

Sam could tell that Jack meant every word he said. He could see a lot of Dean in him.

After getting settled in their cabin they rented for the week, they rested for the remainder of the day after they did grocery shopping. After having dinner, they sat around the T.V. before heading for bed. The cabin had three bedrooms and one bath. Two of the bedrooms were on one side and one on the other side. One bedroom had two twin beds while the other two had queen sized beds. Jack and Sam shared a room together so he could keep an eye on his cousin.

After breakfast they all headed to Jill's favorite place that she and Mary went to. She wanted to show Sam his mother's favorite spot of the park. Driving two miles up the road, they pulled into a parking lot. The place was going to be a three mile hike into the park. They brought with them some water and their lunches. There were places for them to eat along the way and at the site. As they walked Jill told Sam on how she and his mom loved this place, and they had been coming here for years before she met John.

"Sam, Mary and I came to this place every year for six years, and we can't get enough of this place. You'll see what I mean when we get there. It's breathtakingly beautiful. It's our favorite spot." Jill couldn't wait to see Sam's expression.

Sam was taken away at the beauty that was before him. He could tell why his mom loved this place. The view was breathtaking to say the least. Sam couldn't keep his eyes off at the scene that was before him.

Standing on top of the little hill before you came to the lake was a giant mountain that Sam never saw. The top of the mountain was covered in snow that sparkled like diamonds when the light of the sun hit it. Moving down from the mountaintop, there were evergreen trees as green as emeralds. Some had snow on the branches that sparkled against the green of the trees. Going further down the mountain the colors changed from a dark purple to brown to black and the ends at the green meadow that lye in front of the mountain. The lake held the reflection of the mountain which added more to the beauty of the scene that stood in front of them.

Sam was in awe at the sight that he was looking at, now knowing why Jill loves it so much. To him, it was like seeing his mom for the first time. Yes, that sounded weird to him, but that's how he felt.

Jill and Jack watched Sam for a long time as he looked at the mountain. Jill could see Mary in Sam at that moment. It was the look she had when they first saw it. She took a picture of Sam's look so she could treasure it. Asking Brian to take a picture of them standing in front of the mountain, she promised to give a copy of the photo to Sam so he could have it to remember his mom.

After lunch, they headed further up the path to show Sam some other parts. Jill told them to go ahead so she can pay her respects to Mary. Following the path Jill said to go, Sam was pushed into one of the big pine trees. Standing in front of him was a very angry Brian hitting Sam hard with his fist in his stomach, then in his ribs. If Brian wasn't holding Sam he would be doubled over on the ground. Feeling a sharp pain in the head, he knew Brian hit him with his fist. Seeing black dots forming in his vision, he shook his head, not wanting to black out being pinned to a tree by an angry Brian. When his vision finally cleared, Sam saw that Brian was going to hit him again. Waiting for the blow, the only thing Sam could do was to wait for it. Feeling the pressure being taking away and falling to the ground, Sam opened his eyes to see Jack fighting with Brian.

"Sam! Run now. Get away from here as fast as you can. Don't stop or look back. Keep running. Go Sam. I mean now!" Jack turned back around to face Brian. As he did, he felt white hot pain in his chest.

Sam watched in horror as Brian stabbed Jack in the chest with a knife. Jack stared at Sam with wide eyes trying to form words to get Sam to move. Seeing his protector saying the word go with no sound to it was all that Sam needed to run away from the scene.

Walking up a hill wasn't always the easiest thing to do, but running up hill for your life was even harder. Feeling the burning sensation in his lungs, Sam kept going. Stopping wasn't an option right now; getting away was. Looking behind him, he could see that Brian was right behind and gaining the distance. Pushing harder, his lungs really started to hurt as his legs. The path had rocks and tree roots protruding from the ground which made it more difficult for Sam to run any faster without tripping. Knowing if he did, Brian would catch him or he'll fall to his death. Right now Sam was running out of options. It was a win-lose type of thing for him. Running was the best option that Sam had at the moment and there was no way he was going to stop.

Right now he wished he had his family next to him. The thought of not seeing Dean again pained him. Even though Dean didn't want him anymore, it still hurt to think of not seeing him again. Not seeing his family again pained him to his deepest core. With that in mind, he pushed himself harder and ran faster. His legs started to feel like spaghetti and his lungs couldn't get enough air in them.

Sam felt something hard hit him from the back knocking him over the edge of the cliff. Trying to stop his decent, he started to grab for what he could only to feel a sharp hot pain going down his leg. Whatever he hit turned him around to the other side of the cliff. Feeling himself rolling further down, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. The hit was hard enough to take Sam's breath away.

Trying to catch his breath, he saw Brian walking towards him with an evil smile on his face. Trying to call for help was hard when you didn't have any air in your lungs, but Sam tried to call for help knowing that Jill was still around. Every breath he took was painful as was moving. He had to try to get away from Brian, but whatever he hit wasn't easy to get off. No matter how hard, Sam tried he couldn't get his body to listen, so he just laid there and waited for what was about to happen.

Brian grabbed Sam by his arms and tugged him off the log; every tug sent waves of pain through Sam's body. He tried to cry out in pain, but there was no air in his lungs. Every wave of pain took what air he had left out of him. Finally he got Sam off the log and dragged him to the steepest part of the hill. With one finally look at Sam, he let him go and watched.

"Your dad took my supposed wife to be away from me, so I'm taking you away from your dad for good." Brian laughed as he watched Sam spiral out of control.

Sam tried to grab onto Brian to stop his fall down the hill. The only thing he could grab was grass and pine needles. As he rolled down the hill, he felt his body hit sharp objects. Every hit, he heard his bones breaking and more pain shoot through his body. The thought of him ever stopping his decent ended when he felt a stabbing pain in his shoulder, and his head hit hard against a rock before blacking out.

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In a hotel in New Mexico, a name was being screamed. "SAMMY!"

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That Brian in one evil bastard in my book, if you ask me. What he did to our Sammy wasn't right.

There's a secret behind Brian's action, I didn't feel right to put it in this chapter. It will be in the next one on what happen to him. And why he thinks he and Mary should be married.

Dean and John will get the call they fear, that something happen to their baby.

When they find out what happen to their Sammy, there will be a lot of quilt for one member.