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Hide and Seek

Chapter 25 – Myer Mansion

The ghost quickly reached down and touched the unconscious form in front of him. "Foolish child, I don't have to take you to the tomb…you're already there!"

Dean watched in horror as his brother curled into the fetal position. Enough was enough this bastard was going down now! Dean grabbed the shot gun and taking aim decided it was time to let the ghost know he wasn't alone.

"Hey there Doc…looking for me?" Dean smiled as the ghost whirled, giving Dean the clean shot he needed. Dean smiled as he emptied both barrels into the figure. The ghost disappeared as the rock salt did its job. Dean quickly reloaded, but he hoped that he would be able to get them out of here before it returned.

Dean quickly walked over to the car and lifting the hood, checked the wires. Everything seemed to be in order. Next, he got behind the wheel and tried to start the car, but nothing happened. "Shit…I don't believe this!" Dean got out of the car and tried to decide what to do. He knew he couldn't carry Sam very far and the damn ghost had done something to disable his car.

"Well Sammy, it looks like we have to bunk down here until it gets light out…Maybe by then the car will run again." He grabbed Sam's pack from the back seat figuring that Sam had come prepared. Walking over to Sam, he groaned as he placed his brother across his shoulders in a fireman's carry. The loss of blood was really taking its toll on him, making it even more difficult than usual.

As Dean approached the door to the house, he paused senses alert for any possible danger. But the house appeared to be quiet. Luckily the old door was missing, so entry wasn't a problem and neither would a hasty exit…at least they wouldn't be trapped inside. Dean walked carefully into the small parlor off the entry way. There wasn't any furniture, but Dean figured he could grab the sleeping bags from the trunk. He gently placed Sam on the floor, concerned by the lack of response from his brother. "Ok Sammy, I'm just going outside for a moment…I'll be right back!"

Before he left, Dean reached into Sam's bag and pulled out the canister of salt. He placed a large ring around the center of the room. At least he hoped the ghost couldn't get to Sam while he was out in the car. Dean moved quickly as he grabbed what he needed form the trunk. Stopping, he decided to try the car one more time, but it still wouldn't start. Dean placed his head on the steering wheel for a moment giving into the despair. But a moment was all he could allow as Sam needed him.

Dean grabbed the stuff, glad that the car was relatively close to the house. "I don't know how many more of these trips I can make…lets hope we don't need anything else!" Dean thought as he fought against the darkness that was threatening to take over as his body began to give out.

The house was still quiet…almost too quiet. Dean walked towards the house and listened to the silence, shivering at the pure evil that seemed to ooze from the mansion. He had to get back to Sammy. Suddenly the silence was broken by the sound of the wood shutters on the house slamming shut. "Oh Crap!" Dean ran through the front door and almost made it into the parlor, but just as he approached the doorway, the pocket doors slammed closed. "Sammy!" Dean yelled as he kicked at the door. Dean pulled the gun from his pocket and aimed at the lock on the door. But even with the destroyed lock, the doors refused to open. "Hold on Sammy!" Dean ran for the Impala…he had to get the axe! Stumbling through the front door, Dean's knees almost gave way as another wave of dizziness assailed his senses, but he refused to give in. He had to get to Sammy before it was too late.

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Sam slowly opened his eyes trying to remember where he was. The air smelled stuffy and he was enclosed in complete darkness. "Dean?" Sam called quietly, he remembered finding his brother and then…it all came rushing back to him. The ghost of Doctor Myer had returned.

Sam could feel the trickle of blood from the head wound running down his face. But strangely neither his head or his broken wrist seemed to be bothering him. Sam decided that it was time that he try to get up…he needed to check on Dean. He was sure that Dean was hurt worse than he was letting on. He still shivered when he thought about how close he had come to killing his brother. He had to admit, at first it was kind of funny that Dean was invisible…but recent events proved how dangerous it could be. He hoped that spell wore off soon. He wanted his brother back, visible and healthy.

Shaking his head, Sam slowly started to sit up, but was stopped when his head hit something solid. Sam reached out with his hands, feeling the roughness of the stone above him. As he searched further, he could feel the stone walls surrounding him. Gasping, Sam searched desperately for his flashlight…he knew that he had put it in his pocket, but it was no longer there. "Dean!" Sam yelled again, his panic building as he realized where he was…but it couldn't be. This had to be another nightmare.

Sam could feel the air getting thinner around him, the blackness suffocating him. He needed light, light would send the darkness away. No, he needed to wake up…"Dean, please! I need you!"

"You're brother won't be joining you…he has troubles of his own right now. In fact, a little more blood loss and he may beat you to the next life!"

"You bastard…what have you done to him!"

"I haven't done anything to him…after all it was you who hit him with the car! Poor boy, medically speaking, his body is already shutting down. It won't be long before he will bleed to death."

"You're lying…I don't believe any of this…none of this is real!" Sam said forcefully, concentrating on keeping his breathing even. He had to believe that there was plenty of air, even though it felt like his lungs were bursting.

"Oh, but it is real Samuel. You and I are going to be best friends for the rest of eternity. I sense you wanted to know where I was buried…well now you know. You are sealed in the same crypt as my earthly body in the same cursed cemetery that I have had been trapped in all these years."

"NO! It can't be real…this is only in my mind and I will not let you win!" Sam tried to calm his breathing down, but his breath was beginning to come in short gasps.

"You just go on believing that Samuel…but when you breathe your last breath…you will realize your greatest fear…you will die alone and you will not be able to save your brother from his fate."

"NO!" Sam screamed, clawing at the ceiling above him as the Doctor's evil laughter echoed throughout the chamber.

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Dean held onto the Impala, desperately trying to get to the trunk of the car. He had to get the axe, he could hear his brother's screams echoing in the silence of the night. He had to get to him before it was too late. Dean's hand grasped the handle of the axe and started the journey back to the mansion. He fell to his knees, the axe dropping from his hand as his head continued to spin.

A breeze started to blow and was whipping up the loose leaves that swirled around the struggling form of the young warrior. Dean looked up and almost smiled as he saw the ghostly figure of the Doctor approaching him. Dean slowly reached into his jacket getting ready to pull out the sawed off shot gun that was loaded with rock salt. He had to time this right or both he and Sam would be in big trouble.

"Why do you struggle? Your brother will never wake from the nightmare I have placed him in. I can feel your body giving in to the loss of blood. You and your brother will pay for the death of my great grandson!"

Dean looked into the evil eyes of the spirit, his own eyes filled with the hatred that he felt for what this man had done and continued to do. He slowly got to his feet, venom dripping from his voice as he addressed the apparition in front of him. "You are the one who started your family's destruction…your pride and your greed have followed your kin from generation to generation. You are one sick bastard and I intend to send you to hell!"

"Brave words from a dead man. Look at you, you can barely stand and yet you think you can hurt me!"

"Who said anything about hurt! I'm going to smoke your ass you sick bastard!" And before the spirit could react, Dean pulled the gun from his coat and shot the spirit full of rock salt.

"NO!" The angry spirit yelled before disappearing into the night.

Dean wiped his arm across his sweaty face and took a quick look at his watch. He smiled as he realized why the spirit hadn't attacked him. The sun would be up any moment now…he had made it to dawn. Dean quickly reached for the axe and hurried to get to his brother.

Dean tried to open the doors, but they were still jammed. "Sammy…can you hear me? I'll be there in just a minute…hold on!" Dean held his breath, hoping his brother would respond. But there was nothing but the sound of soft sobbing coming from the other side of the door. Dean made short work of the door, dropping the axe and kicking the rest of the door in. As he entered the room he stopped, shocked at what was on the other side.

"Aw Sammy…what did he do to you!"

TBC

Raven524: Enough Sammy and Dean angst yet? They still have a little ways to go, the ride is going to be a little rocky!