Chapter three- Final chapter

Sorry this took so long, I've had assignments galore lately. Learning about the body is so much work. But it also helps in my writing with providing information which is accurate. Thank you to everyone who's continued to read this one. I do hope to continue to write and improve my writing. I write when I can. Between being a parent and studies and having a social life. Anyway, here's the final part. If you have ideas for a story I'll gladly love to bring them to life for you.

I own nothing and all mistakes are my own.

Part 3

Dean gripped onto the leather bounded steering wheel tightly, his knuckles whitening as his grip tightened. His focus was strong and driven. Driven by the anger towards the ghost of Mr Fredricks but also the anger he had for himself for putting Sam in this position. In his mind, there was one way to fix the damage. And that meant, in his mind, ending that damn evil son of a bitch for good. Even if that meant him getting hurt in the process. He was too angry with himself to care about how this hunt went down, he didn't care for back up. In fact, he thought if something were to happen to him that he would deserve it, especially after what he had done to his brother.

Dean drove through the now quiet town as a light sprinkling of rain covered his windscreen. Taking a case in a smaller town had its benefits at times. In this case it meant almost nobody was on the roads at this time of night which meant an easy clear path for him to speed through and nobody to tell him otherwise.

As Dean's emotions clouded his better judgement he pulled into the dampened gravel covered road that welcomed him into the entrance of the cemetery. The once painted black metal now chipped off the entrance gates and displayed a layer of thickened orange rust thanks to years of neglect. The strong winds of the night provided an eerie screech from the gates as the un-oiled hinges struggled to work with each other as they moved with the wind. The sound echoed through the moonlit cemetery as Dean parked the car and made his way to the trunk. Looking up he took in the views of the night sky. The light and wispy clouds now making a clearing to allow the moons light to shine through. One thing he was thankful for though was the light casting down and the small drizzle of rain he'd driven through had eased up and now looked to be clearing. From experience he knew how much it sucked having to torch a ghost in the darkness of the night while it poured down rain.

Swinging his loaded bag over his shoulder with flash light in hand Dean made his way through the cemetery checking each of the grave stones as he searched for the name 'Fredricks'.

"There you are." Dean said aloud to himself as he pulled his bag from his shoulder and rested it down beside his feet.

"Now for the fun part. I get to dig up your bones and watch you die you stupid son of a bitch." He forcefully pushed his shovel into the earth below as he began to dig. Each shovel movement making him feel more accomplished knowing he was closer to ganking the bastard. Soon a familiar hard surface was finally hit.

"Ha-Ha! That's what I'm talking about! Time you went bye-bye Mr Holey." Dean covered the bones of Mr Fredricks in salt and doused the remains in lighter fluid. Reaching for his lighter he felt his phone start to buzz. Because the second half of this hunt had so far gone down without a hiccup, without a second thought he answered the call.

"Yeah?"

"Hi, is this Mr Floyd?"

Floyd? He had to think for a moment, with all the fake names they used it wasn't exactly easy trying to remember who was told what and for what reason. Then it clicked. Floyd. Sam Floyd. It was about Sam. The last time they'd used that name was when he'd checked Sam into the hospital. They'd known he was his brother but that was about the only honest thing they would get from him. Panic began to arise as his heart rate increased, his protective instincts kicking in and adrenaline flowed through his body. Why would they call unless something bad had happened he thought to himself.

"Hello? Are you there?" The voice of a woman said through the phone.

"Uh, um, Yeh, sorry who's this?" He knew who it would likely be and made a face for asking such a stupid question.

"Mr Floyd, My name is Renee I'm the Nurse who was supposed to be taking care of your brother tonight."

"Was?! What do you mean was?! What happened? Where is he?"

"Mr Floyd if you'd just calm down we can-"

"Don't tell me to calm down! What's wrong with my brother?!"

"I'm sorry but he woke up in a frantic state and we had quite a bit of difficulty calming him down, we gave him a mild sedative expecting it to take effect shortly after we administered it but when we returned to his room a little while later, he was gone. Mr Floyd, there is great concern for your brothers safety right now. If that sedative takes effect while he is alone or behind the wheel of a car then he is at great risk of further injury to himself and potentially those around him."

"I'll find him." Dean ended the call and stuffed his phone into his back pocket.

"Dammit Sammy, where'd you go now?" Knowing he had to button this hunt up Dean flipped his lighter open as a small flame surfaced. As he did so a familiar supernatural coldness enveloped his surroundings as the wind once again picked up causing the flame to snuff out.

"No, not now god dammit! There's the Winchester luck." Looking around he saw the familiar face of Mr Fredricks. Knowing his shotguns were useless he reached down for his shovel. Sam had insisted a while back that the shovels blades be made with iron in case they'd eventually run into problems during salt and burns that resulted in the pair not being able to access their guns. It had been one of Sam's more brighter ideas.

"Come on, come and get it! I tell you what, for twenty I'll fix your face and for fifty I'll knock it off. Take your pick ugly!" Dean called out to Mr Fredricks.

Mr Fredricks continued his path towards him as Dean swung the shovels blade through Mr Fredricks face. Looking around he knew he didn't have long before Mr Fredricks made an appearance again. Unawares to the ghost of Mr Fredricks behind him, Dean continued holding the shovel ready to give Mr Fredricks another swing through the face. Without any warning he was thrown through the air. His back colliding with a grave stone. Feeling the pain erupt on impact he cried out in pain and swore. Looking up he saw Mr Fredricks, knowing that the ghost hadn't finished with him. Dean scrunched his eyes shut as he prepared for whatever else was to come. For whatever more pain was to be inflicted upon him. But it never came. Instead he heard a howling scream from the ghost of Mr Fredricks. Opening his eyes Dean saw the ghost before him alight in flames as his form disintegrated into the earth below.

Looking back over to the open grave Dean saw the familiar silhouette. Squinting, to better take in the image, he was sure he knew the person who stood before the open grave which now was alight and providing a warmly glow of the area surrounding it.

"Sammy?"

Getting to his feet proved to be a difficult job as his back stiffened and protested to cooperate.

"Sammy?!" This time Dean called out louder as his voice was heard by his younger brother.

And with that Sam turned around, now making his way over to his injured brother. Reaching him Dean gripped his brother and pulled him in for a much needed hug.

"Dean? You okay?" Sam asked as his older brother took in the sight of him. Though he was standing Sam looked like he shouldn't be. His complexion was one too many shades of pale for Dean's liking, his eyes sunken and tired enough to look like he'd been without sleep for a week and a light covering of sweat covered his face which for Sam usually meant a fever or the kid wasn't feeling too well or in the most usual case, he was in a severe amount of pain.

"Am I okay? Look at you! You like like friggin Casper meets sleepy the dwarf minus the whole height thing... Hospital called me, told me you decided you wanted to put your face on the side of a milk carton, care to explain?" Dean was far from impressed with his brothers escape charade. Still worried, he visually gave his brother a once over to check for further signs of injury or signs his brother was hurting, it was part of the big brother act that came naturally to him. Dean placed a supportive arm behind his brothers back as Sam quickly pushed it away knowing his brother was turning into mother hen again.

"I'm fine Dean, really. Figured you'd probably...you know...feel guilty about what happened and go and try to end this on your..own.." Sam could feel his head beginning to swim while his heart pounded in his ears, his vision starting to cloud and his legs starting to feel heavier. One feeling he was all too familiar with, it was one of the many downsides to being a hunter, the injuries. Luckily his brother knew the signs to look out for, the colour further draining from his brothers face, the familiar swaying. He placed the reassuring hand behind his brother again.

"Woah, Sam? C'mon, let's get you sitting down okay" Dean pulled Sam's arm around his shoulder and the other wrapped behind Sam's back as the brothers made their way to the car together. "Hospital said they gave you a mild sedative before you decided to turn into Forrest Gump and run the hell outta there". Sam gave a weak laugh at his brothers comment.

"Mus...be...kickin...in then..." Sam grinned as his speech began to slur as he fought to stay conscious. Dean had managed to get him into the passenger side of the Impala as he pushed through the aching pain in his back. It didn't matter that he hurt right now, his focus was Sam and getting him back to safety.

"Yeh well start getting used to things behind kicked in because I swear to God if you do that again I will damn near kick that face of yours in, and you and Mr Fredricks can have matching wounds" Dean watched his brother for a moment, he could see the level of pain Sam was in etched into his face.

By the time Dean made his way into the drivers side, the sedative had taken its effect and Sam was out to the world. Knowing they wouldn't be staying in town for much longer Dean drove back to the motel with his brothers favourite soft rock station playing, in hopes it would help make the trip back more peaceful for his younger sibling.

"Hey, wake up sleeping beauty. I'm not dragging your ass in there." Dean shook his brothers shoulder as Sam continued to remain dead to the world. "Sammy! Up and at them!" Sam's eyes shot open as he took in his surroundings.

"Hey, take it easy. You gotta get yourself inside, I can help but I can't lift you. Ghost screwed up my back-" Dean, about to exit the car, was interrupted by his brother.

"Hey Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"Next time you wanna be Peter Pan, learn to fly, maybe then you won't hurt your back."

Sam smirked as waited for his brothers response. Going by his brothers facial expression he wasn't impressed.

"Real funny coming from you, you trying to be one of the lost boys?" Sam broke out into laughter and gripped his bottom right side as it protested the movements.

"Ow, don't make me laugh. Hurts."

Dean's smile faded as the reality of the situation came back to him as well as the guilt he forgot he was carrying.

"Sam, I'm sorry. If I hadn't been-"

"Forget it man, I heard you already. In the hospital, I could hear your voice. Not all of it, just bits and pieces, but I heard you."

The brothers sat in silence for a moment. Sam's face forming a grin as he thought.

"Dean, what if I was born a girl? What would you have done?" Sam smiled at his brother.

"What'd you mean? You basically are a girl. With the hair and all, oh and it explains why Mr Fredricks went after you. You want me to keep going? Because I could keep going."

"Shut up" Sam replied with an eye roll and winced as he used the Impalas door frame to help get himself vertical again. Dean rushing over as quickly as his body would allow him to to help provide his brother with the much needed support.

Together the brothers made their way inside to yet another temporary home ready to sleep off the effects that the hunt had given them.

The End.