Title: Stone Cold Crazy

Author: Disasteriffic Kaz

Info: A witch, a Basilisk and the Winchesters walk into an abandoned amusement park…it's either a bad joke or a recipe for disaster. Post 3x10 "DaLDoM" hurt/limp/awesome!Sam/Dean with a side of awesome!Bobby

Author's note: Yeah…it's slightly short but BUT you're getting more chapters than originally planned as it I was going to end it with 7 but Janice convinced me it needed more so…it's a tradeoff. LOL You don't really mind, do you?

Do please Review once you've read. :D Every comment and vote of support helps keep me writing. Not to mention if I've pooched anything, someone can always tell me. :P

Beta'd by the always awesome JaniceC678 :D – Friend and Muse's co-conspirator.

-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-

The already chilled air cooled even further and Dean looked up, watching the spirit of the boy materialize above him in the car. "Son of a bitch!"

The boy's ghost looked down at him sadly and pointed one, shimmering hand at Dean. "You left me," His voice whispered out.

Dean's eyes widened in surprise. He swung his legs up into the bottom of the car, holding tight as it swayed and he wedged himself in next to the seat. "Didn't think you were real, kid." Dean stared up at the ghost and felt a pang of guilt. "I'm sorry."

"Help me."

The ghost flickered away and left Dean swinging in the car sixty feet up. He looked out over the park, shadowed in darkness with wisps of fog floating among the derelict rides and groaned. "This is not my best day ever."

CHAPTER 8

Dean eased up into the seat, careful as the car swung slowly, and held on tight. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Kid, I fall off this thing, I will kick your ass in the afterlife." He opened his eyes and leaned over the side. It was hard to make out the ground from his height in the darkness. He groaned as he got on his knees, stretching out to reach the support at the side of the car while his back protested the movement and his bruised ribs reminded him they were still bruised.

The car swung hard and Dean jerked his arm back inside, clinging to the rail. "Shit!" The temperature fell again, and the ghost of the boy appeared hanging in the air just outside the car. "You're really startin' to piss me off, kid!" The car rocked again, more forcefully as if in response. "Come on!" Dean pried one hand free and dug his phone out of pocket, hastily flipping it open and dialing as his perch rocked to and fro. "Pick up, dammit. Pick up!" He listened to it ringing while the boy watched him curiously. "Sam? You two need to come GET ME THE HELL OFF THIS DEATHTRAP!" He shouted into the phone. "Ferris wheel! Hurry up!" The car shivered and rocked hard, and Dean dropped his phone in his haste to get both hands back on the rail and not fall. "Dammit!" He had a dizzying view over the side to watch his phone tumble into the darkness below.

-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-

Sam stared at his phone and then over at Bobby. "The Ferris wheel?"

"I hate ghosts," Bobby groaned. "Disembodied relocation crap. Come on." He'd heard Dean's voice loud and clear as Dean had yelled into the phone. He took Sam's arm and turned him around. "Sam."

"Yeah." Sam put his phone away and tried to swallow around the lump of fear in his throat. He couldn't think of a single good reason for throwing his brother on the top of the Ferris wheel that didn't involve dumping him off. Dean's fear of heights must be choking him up there. He knew the anger was a mask to hide it. He shined his light behind them down the tunnel and wondered where the basilisk had gone and, more importantly, where Margerie was. He found it hard to believe she had just lost interest and left.

Bobby pulled Sam with him out of the funhouse and helped him down the stairs. "That leg of yours is gettin' worse, isn't it?"

Sam shook his head and looked up to the top of the Ferris wheel in the center of the park. It was too dark to see much other than the dark outline of the structure against the clouds, but as he squinted, he could see something moving wildly at the top. "It's fine, Bobby. We need to hurry."

Bobby growled but kept pace with Sam's long, limping stride. He swept his eyes around them, irritated that a fog had sprung up and was slowly creeping between the rides and buildings, like it needed to be any easier for the basilisk or that witch bitch to sneak up on them. They rounded a collapsing line of concession stands and crossed an open area toward a carousel. The Ferris wheel was beyond it. Sam's head jerked up at the sound of his brother's voice raised in a shout and carried down to them in the otherwise silent park.

"Dean!" Sam shouted and broke into an uneven run, ignoring the painful twinges from his thigh and the dizziness still plaguing him from blood loss. He was thankful neither Bobby nor his brother had yet noticed the way he kept reaching down and testing the wounds, paranoid that at any moment he would feel stone beneath his hand instead of skin. Knowing he was immune and believing it were two different things. He pushed those thoughts aside as he heard his name yelled from above.

-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-

Dean stretched over the side of the car, swallowing hard as his stomach churned at the height and got a hand on the bar connecting his car to the wheel's frame. The ghost boy still hovered a few feet away, just watching, and it was getting on Dean's already frazzled nerves. He took a deep breath and leaned out to get his other hand across and shouted in fear as the car lurched again. He momentarily considered how strange it was that his stupid fear of heights hadn't even crossed his mind when he'd been climbing all over that damn roller coaster while Sam was in danger, but now it was threatening to immobilize him if he let it.

"Dammit!" Dean fell back into the seat, bracing himself as it rolled sideways to show him the view below before evening out again. "Knock it off already!" His left foot slipped off and he pulled it back up. "SAM!" He yelled breathlessly. "What the hell do you want?"

The child's ghost tilted his head and the car began to sway again and roll with Dean inside. "You left me."

"I…did not! GAH!" Dean lost his grip as his legs came un-wedged and swung out. His hold on the safety bar was the only thing stopping his fall.

Sam took his phone back out as they reached the bottom of the wheel. It was choked in weeds and shrubbery that ran most of the way up the structure, clothing it in a green veil. He dialed his brother and stumbled to a stop as he heard Dean's ringtone from the ground at the base of the wheel.

"Must have dropped his phone," Bobby said as he slid to a stop and looked up. "I'm gonna go up." He took Sam's arm. "You keep that recorder handy and your eyes peeled. Now'd be a damn good time to come at us."

"I got it. Go!" Sam gave him a push toward the wheel and then followed the sound of Dean's ringing phone. He climbed over the lower struts and ducked under a weed choked car. He pushed through a wall of brush, ducking as the vines clung to his hair. Another shout from Dean dragged his head back up and he gasped. His brother was dangling in the air below the top most car. Sam dragged his eyes down the side of the wheel and saw Bobby almost halfway up to him.

"Hurry, Bobby," Sam breathed fearfully, practically crawling out of his skin with frustration at not being able to go help his brother himself. He looked back down and dialed Dean's phone again as it had gone silent. It was close. Sam bent, shoving his hands into a clump of leafy vines and felt around as the muted strains of a metal song played. He jerked his hand back as he felt something narrow, smooth and cold and suspiciously familiar. "What the hell?" He put his hand back in and pulled it up, his jaw dropping in surprise as he held a bleached white bone in front of his face.

-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-

Dean dangled from the bar and kicked his feet, trying to get one leg back up on the edge of the seat. The ghost appeared beside him, watching. "What, dammit!" Dean gasped, trying to get a better grip. "What do you want from me?"

The ghost raised a spectral hand toward him. "You left me."

"No." Dean's eyes widened as the hand neared his head. He tried to jerk back, but he had nowhere to go, hanging as he was. "No!" He slammed his eyes shut as the boy's fingers slid into the side of his head and white exploded behind his eyes…

"Come on, Joey! Don't be such a woos!"

Joey looked up the Ferris wheel at his older brother and his friends. They had climbed nearly halfway to the top and he shuddered with fear. "Al, I don't wanna!"

"Joooey's a woooosie! Joooey's a woooosie!" his brother and his two friends sing-songed from above.

It was night and the park hadn't been open in years. They had dared him to climb the Ferris wheel, and it had sounded like fun until he was standing under it. Joey sighed as they teased him and started to climb. He didn't want his big brother to think he was a woos. "I'm not a woos!" Joey shouted back to them and climbed faster. He pushed his blonde hair out of his eyes and didn't look down. He focused on the bars in front of him as he went and was actually surprised when he ran out of bars to hold on to and reached the top.

"Al?" Joey looked around in surprise to find that he was alone on top of the Ferris wheel. "Guys?" A chorus of laughter drew his eyes down to find his big brother and friends hastily climbing back down.

"Too slow, Joey!" Al shouted back up as he jumped off and grinned up. "You better hurry if you wanna catch us!"

"Al!" Joey yelled and watched as they ran off and vanished into the park, laughing. "Don't leave me up here! AL!" Joey rubbed his face on his shoulders to brush away the tears that started to fall and sucked in a terrified breath as he looked down. "Al," he called weakly and started to shake as he cried. Joey sniffed and let his head fall on the bar in front of him. "I can do it. I'm not a woos. I can do this." Slowly, he moved his hands and feet and climbed down one bar. He blinked to try and clear his watery vision and climbed down another few feet. He gasped as his foot caught in a patch of vines and tried to shake it free. His hands were sweaty with fear and slipped on the cool metal, and then with a cry…he was falling…

Dean was falling. His eyes shot open as felt himself fall and then grunted in surprise when his arm was caught in a firm grip. He looked over and let out a breath, his eyes falling closed again. "Bobby!"

Bobby groaned, feeling both his shoulders protesting. "Twice in…one day…arms are…gonna be longer…."

Dean felt himself thump into the metal supports of the Ferris wheel and reflexively grabbed on with his free arm. He heard Bobby groan with relief as he took his own weight. "Thanks, Bobby," he managed, and if his voice was a little shaky, Bobby gave no sign he noticed. Dean looked back up to the car that still swayed but was settling and suffered for the little boy abandoned by his big brother. He felt a spurt of anger for the kid's brother. In his mind, you never EVER left your little brother in danger and scared. Sure, he'd terrorized Sam when they were kids like any self-respecting big brother was supposed to, but he'd never risked him being hurt; not once.

"Dean? You alright, son?" Bobby climbed down beside him and watched his pale face with a frown. "Saw Casper with a hand in your noggin."

"Where'd he go?" Dean stared up at the car and then around the frame of the wheel.

"Poofed off." Bobby thumped a hand into his shoulder. "C'n we get off this deathtrap now?"

"Sam?"

"Down there, waitin' on your slow ass," Bobby rolled his eyes and started down.

"You left him on his own?" Dean glared and began picking his way quickly down the spars.

"You're welcome!" Bobby called after him, shaking his head and starting down himself.

-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-

Sam watched his brother drop with his heart in his throat and was dizzy with relief when Bobby caught him at the last second. He swayed for a moment and allowed himself to take a deep breath once he saw Dean firmly on the support strut with Bobby.

"Thank God," Sam breathed. He wiped sweat from his brow and looked back down to the small clearing he'd made with the help of Dean's machete. He'd uncovered most of a skeleton, and Sam sighed sadly as he realized it was small…too small to be an adult. It had to belong to the boy they had seen. He bent and cleared a little more of the brush away, revealing the skull and reared back as the ghost appeared over his skeleton.

"Whoa!" Sam staggered back, his right leg going out on him, and landed in a pile of brush and vines. The boy's face was angry as he stared down at Sam. "Easy! I wasn't doing anything to you. I promise. I'm sorry." Sam spoke calmly and hoped there was something of the boy left to understand him. "Why did you try to hurt my brother?"

The spirit's face went from angry to confused. "Big brother."

Sam nodded, surprised. "Yes, Dean's my big brother. Why did you try to hurt him?"

"He left me." The boy's face became angry again, but he was no longer looking at Sam. He was turning to look up at Dean and Bobby climbing down.

"No! Wait!" Sam got to his good knee, desperate to distract the spirit before it went after his brother again. "Please. Dean never left you!"

"He left me." The boy's voice whispered out and he looked back down to Sam. "He'll leave you."

Sam sucked in a breath at the truth of that statement with Dean's deal looming over them. "No." Sam shook his head. "He won't. He never would. Please…"

"Sam!" Dean jumped to the ground and ran, leaping over clusters of shrubs and bushes to reach his brother. He stepped in front of him where he sat on the ground, placing himself between Sam and the boy's ghost. "Joey, you leave him alone! You hear me? He's not you and I am NOT Al!"

Joey stared up at Dean, his brows drawing together. "You left." He reached an arm out and then let it drop. "You're leaving him."

Dean jerked as if struck. "No, I'm…no." His voice was strained and thick with emotion. "I don't want to. I don't have a choice, Joey. This is…this is different than what Al did to you."

"Who's Al?" Sam whispered to Bobby as the older Hunter reached them and knelt beside him. "How does Dean know his name?"

"His big brother and his buddies," Dean didn't take his eyes from Joey, but he backed up a step to make sure he blocked the kid's view of his brother. "They tricked him into climbing this thing and then left him up there. He fell."

"Those are his bones then." Sam tapped Dean's leg and pointed past him into the greenery. "Found those when I dug out your phone." He shifted so he could see around Dean's legs and felt sympathy for the boy. "Joey, that was a long time ago. You've gotta let go now. You don't have to stay here."

Dean growled a warning as Joey's ghostly eyes shifted to find his little brother again. "Joey. Don't." He put a hand behind him and shoved Sam's head back behind him. "Bobby, get him away from here."

"You think I'm leavin' you behind, you're stupid," Bobby snarled up at him and made a silent promise that one of these days he was gonna make that boy see that he was worth saving too.

Dean spared a dark glance behind him. "Can we argue about this later?" He looked back and frowned as Joey suddenly glanced down beneath him to his bones. "Joey?"

Joey looked back up quickly, his face full of fear and met Dean's eyes. "Run."

"What?" Dean asked as the ghost flickered out of sight. The ground beneath the skeleton erupted up into the night in a shower of wood, metal, stone, leaves, and bones as the basilisk exploded up from beneath in the center of the Ferris wheel. Dean spun and threw himself over his brother with Bobby as the debris rained down on them.

"Sam!" Bobby yelled and grunted as various hard and heavy things fell into his back. "You've got the recorder!"

Sam shoved at Dean's weight above him and got a hand between them and into his pocket. He could see the creature over his brother's shoulder as it slowly curled down to look at them and opened its mouth wide.

-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-

To Be Continued…