Chapter 21

Hunter, hunter, hunter. I'm a hunter, I'm a hunter, why can't I remember? Geoff thought lazily as he was being helped down the corridor by the youngest Winchester brother. They're also hunters. He kept repeating the words over and over again in his head, still hoping to ring a bell when finally something hit him. It felt like the entire castle had fallen down on top of him, pain stemmed from every nerve ending in his body. He tried to yell out, but was in too much pain to do so and he merely sunk towards the ground, tears rolling down his cheeks as strange pictures started flashing through his head, a woman, a baby, a road, a rainstorm. The pictures bombarded him and the woman and child came into his head once again.

"Emily...Leah." He whispered through clenched teeth. He felt Sam grasping him, heard a dull hum in his ears as the youngest brother spoke urgent words to him, but he could not understand what was being said. Blackness edged his vision, he was going to faint, he felt it, the world tipped around him, a high pitched hum slammed through his ears, he felt weightless, he was falling, no he was floating, the world dimmed and went black.

Sam stopped as Geoff started struggling in his hold, knees buckling, he started to slid to the floor and Sam was the only thing holding him up.

"Geoff?" Sam spoke quickly, all attention now turning to the young man next to him. Geoff couldn't hear him, he knew that he couldn't because he wasn't responding, he was lost in his own world, he whimpered pitifully, sounding like an abused dog, Samt ried to see his face, but it rolled from side to side, no strength to hold it up. Geoff tensed in Sam's hold and grabbed onto the youngest brother's arm as though to steady himself and pull himself back to reality.

"Emily...Leah." Geoff whispered, He tensed again and fell limp, his head dropping to his chest.

"Damn it!" Sam cursed and sunk slowly to his knees, puling Geoff along with him, he laid him flat, hoping that it would bring him around. He tapped the man's cheek lightly, calling urgently to him.

"Wake up! Geoff wake up!" Sam said rapidly. There was a moan of protest from the blonde on the floor and Sam urged further. "Yes, come on! Wake up! I need your help! We gotta help Dean!"

Icy blue eyes rolled open and stared around in a daze, not focusing on anything, just wandering. Finally the blue gaze came to rest on the dark haired Winchester supporting him. Geoff narrowed his eyes, trying to focus and recall the man's name...Sam, that was it, it was Sam.

"Sam?" Geoff tried, his voice cracking painfully. Sam nodded eagerly.

"What..happened?"

"You passed out on me man, what the hell was that? Who are Emily and Leah?" The youngest brother asked.

"My wife and daughter...I think. I don't really know, it is...fuzzy." Geoff whispered.

"You have a family?" Sam asked.

Geoff only nodded, he thought so and now the word hunter flashed through his mind again followed by another onslaught of crippling pain in his head as images of horrific creatures he thought only existed in nightmares attacked him. He hissed and whimpered, his stomach flipping uncomfortably from the pain in his head.

"Geoff! Snap out of it!" Sam replied, seeing a far away look cross the handsome features, followed by a grimace of pain and a hiss of discomfort. The young man moaned miserably, his hand flying to his stomach. Sam's eyes widened and he rolled Geoff onto his side...just incase.

"Get yourself together!" Sam cried, they didn't have time for this! They had to help Dean. The youngest brother was torn between going off in search of the kitchen pantry and leaving Geoff vulnerable on the floor, or staying near the man to make sure nothing happened to him. He made a move to get up, his borther crossing his mind and then looked to the pained man on the floor and thought twice. He moved closer to Geoff and waited until the pain subsided.

"I'm a hunter." Geoff said, coming out of the world of horrors and resting his eyes on Sam once again.

"You said that already, what's going on with you?" Sam questioned.

"I'm not supposed to be here. I saw it, I don't think I'm supposed to be here." Geoff mumbled.

"C'mon, we gotta get to the pantry." Sam said, the words that Geoff spoke laying heavy on his mind. He reached under the man's arms once again and pulled him to his feet.

Geoff complied, he didn't resist the movement, but he groaned as it tore through him like a knife and his hand flew to the gaping injury in his side, his palm came away slick with blood and bile boiled in the back of his throat. He fought it, he had to fight it, for the sake of the Winchesters.

"Oh god." Dean moaned from beneath Adrienne. She had pushed him back onto the ground and was straddling him, rather un-ladylike, as the snow melted into his back, soaking him through. He flet his life force draining from him, his mind was jumbled with strange thoughts and feelings and much to his dismay the memory of his brother started to slip away.

"Damn it, no!" Dean hissed, grabbing the memory and yanking it back, he didn't want to lose it, not again, he didn't want to forget who he was, not now, not when Sam was in the castle trying to help him. He had to fight it just a little longer, had to give his brother time, time to rescue him.

"Oh yes." Adrienne smiled and leaned down on hism once again. Her skin was cold and it gave Dean goosebumps as her icy lips brushed his neck.

"Here? This is the pantry?" Sam asked, pointing to a small door on the far side of the kitchen.

Geoff nodded dumbly, he kept slipping back and forth from his thoughts to the present and each time waves of pain would crash down on him, each time memories forced their way to the surface, he would be utterly useless, taken aback by the fire in his blood and the pain in his head.

Sam gently lowered Geoff to the ground near the counter and rushed to pull the door open. It was locked.

"Damn it, no!" Sam shouted at the door, glaring at it in disgust. He stepped back and threw himself into it, over and over again until he felt the hinges give way and he fell in an ungraceful heap on the wooden floor behind it. He clawed at the floor boards, pulling up a few loose ones and a dirtied shaft of iviry came into view.

"Yes!" Sam cried, quickly reaching for the matches and packet of salt that he held in his pocket, he poured the salt and struck the match, tossing it into the gaping hole in the floor and smiled in satisfaction as the bones went up in flame.

A god-awful scream came from behind and he turned, half-expecting Adrienne to bo standing there, but instead he only saw Geoff, pale and sweaty on the floor trembling and shouting as he was overcome once again. Sam grimaced, feeling sorry for him and went to his side, dropping to his knees and reaching out for the blonde man in front of him.

"Geoff, where's the next floor?" Sam asked, hoping to cut through the man's haze.

"Stairs....there." Geoff whispered, pointing to a dark crevice in the wall, Sam got up and went to it, noting that the stairs leading to the second floor were made of wood, he ripped the first stair up, it came easily, attached to hinges at the back, more bones showed up and Sam yelled out in triumph. He moved from stair to stair, uncovering other bones as he went. He turned to go back down them, salting each hole as he did so and when he had reached to foot of them he tossed the match, the entire stairwell was taken over by fire.

Sam rushed back to Geoff and shook him out of his daze. "Now where?"

"Each bedroom...upstairs has..has a closet, wooden floor." Geoff gasped out as yet another series of images took over. He arched from the pain, blood from the knife wound splattering the floor and Sam watched helplessly, grabbing him and yanking him upright, not caring if Geoff felt it or not, they had to get the rest of the bones, Adrienne had surely noticed by now and it wouldn't belong before she discarded his brother and came after them.