Ok big warning evil cliff hanger ending on this chapter and I know that this chapter is really short. I will get up the next chapter in a few hours I'm in a hurry so I don't have time to add the next one now. Sorry but hang in there I will update one more time before I stop for the night.

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Chapter 26

Dean stared down at the body in shock he knelt down to the broken and bleeding body. "You have got to be kidding me!" He knelt down to the lifeless body and brushed the hair away from the familiar face. Still a stranger but somehow familiar. "Melissa?"

Melissa's sightless eyes stared at the dark night, reflecting the shimmering stars in the heavens. Her face had an expression of shock on it. At least her death was quick. Dean prided himself on the accurate shot he had managed to make even after he had seen Sam's limp body.

Sam. Oh no, Sam! Dean turned his attention back to his brother's body. It was rapidly loosing blood staining his clothes and the surround ground a dark crimson. "Shit!" Dean tugged open Sam's shirt and almost gagged when he saw the wounds. They were deep, deeper then he had originally thought.

"Well here comes another trip to the hospital, Sammy." Dean said gently and lifted his limp brother into his arms.

"No…no, hospital." It was barely a croak squeezed out of Sam's constricting neck muscles.

"Sammy?" Dean asked looking hopefully into his brother's dark eyes.

"It's Sam." Sam croaked again and looked to his brother with glassy eyes.

"We have to get you taken care of." Dean said gently carrying Sam back to the impala. He could come back for their stuff after he got Sam settled.

"I s-said n-no hosp-hospital." Sam stuttered stubbornly. He managed to glare at Dean.

"Ok, princess. This is what we are going to do." Dean said firmly as if he were a teacher talking to a stubborn student. "We are going to take you to the car, I'm going to come back and grab our gear. We will go back to the motel and Dr. Dean Winchester is going to look you over. If the wounds aren't too bad, no hospital if they are a hospital visit is a must."

"No, I-I'll lea-leave." Sam said his eyes straining to stay open so he could glare at Dean.

"I'd like to see you try. You can't even walk. Freak." Dean said quickening his pace. He could feel Sam's warm blood covering his hands and it was making him sick to his stomach. 'Man, how much blood is he loosing?'

"Dean." Sam's voice was barely a whisper now.

"What? What is it Sammy?" Dean asked his voice full of worry as he saw Sam's struggle for consciousness.

"I see it. It's coming." Sam said his eyes no longer focused on Dean but at something off in the distance.

"What? What is coming? Sam talk to me!" Dean asked angrily. He didn't know what the hell was coming after them now.

"The black dog. It's coming!" Sam said he turned his gaze back to his brother's stricken eyes. "Dean I didn't see the dog five times, I thought it came for me five times but I was wrong. I never actually saw it one times. It came again tonight. Now it is coming to finish the job."

Dean choked back a sob and tightened his grip on his brother. "Damn it, Sammy. Why didn't you tell me?" He waited for a response but none came. He started to panic and laid Sam gently on the ground and shook his brother's shoulders roughly trying to get a response. "Sam? Sammy? Sam!"

Sam's eyes blinked and he took in a deep breath. His eyes focused once again on Dean as the black dog neared their position. "Dean…I love you." He closed his eyes and allowed his breathing to stop and his heart slow. He was ready.

"Sam, no don't do this to me please!" Dean wept bitterly and shook his brother again. "Sam? SAM!"