AN: I know that I did that whole thing backwards, that involves Sam, but I didn't feel like re-writing it, so I'm leaving it, and who knows, maybe it could happen like that. And it is my story, so I could have it happen that way. lol

Chapter 11

Sam walked inside the bedroom he shared with Jess, and heard the shower running. He chewed on the cookie as he sat on the bed, smiling to himself, knowing he was back and could be with her once again. He swallowed the bite in his mouth as he lied down on his back, his head on his arms, with his eyes closed.

After a few moments, he felt something drip on his forehead, making him turn his face to one side. He felt another drip, jerked away from it, and finally opened his eyes. He stared straight upward, eyes widen, mouth open in shock and fear as a gasp escaped his lips. He sat up slightly, arms to his sides, as he stared up at the ceiling, where Jess was pinned against it, stomach slashed, blood soaking the white nightgown she was wearing. Her mouth was slightly open, eyes unfocused, her eyebrows slightly turned downward.

"No!"

Flames erupted around her, covering the whole ceiling, and quickly began to cover the walls.

"Jess!" he yelled, bringing his arms near his face, trying to protect it from the fire. "No!" he couldn't move from the position he was in, he couldn't get himself to get up and leave. "No, Jess, no!"

Sam woke up with a start, heart pounding, sweat dripping off his face, the memory of that night still fresh in his head. Sighing, he sat up while moving his hair out of his eyes. He looked around the room and saw that Dean hadn't returned yet. Lifting up his arm, he checked his watch. "Three hours… where is he?" he climbed off the bed slightly to grab his cell phone out of his jacket that hung on a near by chair. Turning the phone on, he went down the list until Dean's name appeared, and he pressed 'ok' and then again to dial. Putting the phone to his ear, he heard it ring.

"This is Dean Winchester, if this is an emergency, leave a message."

"Hey, Dean, it's me. Where are you? You have been gone for three hours, and you haven't even bothered to call to let me know what is up. Call me back, man." Sam hung up the phone, laid it down on the bed beside him before getting on his feet, and headed toward the bathroom.

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"Come on," Dean mumbled while he tried to get his hands free. Groaning out of annoyance, he stopped trying and glanced at Summer. "This is just great, you know. Who knows where this cave is, and Sam doesn't even know where I am."

"That is your fault," Summer said turning her head to look at him.

"Excuse me?"

"If you were smart enough, you'd tell Sam where you were going."

"Are you calling me stupid?"

"Yeah, I guess I am, Dean."

"I am not stupid. I didn't even plan on coming to the damn mountain! " he snapped with a slight attitude. "If I knew I'd end up here, then yes, I would have told him."

"Well then maybe you should have called him when you got here."

"Well, maybe you shouldn't have been captured by this thing, because quite frankly, it's your fault we are in this mess."

"Maybe Sam shouldn't have suggested splitting up. None of this would have happened if we stayed together."

"Ok," he started, stopping them from continuing with the blaming. "We need to stop blaming each other, and even Sam, because it won't help us with this situation."

Summer nodded. "You're right, it won't. So what should we do?"

"I'm thinkin' about that," he said while he looked around the room.

She sighed and leaned her head back, letting it rest on the cave wall while she closed her eyes.

Dean tried getting the ropes off his arms again, not wanting to sit there and do nothing.

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Sam tucked his hands into his jean pockets while he walked down the sidewalk, walking away from the motel. He kept wondering where Dean was, and whether he would be back soon or not. Deep down, he felt as if something wasn't right, and that he should look for him. Sighing, he glanced around the area and saw that most of the stores closed, which seemed a bit odd considering Tennessee was a busy place. "Maybe they close at a certain time?" he asked aloud. "Ah!" he stopped walking when he got a sharp pain that felt like knives stabbing against his skull. He put his hands to the side of his head as his vision was starting to turn blurry while white covered everything around him. The white got brighter as images began to show up. He groaned out of pain while the first image started to show up even more.

Dean walked along the pathway at the mountain glancing around the area every so often. His eyes soon landed upon the yellow police tape that had "Police Line: do not cross" written on it. Stepping closer to it, he looked down and he saw dried up blood from the missing couples. His head snapped up, and turned toward the right when he heard a yell. "Summer," he spoke while he took off in the direction of the yell. He kept on running until he came to a stop in front of a large oak tree. He looked in every direction trying to figure out which way the yell came from. "Oh, come on!" he murmured under his breath when he couldn't hear anything. The yell suddenly stopped, and everything quickly turned silent. Sighing out of annoyance, he turned around, only to fall backwards after something hit him on his head, knocking him out cold.

Sam groaned again while the image slowly faded away, and the white began to fade away along with it, as his vision slowly came back. He kept his hands on the side of his temples for a few more minutes before he finally was able to see correctly. "Dean…" he said before he took off in the direction of the mountain.

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"Dean!" Sam rushed over to him, and immediately got down on his knees, grabbing the ropes that kept Dean's arms behind him.

Dean lifted his head up, waking up at the sound of Sam's voice. "You have no idea how glad I am to see you, Sammy."

Sam finally freed his arms and began working on the ropes that tied his legs together.

"How'd you find us?" Dean asked while bringing his now sore arms in front of him.

"I had a vision, and when I got to the mountain, I walked for a while after I noticed you're car, and I saw a cave while walking along the pathway, and I thought I would check it out. I didn't think I'd see you two here," Sam looked at Summer and saw she wasn't awake. "What happened to her?"

"That damn wendigo knocked her unconscious."

"Why'd it knock her out?"

"I'll explain it to you later," Dean stood up slowly, keeping his hand on a rock for support to keep him from losing his balance. "We didn't think you'd find us."

"Be glad I had a vision," Sam made his way toward Summer and began undoing the knots on the rope. "We need to get out of here, and fast, the wendigo could show up any minute."

"You mean to tell me it's not around?"

"Yeah, that's what I'm tellin' you. I didn't see any signs of life when I walked in. The only thing I did see was two people who are already dead."

"Be glad you didn't hear them die," Dean sighed just at the thought of the event hours earlier. "Let's get the hell out of here."

They managed to get Summer free and have her arms over their shoulders as they began their walk to the entrance of the cave.

Dean shields his eyes a little with his hand when the sunlight shone on his face once they stepped outside. "Sunlight… didn't think I'd see it again."

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When they reached the motel room, they brought Summer to one of the beds and laid her down on it. Dean sat down on the other bed, facing her, while Sam walked back to the Impala and grabbed a bag that held the first-aid kit. Sam came back in, headed to the bed, pulled out some peroxide and a small bandage to put over the cut above her left eye, and got some gauze to clean the cut with before covering it with the bandage.

"So, what happened?" Sam asked while he poured some of the peroxide on the gauze and brought it to her cut, and gently cleaned it.

"Well, Summer had managed to get her arms free, which I wonder how when I couldn't. The wendigo came in right when she was starting to untie the knots on her legs, and he walked up to her, and then hit her with whatever it was," Dean explained.

"We'll need to keep an eye on her then. She could get a concussion from the impact if he hit her hard enough." Sam put the bandage on the cut after he cleaned it and stood up afterwards. He faced Dean and stepped closer to him. "You'll need to clean that cut. If you want me to, I can clean--"

"I can clean my own cut," Dean said interrupting him while grabbing the peroxide and the gauze out of his hands, and stood up to look in the mirror that hung on the wall beside the two beds and started to clean the cut.

Sam walked over to a chair, sat down and looked over at Summer before looking back at Dean. "You know we'll need to go back to that cave and kill this thing."

"I know that," Dean said while he put the cap back on the bottle before he headed to the trash bin, and threw the gauze away before walking back to the bed and sat down on the edge. "That sucker is goin' down."

"I wish we could have saved that couple…"

Dean sighed. "I know me too. Like you've said in the past, we can't save everyone."

"And that's what sucks."

"Definitely sucks."

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"Hmm…" Summer opened her eyes, and slowly sat up.

"Hey," Sam stood up and walked up to her. "How do you feel?"

"Ok, I guess. What happened?" she asked while she looked around, and saw she was at the motel. "How'd I get back here?"

"Sam found us," Dean spoke up.

She looked over at him who is still sitting on the bed. "How?" she asked with a confused expression on her face.

"I had a vision, and it showed Dean at the mountain being kidnapped by the wendigo," Sam explained.

She nodded slowly now understanding. "How long I have been out?"

"A few hours," Dean told her.

"How's your head?" Sam asked her while he eyed the bandage and saw that the blood was still seeping through it.

"It hurts, but it's expected when getting hit in the head by… what was it that the wendigo used to hit me?" she asked looking back at Dean.

"I'm not entirely sure. It might have been a rock."

"A rock… of course," she sighed. "Did you kill it?"

Sam shook his head. "No. When I found you two, it wasn't there. Dean and I are going back to kill it."

"Then I'm going with you."

"That's not a good idea, Summer," Sam said. "It might be best if you stay here. You've already gotten hurt, and you could get hurt even more, or worse die if you come with us."

"I don't care."

"Well I do," Dean spoke up while his voice was stern. "I don't want you coming with us and that's final. End of discussion."

"You can't tell me what to do, Dean. I can take care of myself."

"Oh, you sure took care of yourself earlier. You were captured by that thing, you got yourself knocked out by it, so yeah, you can take care of yourself," he said sarcastically.

Summer pressed her lips together and kept her eyes locked with his. "I'm going whether you like it or not."

"No you're not, not while you are with us."

"What're you going to do? Because I'll go no matter what you say."

Dean stood up off the bed, walked over to her and picked her up, swinging her over his shoulder and headed toward the bathroom.

"Put me down!" she demanded while she tried to get out of his grasp.

Dean walked into the bathroom and he set her down on the floor in front of the bathtub before he quickly left the room, and closed the door behind him before he grabbed a chair and stuck it in front of the doorknob so she couldn't get out.

Dean turned around and faced Sam. "We're leaving now."

"Open the door!" Summer yelled as she banged on it. "Let me out!"

"Come on," Dean grabbed his car keys off the table and his jacket before heading toward the door.

"Sam let me out!"

Sam glanced at the door for a moment, listening to her yell and bang on the door. "Sorry, I can't," he said to her before walking out of the room and walked to the Impala after closing the door to the room and locking it in the progress. Closing the car door after getting in, he looked over at Dean. "You know she's going to be even angrier when she sees us later on."

"I don't care," Dean said while he put the key in the ignition and started it a moment later, then backed out of the parking lot.