A/N: This will be my last post until next week, because of work placement. I won't have access to the net, cuz I'm stayin wit my auntie. So I'll you'll have to wait until next week for chapter 15! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Cheerz!

SUPERNATURAL

DARKNESS RISING.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN-Winchester Worries

For a second, she stood frozen, urging her legs to move. To carry her some place safe.

Then the adrenaline kicked in and she ran.

Through the maze of barbed wire topped fences she sped, daring to throw quick glances over her shoulder to gauge the process of the weird, burnt but glowing child…things.

They were gaining…and fast.

Jo pushed herself harder, feeling a stitch develop in her chest, but she couldn't stop. Not now.

Again, she chanced a look, and was horrified that they were close enough to touch her.

Then, a door…thankfully…a door.

She didn't care were it led.

Jo dove into the gap and kicked the door shut behind her, catching the flailing limbs of the glowing things.

Their cries hurt her ears as they forced the door open, and piled on top of her.

Grabbing and burning they covered Jo, muffling the sounds of her terrified screams.

"GET OFF ME!" she cried, tears rolling down her face.

It hurt…it hurt so bad, and it was real, it wasn't a dream…she wouldn't wake up to Dean's worried gaze…no…she wouldn't wake up at all.

Speaking of Dean…he would never know, really, how she felt.

They would eventually find her corpse…Dean would cry, and then they'd bury her.

God mom would be pissed…

The pain increased as one clutched her throat, as she gasped for air, waves of excruciating agony spiked through her.

When she thought the pain would grow, she, quite thankfully, succumbed to the darkness…

OoOoOoOoOoO

Dean smacked the steering wheel and swore colorfully.

"Dammit! How could I be so stupid to let her come?" He cried, wincing inwardly as the loudness of his voice hurt even him.

"Dean, it's not you're fault! What if what went down at the motel, happened again? You saw how much blood she lost!" Sam exclaimed, trying to stop his brother from blaming himself.

"Yeah, cuz it's so much better now that she's in that creepy ass town all by herself!"

Again, he took he took his anger out on his beloved Chevy, punching the dash vehemently.

"Man, calm down. We're not gonna be able to help her if you're all wound up Dean! Just breathe!" Sam ordered firmly.

Dean glared at his baby brother, furious at the order, yet at the same time, proud.

The kid was getting an attitude, and a pretty fiery one at that.

The eldest guessed that was his own influence.

He closed his eyes and forced himself to take deep, even breaths.

She'll be okay, he told himself as his anger wilted, leaving only deep concern.

That's what confused him. He had never felt this worried about anyone other than his baby brother.

"Dean? You good?" Sam inquired gently.

The eldest gave a hesitant nod and opened his eyes.

"Yeah…I'm cool…" He looked around once more, scrutinizing every detail of their surroundings, but so far, zip.

It was a road, and fog. A bit of ash, but nothing really to indicate anything out of the ordinary.

"I think we should get out and take a look around," Sam suggested, moving to open the door, but his sibling stopped him.

In all his concern about the missing Harvelle, Dean hadn't check on his baby brother to see if he was alright.

"Wait Sammy, let me check you out," Dean said firmly.

A small smirk played at Sam's lips and Dean rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean college boy…let me see if you're hurt,"

Sam shook his head. "I'm fine, really. We should be worrying about Jo. She could be out there somewhere, badly hurt," Sam pointed out.

Yeah, great way to make a guy feel better, Sammy, Dean deadpanned inwardly. To Sam he said: "I know, but you're here right now, and if there's something wrong with you, I wanna fix it now, so you'll be up to helping me find her,"

After a few moments of consideration, Sam caved. Nodding his sore head, he allowed his sibling to examine him.

Dean probed gently at the bruising along Sam's cheekbone, and put some antiseptic on the abrasion on his jaw line.

"Nothing I can't handle," Dean said with a grin. "You've been hurt worse playing friggen Superman down the stairs,"

Sam snorted, remembering that day vividly. "Yeah, well, every kid thinks they can fly at some point…I may not be able to, but I can move things with the power of my mind," Sam waggled his fingers mysteriously and Dean raised an eyebrow, wondering if he had missed something important such as a concussion.

"Don't be so sure of yourself kid, that happened once, after you saw that freaky Miller kid put a hole in my pretty face," Dean shot back, his eyes glinting.

Sam rolled his eyes and pushed the car door open.

"C'mon, we're not getting any younger, lets go find Jo, before something else does,"

The eldest nodded in agreement. "Okay Stretch, lead the way,"

Sam loped forward on his long legs, and Dean trailed after him, casting weary glances all around him.

That's when Sam stopped, and Dean, oblivious to this, collided into the back of his brother.

"Dean, watch it!" Sam cried, startled at the sudden bumping.

"Sorry dude, but you're the one who stopped. What is it?"

"Jo…"

Dean stood next to his brother, and stared at the puddle on the road.

"Gross," he muttered, scrunching his face up.

Sam was pale. "Dean, its mostly blood…we have to find her, the poisonous gases could be—"

WHERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…WHERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Sam was cut off by the sound of a blaring siren.

It filled the air around them, and blasted at their ear drums.

The brother's exchanged glances.

This was definitely not good…

All around them a heavy blankness crawled in, blanketing their surroundings with its suffocating weight.

"Great," Dean muttered. "Attack of the creepy black fog,"

As the darkness touched them, chills of anxiety ran up and down Dean's spine.

All he could think of at this point was how Jo was alone in the darkness, scared and possible injured.

Then, the pitch-blackness was complete, and an eerie silence filled the air.

Sam dug around in the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small flashlight.

Switching it on, he swept it around their immediate area.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Sam mused aloud.

"You tell me and we'll both know," Dean replied, squinting into the darkness, detecting movement.

He nudged Sam gently, and pointed in the general direction of the disturbance.

The youngest arched the beam upwards, landing on a lonely figure, standing atop a jagged rock.

"What the—" Dean began as the silhouette started at the light.

It let out an unusual, but soulful cry, and stepped off the rock.

Whatever it was may have been human once, but it wasn't anymore.

Its legs bowed inwards as it clambered toward the brother's, it's burnt skin crackling as it approached.

Hot acid dripped from its twisted body and it reached out, moaning with desperation.

The brother's were frozen on the spot, and they could feel each other's fear radiating.

Neither of them spoke, as it got closer. They just stood wide-eyed, waiting for the inevitable.

It reached out, now close enough to touch them and grabbed Sam's biceps, squeezing hard.

Sam let out an agonized cry as the acid burnt through the skin and flesh, sending waves of pain through his body.

"Sammy!" Dean cried, pulling his .45 from the waistband of his jeans.

The youngest Winchester fell to his knees and Dean clicked the safety off.

Torn between saving his brother and fear, Dean hesitated, but only momentarily.

As Sam's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell to the side, limp, the eldest fired the whole clip into the creature.

It cried and screamed, its acidic blood, hitting Dean's exposed skin and burning at the flesh.

It was painful, but Dean put a fresh round into the gun, and began to fire again.

"Fuck…off…you…freaky…son…of…a…bitch," Dean said between shots.

Finally, it fell to the ground, unmoving.

Dean gave it a kick, before rushing to his brother's side.

"Sammy? Sammy!" Dean said, giving him a shake.

"Just five more minutes…" Sam muttered, his lids fluttering.

Dean suppressed a snort. His brother had only fainted.

He picked up the fallen torch and shone it on Sam's arms.

A handprint was burnt into the flesh on each arm, and yellow puss seeped from the wounds.

Dean winced. It must've been painful.

"Sammy, wake up. We gotta get you fixed up,"

"No…we have to get Jo…" Sam breathed, opening his eyes, finally.

"Sammy, we have to sort you out first, okay? It won't take five minutes," Dean promised.

Sam nodded shortly, accepting this, and knowing full well that Dean was going to keep his promise.

The youngest knew his brother cared for him, but his also knew that he was going to help Jo until there wasn't a breath left in his body, and hell to anyone who got in the way.

That was just how Dean worked…

Hope u enjoyed! Seeing as I'm not updating next week, I'll do a double update when I do! Cheerz!