Disclaimer: I still don't own Supernatural or its characters. I and am not making any money on this…I'm just having fun filling in the time until September!

Hide and Seek

Chapter 11 – Putting the Pieces Together

"I'm ffffine…just..just give me a minute." Sam tried once more to get to his feet; his only thought was to get away before the vision hit full force.

Dean watched in horror as Sam fell forward and hit the ground hard. Damn it, what kind of doctor would let this happen. He watched as the Doctor carefully rolled Sam over, he quickly reached for a swab and cleaned the cut on Sam's forehead.

"Hold on Sam, I'm going to get some help to get you into bed." The Doctor said as he quickly left the room.

Dean figured it was now or never. He quickly picked up Sam in a fireman's carry, praying that no one would notice the floating body as he exited the exam room. He quickly left the house, thankful that no one seemed to be outside at this time of day. Dean quickly placed Sam in the passenger seat. He paused for a moment before getting behind the wheel. "Shit Sam…you pick the dumbest moments…how am I suppose to get you back to the hotel!"

Realizing that it would only be moments before the Doctor would discover his missing brother; Dean saw one of Sam's hooded sweatshirts in the back seat. "Perfect!" Dean exclaimed as he grabbed the sweatshirt, pulling it on and putting up the hood before he got behind the wheel. "Let's just hope that the good Doctor doesn't call the cops…I don't think this disguise will pass a close inspection….hold on Sammy, I'll have you back to the motel soon."

Dean didn't like the paleness of his brother's face or the sweat that seemed to be pouring down his face. Normally by now, Sam would have come to, but for some reason his brother was still unconscious. He figured that the knock on the head wasn't helping matters any. Dean was glad that it would be dark by the time they got to the hotel…now if his luck would just hold out a little longer; he could get Sam somewhere safe.

Sam shivered as he felt the cold of the dark forest surround him. As he looked around, he noticed movement in the trees off to his left. Sam slowly walked towards the trees when he saw the end of a rifle appear from behind a tree.

Sam looked where the rifle was pointed; his heart suddenly stopped as he realized the figure in the line of fire was Liz. Sam shouted as he began to run towards the hidden gunman, but Liz continued to walk. Before Sam could reach the gun, he heard the shot and heard Liz scream.

As he turned towards the sound of the scream, he stopped. "Oh God, Liz!" She was lying on the ground and she wasn't moving.

Sam jerked awake, trying desperately to focus his eyes as the wave of nausea hit him full force. "Oh God, I couldn't save her!" Sam cried, tears running down his cheeks.

Dean had been in the washroom filling the ice bucket with water to help Sam. He rushed back into the room and immediately went to sit beside his brother who was trying to get out of the bed. "Sammy, it's ok…you're safe. We are back at the motel." He gently tried to get Sam to lay back down, but Sam pushed against Dean's hands.

"Dean, I think I'm going to…" Sam looked up at his brother, trying to focus on his brother's face.

"Hold on Sam, I've got the trash can right here for just such an emergency!" Dean helped Sam to the edge of the bed and supported him as his brother lost his lunch from earlier. Dean normally would have rubbed Sam's back, but with his current injuries, that wasn't possible so he resorted to supporting Sam as he continued to heave.

Sam's head was still swimming, probably from the drugs that the good Doctor had given him. That was probably why he felt sicker than normal. Sam groaned as he sat back up, glad that Dean was holding onto him as he felt like he was going to fall over. "Man, what was in that shot?" Sam moaned as he leaned forward again, a new wave of sickness hitting him.

"Shot? What shot Sammy?" Dean was even more concerned now. It that Doctor did something to Sam, he would be sorry. No one hurt his brother…live or supernatural.

Sam gasped, trying to catch his breath as he sat back. "Some kind of pain killer…I don't think he meant to make me sick Dean…after all, it wouldn't look good if his patients died due to one of his treatments…ah, Dean?"

"Yes, Sammy?"

"How did you get me here…I mean, how?" The last thing Sam remembered was hitting the floor in the Doctor's office.

"Simple really, I just picked your heavy ass up, drove you here and carted you into the room." Dean said innocently.

"Dean what would you have done if you were seen?"

"Give me some credit Sammy, I used one of your hooded sweatshirts…from a distance, it looks like someone is behind the wheel. The rest, we just got lucky. Now, are you ready to tell me about the vision?"

Sam sucked in his breath; he should have known that Dean wouldn't let it slide. "Can I have some aspirin and water first?" Sam asked quietly, the pounding in his head was still hammering away at his skull.

"Sorry Sam, since we don't know what was in the shot, I don't want to give you any medicine. Is it really bad?" Dean winced as he saw his brother grimace, trying to hide the pain from him. He quietly handed Sam a bottle of water and watched as Sam tried to drink some of it down. After a few sips, Sam put the bottle on the nightstand and sighed, he didn't need to see Dean's face to know that his brother was worried about him.

"I'll be fine Dean, but we have to get out to Liz's house and soon. She's in danger!" Sam related his vision to Dean.

"I'm betting the person behind the rifle was the good Doctor, or someone he hired. He really hates Liz and her family."

"I think you're right Dean, he as much as admitted to me that his great grandfather had Liz's family removed from the town. Apparently the Myer's family doesn't like competition."

"That's not all, guess who used to own the forest before giving it to the town?"

Sam didn't need to think about the answer. "The Myer family…I wonder why they donated the land though?"

"I'm guessing our friendly neighborhood ghost had something to do with it. Besides, they needed to do something to get the rest of the Town's people to forget that they did nothing to help them during the epidemic. What better than a gift of land."

"Yeah, but we still don't know what happened to Matthew" Sam said dejectedly as he could feel what little energy he had begin to leave him.

"But I haven't told you the best part…I found great grand daddy's journal. I'm betting that what we need is somewhere within these pages." Dean pulled the journal from inside his jacket and placed it on the nightstand.

Dean noticed Sam's eyes beginning to close. He figured that his brother was probably close to the end of his rope, especially since the drugs were probably still in his system. "Tell you what Sammy, you get a little rest while I pack up the car and call Liz. I think we better relocate to her place…somehow I don't think this town will be too safe for us after your little visit with the good Doctor."

"Sounds good Dean, but I'm driving…at least until we get out of town. I really don't feel like visiting the local jail right now…the beds are too hard."

"Sure Goldilocks…just get some rest and we can discuss the driving arrangements when the time comes." Dean helped Sam get comfortable on the bed before he started preparing to leave. He just hoped that they could prevent Sam's vision from coming true. Grabbing his cell phone, he placed the call to Liz…after a few moments of discussion, he started loading the car. He took the precaution of putting on clean jeans and wore Sam's hooded sweatshirt again, just in case anyone was watching.

A half hour later, Dean sat beside Sam and gently woke his brother. "Come on Sam, it's time to go. Liz is expecting us and will meet us at the edge of the forest."

Sam groaned as he got shakily to his feet. He smiled as he saw the clothes his brother was wearing. He had to admit that Dean's get up might just get them out of town, which was good, because Sam was having trouble keeping his eyes open. "Ok Dean, lead the way"

As the black Impala left the parking lot, a dark figure watched from a parked car on the street. Recognizing the young man from earlier, the Doctor put the car in gear and began to carefully follow the car. A short time later, he stopped following the car and headed back to his home. He needed to prepare, besides he know where they would eventually end up and he planned to be ready.

TBC

Raven524: Thanks for the great reviews. I'm glad you all are enjoying the story so far. Just keep hitting the review button…it's better than chicken soup!