Thanks for the reviews. This is the final chapter as always I hope it doesn't suck too badly.

Phobia

Chapter fourteen

Dean watched in horror as the elf suddenly materialized on top of Sam's body and then proceeded to push his head even further down into the water. Dean reacted immediately; he threw himself off the bridge not in the least concerned about hitting any obstacle that lay in the water below. He landed a few yards from his brother and quickly swam over to him, but once he reached Sam the elf vanished. He rolled his brother onto his back to check his breathing. He knew an injured person shouldn't be moved but he had no choice, he had to get Sam's face out of the water. Tears welled up in his eyes when he couldn't hear or feel any air going in or out of Sam's lungs. Dean put two fingers against his brother's neck and could detect a faint heartbeat; at least his brother was alive. Dean pinched Sam's nose closed and then put his mouth over his brother's mouth and gave him two quick breaths, as he did he began pulling his brother toward the shoreline stopping ever so often to give him a fresh breath of air. When he reached the shore he pulled Sam up onto the ground ignoring the homeless men who gathered around him, asking him a million questions.

"Why'd the kid jump?"

"Is he dead?"

"Why'd you jump in after him you could have killed yourself?"

"Kid's dead isn't he?"

The questions continued one after the other but Dean ignored them, his only thought was saving his brother.

"Damn it Sammy breathe!" He shouted in frustration when his brother didn't immediately start to respond. He gave him a few more breaths then began pressing on Sam's chest hoping he would cough up the water in his lungs. Finally after a few minutes Sam began to stir, but the second he did Dean saw the elf appear near him and Sam's shoulders would slump and he rolled his head to the side and once more he'd sink into unconsciousness.

"Get away from him you son of a bitch!" Dean shouted as he reached in his pocket for his lighter and aerosol can but discovered that both were gone, they had fallen out when he had hit the water. "Son of a bitch!" Dean pulled Sam away from the elf and continued breathing for him, but as soon as Sam would start to come around the elf would reappear and somehow cause his brother to stop breathing again. Dean knew he couldn't keep this up forever, and then he thought of something. He gave Sam two more breaths then pulled him closer to the homeless men's fire. "Where are you you son of a bitch?" Dean looked around for the elf who had vanished apparently not wanting to get close to the fire, but Dean knew it was out there somewhere just waiting. Dean continued working on Sam until he regained consciousness. He looked up at Dean confused.

"What….What's going on?" Sam managed to get out between coughing up water and gasping in much needed air.

"You tried to kill yourself again."

"I did?"

"You don't remember anything?"

Sam shook his head.

"Just waiting for you to call."

Dean looked around, was the elf gone, or was it just waiting till they got away from the fire, waiting to once more take his brother back to the brink of death. He knew he had no choice; he had to get Sam out of there and checked out at a hospital, he could have inhaled all kinds of bacteria from the water which could eventually prove fatal.

"Can you walk?"

"Yeah, I think so." Sam felt horrible, his head was pounding and it was hard to get a decent breath but he too knew they had to get out of there.

They started to slowly walk away from the fire when all of a sudden Sam collapsed and began gasping for air. Dean knelt by his brother's side and watched as the elf's barely visible form appeared next to Sam. He quickly dragged Sam back toward the fire and patted him on the back till he coughed up even more water. Somehow the elf was causing Sam's lungs to fill up with water even though he was no longer in the river. Dean knew Sam couldn't take much more he had to do something before the elf managed to kill his brother….and then he thought of something. He reached over and picked up a nearly full bottle of rum that was lying near the sleeping bag of one of the homeless men and ignored the man's protest as he opened it. He then once more began to lead Sam away from the fire, and once more the elf's shimmering image appeared next to Sam causing him to collapse to the ground, but this time Dean was ready. He threw the bottle of rum at the elf spilling most of its contents onto it. He then reached in the fire, burning his hand, and pulled out a burning stick of wood which he also tossed on the elf. A high pitched scream pierced the night as the elf, now fully materialized, began spinning in a circle as it swatted at the flames that enveloped it. The homeless men stepped back away from the scene their eyes wide with both fear and disbelief each one believing he was having some kind of an alcohol induced hallucination. The spinning only caused the flames to burn even stronger and within seconds the elf's body was fully engulfed in flames. It gave one last high pitched scream then fell to the ground where the flames quickly turned its body to ash. Dean looked at the homeless men's shocked faces and smiled.

"Guess he didn't know how to drop and roll." Dean said with a little laugh.

The men all looked at him but didn't say a word each one believing they were all having the same hallucination.

Dean walked over to Sam who already seemed to be improving.

"You okay."

Sam nodded.

"And you?" Sam nodded toward Dean's burned hand.

"Nothing a little burn cream won't fix." Dean offered his good hand to Sam who took it and pulled himself up. "I say we get the hell out of here." Dean knew the screams from the elf could have been heard a long way off and would attract unwanted attention. "Can you walk?"

"Yeah."

They climbed the steep river bank together and got in the car with Dean driving and Sam leaning his head against the passenger's door, even though the elf was gone the near drowning had taken its toll on him, he was exhausted. Dean patted his brother on the leg.

"Let's get out of here and get you looked at." Dean said as he turned on the engine. He knew there was no way they could go to the hospital in town since he was now wanted by the cops, he'd have to take Sam to an out of state hospital. His brother was breathing better and should be okay, and he knew the few hours delay in getting him looked at wouldn't cause any more damage. Dean was already making up a story to tell the hospital….

"How 'bout my brother had one too many and slipped off a river bank and fell into the water?…..Yeah that would work." He looked down at his hand which was bright red and already starting to blister he knew it would be hard to hide….."Okay how 'bout this….. We were camping and drinking and I heard my brother fall into the river and when I got up I slipped and my hand went into the fire…. Sound good?" Dean glanced over at Sam who had already drifted off to sleep. Dean smiled to himself, content in the fact that Sam was okay, and that the elf had been destroyed. As long as they were both alive, and relatively unhurt, plus had rid a town of a supernatural creature….then all was well at least until next time. He reached forward and turned the radio on low then tapped his hand on the steering wheel to the beat as he headed out of town wondering where their next hunt would lead them and whether their luck would hold out.

The End