Hey everyone this is going to be my last update for the night I'm really tired. Work was a stressful day and it took a lot out of me. I hope everyone enjoys this next chapter though. Thanks for the reviews I appreciate them.

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Chapter 10

Sam pulled the old truck up outside of the falling apart church on the outskirts of town. Apparently a girl that had been killed in a tragic fire there was haunting it. Sam pulled his ghost hunting tools out of the bag on the passenger seat and let himself out of the truck.

The girl had been cremated but Pastor Jim had found what she had locked onto. Sam had to go in and destroy it, quick and simple. Sam let himself in the door groaned noisily on its hinges. Sam's breathing was heavy his thoughts kept returning to his brother.

He knew Jim would keep his promise and keep an eye on Dean but he couldn't help but worry. A flash of lightening and boom of thunder made him jump slightly. A few minutes later the heavy pattering of rain on the roof was the only sound he could hear. He was glad he had gotten here when he did.

A loud crash echoed from somewhere in a back room. Sam swallowed a lump that seemed to be stuck in his throat and made his way further into the church.

Dean awoke to the sound of rain pounding on the window. He glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. Almost 11:30pm, he looked to Sam's bed to make sure Sam was still asleep. Sam's bed was empty as was the duffel that had been resting on the chair in the corner of the room.

Dean knew what had happened. Sam had been so disappointed in him that he had left. Dean felt tears watering up in his eyes and brushed them away. He could hear Jim and someone else talking in hushed voices down the hall.

Dean stood slowly from his bed trying to make as little noise as possible. He didn't want Jim to know he was awake, or alert him to what Dean was going to do. Dean didn't grab much, just a flash light, some matches, his wallet and jacket. He froze when he heard Jim and the other man walking towards his room.

He felt himself relax when the two men turned into the library next door and edged over the largest window. He pulled it up and slipped out into the driving rain, shutting the window behind him.

Dean didn't pull out his flashlight until he got to the edge of the woods, he didn't want to draw attention to himself. The lightening flashed and was followed by a boom so loud it made the ground shake. Dean shivered as the rain poured down his neck and shirt. He pulled his jacket closer around his body and made his way into the thick trees. He knew what he was doing was best for everyone.

"So he hasn't spoken to Sam since?" Bobby asked incredulously following Jim into the library.

"No, he ignored him completely at dinner. I'm afraid if we don't get through to him soon he will do something incredibly stupid." Jim said and sitting down on the soft couch while Bobby did the same.

"So how is Sam taking it?" Bobby asked settling himself comfortably against the couch cushions.

"You know Sam. He's not doing too well. I had to practically force him out of the house tonight to go chase some local haunting. They need a little break from each other. Dean needs time to go through the facts that there are two weeks of his life that he will never remember." Jim said resting his head on his hand. "You had amnesia once didn't you, Bobby?"

"Once, yeah. It wasn't easy either. I don't blame Dean for brooding about this." Bobby said rising from the couch. "I'm going to go check on him. If he's awake I will see what I can do to help him. If he's asleep I'll keep an eye on him."

Jim smiled and watched his friend leave the library and quietly enter the room next door. Bobby's footsteps were soft so as not to disturb Dean if he was still asleep. A moment later though Bobby's distressed cry made Jim come running to his friend's side.

"Bobby, what is it?" Jim asked before seeing Dean's empty bed.

"Jim, its Dean! He's gone!"

Sam was pretty proud of himself by the time he left the church. The ghost had been a bitch to deal with but he had managed it all by himself. Dean would be proud. The ghost had been determined not to let Sam destroy the organ in which it had so desperately clung.

The rain was still pouring down in heavy buckets but it didn't bother Sam at all. He drove peacefully back to Jim's. He flipped through the radio stations and finally found something that made him happy and hummed along with it.

It only took him twenty minutes to get back to the house and was surprised when he recognized Bobby's truck parked outside behind the impala. "What's Bobby doing here?" Sam wondered aloud. He popped Jim's church music back into the cassette player before turning off the truck and trudged through the mud and gravel to the front door.

"Hey Jim, I'm back. Is Bobby here? I saw his truck outside." Sam offered as a greeting while kicking off his muddy shoes.

Bobby walked down the hall to greet Sam. He looked a little pale but he greeted the young man with a warm smile. "Hi Sam. Its good to see you again."

Sam smiled back and shook the older hunter's hand. "Hey Bobby. Good to see you again, although I'm a little puzzled on why you're out here."

"Heard you boys were out here and wanted to make sure you were ok." Bobby stated simply.

"How's my brother? Is he still sleeping?" Sam asked making his way to the hall so he could go check on Dean.

"Actually Sam, he's not." Bobby said stepping in front of Sam blocking his path.

"What's he doing?" Sam asked trying to side step Bobby to get to their room.

"We don't know. We can't...well." Bobby hesitated not knowing how to break the news to Sam.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Sam demanded and managed to side step Bobby successfully and started on his way down the hall when Bobby grabbed Sam's arm.

"Sam, Dean isn't in there." Bobby bit his lip waiting for Sam's reaction.

"Then where the hell is he?!" Sam demanded feeling dread fill his stomach.

"Jim and I went to check on him and Dean was gone." Bobby said and quickly took a step back from Sam just in case Sam decided to take a swing at him.

"What do you mean he was gone!" Sam yelled his face turning red with frustration.

"Just what I said. He is gone. Jim and I were on our way out to find him." Bobby said trying to get Sam to calm down.

"JIM!" Sam thundered so loud that it made the booming of thunder outside sound quiet. Bobby flinched and Jim slouched into the room, looking very guilty.

"Where the hell is my brother!" Sam yelled at Jim.

"We are going to try and go find him now." Jim said quietly.

"No, you are going to stay here! I will go find my brother! Bobby you come with me, Jim call us if he comes back on his own!" Sam shoved on his muddy shoes and took a flashlight out of his pocket.

"We will call if we find him." Bobby said and pulling on a jacket.

Sam nodded and ran back out into the pouring rain, Bobby on his heels.

Sam and Bobby split up once they reached the edge of the woods. Bobby heading off to the left while Sam took off to the right. He kept his eyes on the ground for any signs of his brother. The rain continued to pour down chilling him but he didn't falter as he trampled through soggy leaves and mud.

He had been walking for almost fifteen minutes when he found a sneaker imprint in the mud, filled almost to the top with water. Sam fingered the edge of the print and figured it was Dean's. Sam knew his brother had passed this way but that he was probably a good distance ahead of him now.

Biting his lip in determination Sam followed the water filled tracks and pulled his cell phone from his pocket. He dialed Bobby's number and waited for the other hunter to answer.

"Sam, did you find him?" Bobby's voice was filled with hope.

"No, not yet but I found his trail. He headed off in this direction." Sam said continuing to follow the trail. "I suggest you head over in this direction just in case. Our best bet is that Dean found somewhere to rest for the night. He isn't up for a lot of traveling."

"I'm on my way." Bobby clicked the phone shut ending the conversation.

Sam shoved his phone back into his pocket and pulled his own jacket closer around him. He was getting chilled the rain and cold were sending goose bumps down his back and making his hair prickle on the back of his neck. He knew if he was cold Dean would be freezing, Dean had been out here a lot longer than he had. The prints indicated that.

Twenty minutes later into the search and still Sam had come up with nothing except for watery prints. The rain had finally died down to a light sprinkling for which Sam was grateful. A cold wind had replaced it making the temperature drop another five degrees at least.

Sam's body was shivering, his teeth chattering but he didn't seem to notice. All he could focus on was the fact that his brother was out here somewhere. Off to the distance Sam heard running water and knew he was close to a small stream that eventually led to the river.

Sam knew that Dean wouldn't be up for too much hiking and would camp for the night somewhere close to running water. It was something they had been taught from an early age. If lost in the woods take advantage of any water source.

Sam headed towards the stream slipping and sliding in the mud. He almost fell a couple times but managed to catch himself on tree trunks or branches. As he got close to the stream he almost fell down a steep embankment. He was only able to catch himself by grabbing onto a half broken branch, almost as if someone else had also tried to stop their fall by grabbing it.

Sam pointed his flash light into the hole to see how far wide and deep it was. His heart clenched when he saw a familiar leather jacket and sandy hair. His brother was face down in the hole, not moving in the mud.

"Dean!" Sam cried and crouching down and sliding down on his butt to his brother's side. He flipped Dean over so that his face was free from the mud. Dean was extremely pale but was still breathing. Sam tried to brush some of the mud from his brother's face and drew his hand away in shock from the heat radiating from his brother's body.

Dean was shaking uncontrollably. Sam took off his own jacket and wrapped it around his brother's shaking body. He held Dean's head in his lap as his trembling fingers once again dialed Bobby's number.

"Sam, I'm on my way I'm tracking you guys." Bobby answered.

"Bobby, I found him. He needs help!" Sam said his voice trembling from the effort to keep his emotions in check. "He fell down a hole, he's burning up."

"Call Jim. Tell him to get extra blankets and warm clothes ready. We have to get Dean back to the house and warmed up as fast as possible." Bobby ordered firmly. "I will get there as fast as I can. Hang in there, Sam."

Sam hung up and dialed Jim's number.

"Sam?" Jim answered. "Did you find him?"

"Yeah I did. He fell down a hole. He's burning up with a fever. Bobby said to get lots of blankets and dry clothes ready. We will be there as soon as we can." Sam said checking Dean's pulse.

"Consider it done. I will see you soon." Jim hung up leaving Sam in the dead quiet around him. The only sounds his pounding heart ringing through his ears.

"Hang on, Dean." Sam whispered into his brother's ear. "Please, just hang on."