Dream Slayer

Chapter five

"It's already marked me." Sam said softly. "I'm next."

"Oh that's just great Sam!" Dean shook his head and looked away. "Well then we're leaving this town and getting as far away from it as we can."

"You know that doesn't make a difference once you're marked. It will follow you where ever you go. It will be coming for me tonight."

"Damn it Sammy!" Dean slammed his hand down on the steering wheel.

"So that means this Joe revenge thing is over?" Sam asked looking over at his brother.

"No, it only means it gives me more incentive to beat the hell out of him."

"Come on Dean…"

Dean ignored Sam and sped off toward the McMann house. He swallowed the bile that was rising in his throat. The thing was coming after his brother tonight. His brother who had just been badly injured. If anything happened to him because he was too weak to defend himself… Right now all he wanted was to punch someone, and that someone was Joe McMann.

The McMann house

Dean squealed to a stop in front of the house. Joe was in the driveway working on his car with one of his friends.

"You stay in the car." He ordered Sam.

"Dean, let it go…" Sam tried once more to talk Dean out of getting revenge for what McMann had done to him.

Dean slammed the door and ran over to Joe.

"Hey!" He yelled when he reached the driveway. "Are you ready to take on someone who knows you're coming at them! I told you if you touched my brother again you were mine!"

Joe came out from under the hood.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He growled.

"What's the matter big man? Can't you fight someone that's not unconscious?"

Joe looked over to Sam who sat in the car watching.

"Oh, so if it isn't the Hardy boys. You think you would have learned your lesson by now. Get the hell off my property!" Joe walked towards Dean..

As he stepped closer Dean could see Sam's blood still on his clothing and boots.

"You son of a bitch!" Dean shouted and immediately leveled Joe with a quick punch to his face which spun him around. "Come on! Come on you bastard!" Dean yelled motioning for Joe to come to him.

Joe and his friend both charged Dean and the fight was on. Soon another one of Joe's friends emerged from the house and also joined in. Sam, worried about his brother, got out of the car and gingerly made his way toward the fight. A movement at the side of the house caught his attention. Joe's third friend was coming up behind Dean holding a baseball bat.

"Dean! Behind you!" Sam screamed.

Dean spun and ducked but the blow from the bat still came down hard on his shoulder. He cried out in pain and dropped to his knees. While he was down Joe and his friends moved in and began beating him and kicking him.

"Get off of him!" Sam yelled and charged in to help, ignoring his own pain. He tried desperately to pull them off of his brother. He finally managed to pull one of them away but then another one turned around and punched him hard in his already bruised stomach. He gasped in pain.

"Oh God…Oh God." He moaned as he stumbled away bent over at his waist, his arms wrapped tight around his stomach. He finally fell over and lay on the ground holding his stomach and rolling back and forth in pain. Joe broke away from the fight and walked over to him.

"Damn punk!" He shouted before kicking Sam in his side which caused him to yelp in pain. Dean, seeing his brother attacked again, lost it and managed to fight his way to his feet. Like his brother he was now also covered in bruises and blood, some his, some his attackers. His eyes wild, he instinctively used every fight move he had ever learned and soon had Joe and his friends all laid out on the lawn. Dean, now injured himself, made his way over to Sam and collapsed next to him on the ground.

"Sam…Sam you okay?" He asked as he lay on his back trying to catch his breath.

When Sam didn't answer right away Dean managed to get to his knees and knelt beside his brother who lay curled up on his side.

"Sammy." He put his hand on Sam's shoulder.

"Yeah." Sam managed to get out.

"You okay?"

"Yeah." Sam slowly rolled over. When he saw Dean's beaten face he tried to get up but winced in pain and lay back down. "How 'bout you?"

"I'm fine." He smiled through bloody teeth. "But McMann and his buddies are sure hurting."

Sam rolled his head to the side and looked at the four bodies scattered around the yard.

"Well I don't think he'll be bothering us anymore." Sam gave a little laugh then groaned as his bruised ribs protested.

"Let's get out of here." Dean said as he tried to stand up. He swayed a little and immediately went down.

"Dean you okay?" Sam turned toward his brother. Dean's face, like his, was covered in blood. He could tell by the expression on his brother's face that he was trying not to show how much pain he was really in. He gently reached over and put his hand on Dean's shoulder. "Hey…"

"I'm fine Sam. Let's get out of here."

They managed to help each other up then slowly made their way to the car and got in. They looked at each other and each gave a little laugh when they saw the other's face close up.

"Damn you look terrible." Sam said grinning.

"Hey, I'll never look as bad as you Bro." Dean grinned back "About time you got a haircut don't you think?"

"Don't worry about my hair." Sam smiled and pushed his hair out of his eyes.

Dean's smiled dropped when he again saw the red X on Sam's forehead remembering what was going to happen tonight. He knew there was nothing they could do now that Sam had already been marked as the next victim. They had to go through with their plans and pray that Sam would be able to bring the Slayer to the real world and that the salted holy water would kill the thing. He didn't want to think of the alternative, that tonight Sam might die.

"Let's get out of here." He said as he started the car and headed back to the motel.

TBC