I know what you all probably think about me updating so fast, "Oh she has no life and things like that", but I do. I wait until my hubby and son go to sleep, and the first place I go is to my computer. I so enjoy writing, it makes me feel like I'm a real author!

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THE BLOOD HARVEST CH.5

"Here, Dean, try and drink some water." Jeff said for the tenth time, while holding a bottle out to him.

"No. Can't." Dean muttered in reply.

"You have to." Jeff whined, "You're gonna get dehydrated if you don't."

"Dying anyway, so whats it matter?" Dean said.

"You are not gonna die, Dean." Jeff said adamantly.

"J-just leave me alone!"

"Fine! You want me to leave you alone? Then I'll leave you alone! This is my last night on earth and all, since my dad's gonna feed me to the Reverend, so there's a lotta stuff I'd rather be doing than this!" Jeff yelled, as he stood up and stalked towards the steps leading from the cellar.

"I'm sorry." Dean said in almost a whisper but loud enough that the boy still heard him.

"What did you say?" Jeff asked, turning to look at him.

"I s-said, I'm sorry." Dean repeated, then added, his voice breaking, "It just h-hurts bad. I don't mean to take it out on y-you."

"Oh… um, that's okay. I forgive you." Jeff said with a smile. "After all, you're probably the best friend I've ever had, and since I've only known you one day, that's pretty sad, huh? Nobody else has ever gotten stabbed for me before, you know?"

"What an honor it was too." Dean said sarcastically, chuckling softly, which he realized was a bad idea, when pain ripped through him like fire.

"Aarghh! God help!" he yelled as Jeff stood by staring helplessly.

'What can I do?' he wondered, seeing Dean writhe in pain, his breath coming in shallow pants.

'He's dying', Jeff thought, 'That's what's happening to him now, he's dying.

'In my cellar.'

Dean let out another yell, his back arched in pain, and Jeff went over and sat beside him once again, taking his hand.

'Well at least he won't die alone,' Jeff thought, and squeezing Dean's hand, started crying softly for the man.

Sam and Ian had finally reached the sheriff's home and after riding around the whole property to see if he was home, found to their immense relief, he wasn't.

'Must be out trying to help hunt us down,' Sam thought with a grin.

They had lost the officer after Sam had finally gotten so pissed off from the whole chase scenario that he had grabbed the shotgun Ian had chosen and yelled, "Screw this!" Rolling down the passenger side window, Sam had leaned out as far as he could, after telling Ian to hold her steady, and had shot out both the man's front tires in his first two tries.

"Yeehaw!" he had yelled, "Now that's what I call some damn fine shooting!" he yelled when the police car ran off the side of the road.

"Not bad." Ian said, nodding his head and smiling. "Not bad at all."

Now almost fifteen minutes later, they had reached their destination, and were getting out of the Celica when they heard someone yelling.

"What was that?" Ian asked, looking around quickly.

"Hurry up! That was my brother! "Sam replied worriedly. Dean had to be in a lot of pain to be yelling out like that.

"Oh shit." Ian said softly, when, as they were slowly approaching the cellar doors, another heart-wrenching scream of pain came from below.

Any inhibitions Sam had were automatically thrown aside after the second scream echoed through the air. He ran and flung the doors open, and almost fell twice in his hurry to get down the steps.

"Dean?" he yelled after reaching the bottom.

"Over here!" A child's voice said loudly, followed by, "Thank god you're here! I did all I could but..." seeing Ian walk in behind Sam, the boy stopped mid-sentence and looked at him with unconcealed distrust. "Why are you here?" he asked the man angrily.

"He's here with me." Sam replied, kneeling down beside Dean, and then added "He's a good guy."

"But you work for my dad." Jeff said accusingly to Ian.

"Not anymore, buddy. I'm a free lance 'destroyer of evil' at the moment." Ian said with a grin. This, despite his earlier inhibitions, put Jeff more at ease, and he walked forward to stand beside the man as they looked down at the brothers.

"Dean! Can you hear me?" Sam asked, smacking him brother lightly on the face, hoping to get him coherent enough to realize he was there.

The only reaction was his brother moaning and trying to push his hands away.

"Stop, Dean, you gotta listen to me, okay?" Sam asked, putting his face directly in front of his brother's. "Please."

His eyes seemed to clear a little and he said in barely a whisper, "Took you long enough." and a ghost of a smile played on his lips.

With a sigh of relief, Sam briefly touched foreheads with his brother and said a small prayer of thanks that, though he was in bad shape, he was at least still alive. Then he quickly checked him over to see the extent of his injury, wincing when, him pulling up the bandage to check the wound, made Dean yell out.

"I'm done now, Dean. I'm sorry for hurting you more, but I had to look. I'm gonna get you out of here, so just hang on, okay?" he asked, and he thought he saw his brothers head nod almost imperceptibly, but it was hard to tell.

He stood up, and Ian walked to stand beside him, while Jeff went back to sit down beside Dean again, talking animatedly about who knew what, to try and distract him from the pain he was in.

"Well, how bad is it? Can we move him out of here without doing more damage?" Ian asked.

"It's b-bad." Sam answered, his voice breaking slightly. "And no, it's probably not too good an idea to move him, but it's the only choice we have if we want to at least try…"he trailed off as his voice broke again and turned his head away from Ian for a moment, then a second later resumed, "try to save him."

"Alright then, let's do this." Ian said, taking charge of getting things going. "We'll have to carry him out obviously, so how you want to do it?"

"I'll get him." Sam stated.

"But, you can't carry him alone." Ian said. Sam was the taller of the two, but Dean was no light looking person to carry by any means.

"I said I've got him." Sam repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument, as he leaned over and quickly scooped his brother up as if he weighed nothing.

"Okay then." Ian said, moving to let Sam walk out first, staying behind just in case he might stumble going up the steep steps.

"Come on, Jeff." Ian said, turning to look at the young boy.

"If I come with you my dad will hunt you down and kill all of you." the boy said softly. "He owns this town, Ian, and you know it. Even if he doesn't kill you, they'll never make it out of town alive. I already have Dean getting hurt, maybe dying even, to blame myself for, and I don't want Sam to get hurt too."

Ian knelt down in front of Jeff and put his hands on the boy's shoulders, "Are you sure you're only ten? Because you're braver than most grown men I know." he commented, then hugging the boy, added, "We'll come back for you tomorrow. He won't do anything to you until then, I promise." and seeing Jeff was about to protest added, "Do you know how pissed Sam's brother would be if he got stabbed for nothing? Poor Sam wouldn't hear the end of it if we let you get hurt after all he went through, and from what I hear, Dean is sure good at laying it on thick. So, would you really want that for Sam?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Jeff said with a chuckle. "See you tomorrow then?"

"You bet your sweet patooty." Ian replied.

Jeff groaned and rolling his eyes said, "Gay." Then turning serious again said, "I hope Dean's okay, tell him I said so."

"I will." Ian replied, and then patted Jeff on the head once more, before turning and walking towards where Sam was trying to decide how to get Dean into the small car without causing him more pain.

"Wish you'd stolen a bigger car now, huh?" Ian asked.

"Huh?" Sam asked, his head jerking up at Ian's voice jolting him from his thoughts, then looking around, saw Jeff wasn't with Ian. "Where's the kid?"

"He wouldn't come with us, said it was too dangerous for us." Ian replied.

"What? That's ridiculous!" Sam argued, but his attention went back to Dean quickly when he groaned, and opened his eyes.

"Sam?" he asked, looking at him with pain clouded eyes.

"Yeah, I'm still here, Dean, we're getting you to help. So just be strong for me and hold on a little longer, okay?"

"Try." was his reply, before letting his eyes fall closed again.

"Well, we are gonna come back for the kid, agreed?" Sam asked.

"Already told him so." Ian replied with a smile.

"Good. Now, I guess since someone picked a car with no backseat, we'll just have to prop him up between us." Sam said, and they carefully got in and maneuvered Dean between them, making him as comfortable as possible, with Sam putting his arm around him to hold him upright.

"Put the pedal to the metal." Sam ordered, and Ian pulled out quickly.

'Don't worry, Jeff, we'll be back for you.' Sam promised silently, and then let his head rest on the top of Dean's momentarily as he prayed his brother would be okay.

'Dad, where are you? We both really need you right now.'

TBC

I think I'm only gonna have two more chapters, so the big showdown between Sam and the Reverend will be coming up soon! And what about that bad sheriff? What should I do to him? Hhmm... (I think I know, and it's evil) And will Dean be ok? (Please, I love him! You don't think I'd let him die do you?) I just like to inflict a little torture every now and then. What about Jeff? These questions answered and many more! Coming up soon!