AN: I haven't been getting very many reviews is the story still going okay? Because you know as the readers it's your duty to tell me if it's starting to suck lol. Anyways here's the next chapter. Let me know what you think.

Chapter 4

Sam slept the next two hours away more in twilight than a deep sleep. He heard what Dean told him. He knew that Dean meant what he said and Sam was grateful he listened, but he was still scared of the dreams. Scared that he would see Dean's blood pooling at his feet after he pulled the trigger.

Now, it was dark and it was time to go to the graveyard and take care of the ghouls. Sam doubled checked the bag making sure he had enough lighter fluid and matches. The only way to kill a ghoul is to burn them. "You know it's going to be kind of difficult holding them down, dousing them in gas, and lighting them up."

Dean smirked. "Yeah, as much as we work with fire maybe we should invest in a flame thrower."

"No way," Sam said. His cell phone rang and he pulled it out of his pocket. "There's not a chance in hell I'm going to let you walk around with a flame thrower. You're already kill happy as it is." He flipped open his phone. "Hello?"

"Hey Sam," Missouri's voice floated into his ear.

"Hey Missouri," He replied glancing over at Dean. "How's everything going."

Missouri sighed. "Not as well as I'd like it."

"Why?" Sam asked sitting on the edge of the bed. "Is something wrong?"

Dean sat on the bed across from him. He didn't like the grim look on Sam's face or the question that was just asked. He was still leery about Dorian being in Lawrence after everything that had happened to him and Sam there. He knew it wasn't the place, but sometimes it felt like Lawrence was the most cursed place on Earth.

"I don't know," She replied. "A few weeks ago I would have said she just missed you boys, but now it's like something's changed."

"Well can't you just read her mind?" Sam asked. Considering she figured out all his problems in the first two minutes they met Sam didn't understand why it was so difficult for Missouri to figure out what was wrong with Dorian.

"Not anymore. I taught Dorian how to shield her self from any sort of paranormal attack. That includes shielding herself from people who could pry into her mind."

Sam sighed. "Well what exactly is she doing?"

"It's not what she's doing," Missouri said. "It's what she's not. Dorian's tries to do what I tell her, but it's like she doesn't care anymore. Everything she does she does half heartedly. Somethings happened, or changed, or is wrong, but I just don't know what it is."

Sam ran a hand through his hair. "Hold on a second." He covered the phone with his hand and told Dean what Missouri had said.

"Give me the phone," Dean said. Sam handed him the phone and he brought it to his ear. "Missouri?"

"Dean?"

"Yeah, is Dorian there now?" He asked. She had been sidestepping him every chance she got. Now she was acting different even to Missouri.

"Yes, she's upstairs," Missouri said. "She's in her room."

"Let me talk to her," Dean said adamantly. "And don't let her give you some excuse. Make her get on the phone."

Normally Missouri would have had some witty come back. She would have scolded Dean for not even saying please, but right now Dorian was the most important thing. "Hold on, I'll get her."

Dean pinched his nose in worry and frustration. Something was up with Dorian and he didn't need any of Sam's creepy feelings to tell him that.

"Hello?" Dorian's voice came over the phone. She sounded tired.

"Hey Dorian," He said cheerfully. "I haven't heard from you in a while. How ya doing?"

Dorian sighed. "I'm fine, Dean. What about you and Sam?"

"We're good," He replied. "In the middle of a case."

"Well then don't let me keep you," She said, quickly and Dean could tell she was trying to make a run for it.

"No, you're not keeping me," Dean said even quicker. "Sam's doing his braniac stuff on the computer, checking out some things." He grinned up at Sam who only rolled his eyes. "What's going on with you?"

"Oh you know," She replied. "Just working with Missouri."

Dean was tired of beating around the bush. "Dorian what's going on? We don't hear from you anymore, when I by chance do get to talk to you you're quick to get off the phone, and now whatever's wrong even Missouri notices it. What's going on? Talk to me."

There was silence on the other end of the phone. Dean only knew she was there because he could hear her breathing. "Dorian?"

"It's nothing, Dean," She said quietly. "I'm fine, really, but listen I gotta go."

"Dorian, don't hang up!"

"I'll call you in a day or two, I promise."

"Dorian wait!"

"Tell Sam I said hi."

"Dorian!"

"Bye, Dean."

He sighed in frustration when the dial tone came on the phone. He flipped the phone shut and threw it at Sam. Dorian was not making things easy on them. Dean knew something was wrong now and decided that maybe they needed to make a pit stop in Lawrence when this was over.

"I guess it didn't go so well," Sam said, replacing the phone into his pocket.

Dean raised an eyebrow. "No Sam, it went swell." He stood up. "Come on let's get to the cemetery."

"All right," Dean said once they were inside the cemetery. "Anna was buried here, but I don't think the ghouls would go after her. They already got a good taste."

Sam flashed the light over the list of recent obituaries. "There were only to other burials here today. Elizabeth Monroe and Gary Robins."

"Okay," Dean said looking around with his flashlight. The last thing he wanted was to get caught off guard. Of course the ghouls wouldn't attack them while they were together. They were going to have to split up if they planned on luring them out. "Well while the names are helpful we're still going to have to scour this place and find out where they're buried."

"Split up?" Sam asked, knowing his brother already had that in mind. He pulled a shotgun out of the bag and handed it to Dean. Then he pulled another one out for himself.

"Yell if they come after you," Dean said seriously. "They don't have super strength or paranormal powers, but being outnumbered four to one isn't great odds."

Dean worried about Sammy. He seemed to always take the brunt of the hurt when they were on a hunt. He hated to see his brother hurt or brainwashed for that matter. He quickly pushed that thought away.

Sam nodded. "I can take care of myself."

"Yeah yeah," Dean mumbled. "Just call if they come after you."

Dean broke off from his brother and headed towards the north end of the cemetery. He had the flashlight in one hand and the shotgun in the other. He knew he'd have to drop the flashlight to shoot the gun or wind up with a kick back so hard his arm would fly out of the socket.

It was a cool night and Dean almost felt like he was in a horror movie. The only thing missing was the fog that rolled through the cemetery right before the zombies came out of their graves. He was glad they were dealing with ghouls and not zombies.

"Come out, come out wherever you are," Dean chorused, flashing his light around the dark labyrinth of tombstones. Angels were silhouetted in the shadows. Giant gargoyle statues were perched on top of mausoleum roofs towering over the cemetery like stone, winged guardians of the dead.

Dean eyed a freshly buried grave. "Jackpot." He walked over and kneeled beside the freshly disturbed earth. He swung his pack off his shoulder and started digging through it's contents. He pulled out the lighter fluid and matches.

It was going to be interesting trying to burn moving targets. Most of their burnings consisted of already dead, non animated corpses. Ghouls however were the corpses. Oh yeah, Dean was going to have fun.

A moan resounded behind him. Dean stayed where he was, but glanced over his shoulder. He didn't want to just throw up the shotgun because ghouls were cowards and if there was only one near him at the moment he didn't want to scare it off.

Another moan came through the darkness to the left of him. Okay there were two of them now. Dean wrapped a secure hand around the shotgun and stood up, keeping it close to his thigh. Two of them were coming towards him. He glanced over to his left and saw a third. They were trying to cover him from all angles which meant...He looked ahead of him as far as the darkness would allow. He could make out the shape of another figure coming towards him.

"Olly, olly oxen free," Dean said. "SAM!"

He brought up the shotgun and aimed it at the ghoul in front of him. Before the ghoul even hit the ground, Dean turned and shot the other. He turned to shoot the third, but wasn't fast enough. He tried to dodge the blow, but a clawed hand raked across his side, causing him to cry out and fall back.

Sam came up a moment later, slamming the ghoul over the head with his gun. He quickly aimed the gun and shot the fourth, knocking it to the ground. The two Dean had taken down had already getting to their feet.

"You okay?" Sam asked, keeping the shotgun aimed.

Dean pulled his shirt up and looked at his side. Blood was oozing down his skin and he couldn't see the full extent of the damage. He knew he was going to need stitches. It hurt like hell and it only pissed him off. He quickly replaced his shirt and grabbed the fluid and matches. "I'm fine."

He stood up, hissing in pain, and walked over to the ghoul Sam had hit with the gun. It looked up at him with decaying green eyes. Dean kicked it in the head to keep it down, inhaling sharply as pain tore through his side. He opened the lighter fluid and doused it all over the downed ghoul. He struck the match and threw it, listening in satisfaction as the ghoul started screeching in a high pitched cry as it burned.

Two shots rang out behind Dean and he whirled around. Sam had taken down two of the other ghouls. Dean wasted no time, going over and torching them. Both screamed like the first one as flames engulfed their already rotting corpses and Dean prayed that there was a special place in hell reserved for these evil things.

Sam had the gun aimed at the final ghoul, but just to be on the safe side he had his foot on his neck. Ghouls didn't need to breath, but it's still pretty damn hard to get up while someones crushing your throat. He looked over as Dean turned to face him and staggered on his feet. Worry crept through him. "You okay, man?"

"I'm fine," Dean growled, walking over to them. He squirted a little more fluid than was necessary onto the ghoul, but he was beyond pissed off. He was hurting, lightheaded, and grumpy. He struck a match, Sam moved his foot, and Dean threw the little burning stick onto the ghoul.

He clawed at them as it went up, shrieking and screaming in a high pitched, ear drum piercing wail. They both took a step back and watched the four ghouls lighting up the graveyard as mini bonfires.

Sam looked around the graveyard. The bonfire ghouls giving off enough light that he could look around them. There wasn't anything manifesting or any psychotic people running after them. "Well safe to say there were no demons involved." He looked over at his brother and his heart beat sped up a little.

Dean was swaying on his feet and with the additional light Sam could see that the left side of his brothers shirt was so saturated with blood that it was sticking to his skin. "Dean," He said worriedly running to his side.

Sam put a hand on Dean's shoulder to steady him. Dean's face was pale. He was losing too much blood. Dean didn't even have a witty retort about Sam worrying over him. "Come on, we got to get you to the hospital."

Dean didn't argue. He didn't have the energy. He didn't know how deep that thing had clawed him, but he knew he was bleeding profusely. Stars and black edges were dancing in front of his eyes. He heard Sam talking to him, but it didn't quite register. Neither did the fact that his feet were moving and that he was being led out of the graveyard by Sam.

"Come on, Dean," Sam said. His arm was soaked with blood from Dean's wounds, making it hard to support him. He had quickly thrown their stuff in the bag and slung it over their shoulder. The ghouls were still burning in the middle of the cemetery. They would go out on their own, but at this point they could light up the whole town and Sam wouldn't care. His first priority was getting Dean to the hospital.

Sam eased Dean into the passenger side of the car and dug into his brothers pocket for the keys. Once he obtained them he ran around and started the car. Heading for the nearest hospital.

"Dean, stay awake," He said speeding out of the cemetery.

"I'm good," Dean said groggily. He knew he wasn't. He was weak and becoming nauseated from blood loss. He couldn't let Sam know that though.

Sam kept glancing over at Dean while driving at a speed that was definitely not safe for anyone involved. As long as no one got in his way they'd all be fine. He glanced over again and saw Dean's head droop and his eyes close. "Dean!"

He reached over with one arm and started shaking his brother. "Dean wake up!"

Blue lights flashed in his rear view mirror and a siren sounded a moment later. Any other time Sam would be pissed, but this was a good thing. He quickly pulled the car over to the side of the road and threw the bag in the backseat. "Hold on, Dean." He rolled down the window and then quickly applied pressure to the wound.

A cop came over and shined a light in Sam's face. "Do you know..." He stopped when he saw the blood. "What the hell?"

"Please," Sam said, pressing on Dean. "My brother was attacked at the cemetery by some kind of animal!"

The cop immediately said something into his radio and then ran back to his car. He came back a moment later and opened the passenger door, holding onto Dean as he almost fell out. "An ambulance is on the way." He slapped on some rubber gloves and lifted Dean's shirt. The wounds were deep and bone from a few of his ribs glistened through the blood. His skin was shredded from the claws. "Jesus." He grabbed a bunch of gauze out of the kit and pressed it up against Dean's side.

"Hold on, Dean," Sam said worriedly, helping the cop to apply pressure. "Just please, hold on." His eyes glistened with unshed tears. Fear of losing his brother washed over him and he began shaking.

He internally scolded himself. Dean had been strong for him more times than he could count. Now it was his turn to be strong for Dean. He wouldn't let him down.

Sirens sounded in the distance and Sam said, "Hang on Dean, they're almost here."

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