"You don't look so good" Sam was staring at his brother who was obviously finding the walk hard.

"I'm okay stop worrying, no wait, actually start worrying on how you're gonna pay to get my car fixed" the older hunter glared over to his brother.

Sam raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah that's right, you're paying" Dean smirked half trying to cover the pain he was in from his ribs.

"Hey look" Sam pointed over to a turning, "that's got to be the road"

"Great, last one there's a battered up freak, whose brother wrecked the car" Dean sarcastically answered, touching on his forehead checking the makeshift bandage was still in place.

Sam shook his head, ignoring his brother's comment "you know what I don't understand?"

As Dean was about to turn into the road a shiver ran down his back, "What?"

"Dad would normally send us co-ordinates right? Yet the message sent gave us the details of a haunted woman in Ohio, and it said to look in the journal, but there's nothing much in there, I don't get why?"

"Maybe the message wasn't from Dad, someone tried him and then they come to us" Dean tried to reason stopping and turning around to his brother.

"Yeah but if they rung Dad, why wouldn't they ring us, doesn't make sense and how would they know about the journal" Sam looked lost in thought trying to figure out if the message they got was actually from their father and why they would blindly go where the message sent them.

"You know Sammy, someone out there needs our help, albeit in some little part of Ohio" Dean rolled his eyes "whether Dad sent the message or some little old lady it doesn't really matter now that we're here does it?"

"Guess you're right" he said reluctantly, "kill the bad guy and all will be right" Sam shifted the bag he was carrying and looked back towards the direction they had come, the car no longer in sight gave him a real sense they were all alone. He pulled the cell from his pocket and let out a sigh, still no signal.

"Come on bitch, we haven't got all night"

"Jerk" Seemed to just slip out of Sam's mouth.

"You do know ghosts are already dead right?" Dean asked with a smile.

"What?"

"You said 'kill the bad guy' well ghosts are already dead, dumbass!" Dean laughed but immediately regretted it as a sharp twinge almost made him double over.

"Shut up Dean" He looked at his older brother and got a smile back.

They had walked for about ten minutes when in the darkening night a house began to immerge from the trees.

Dean suddenly froze.

Sam turned to his brother and saw the panicked look on his face "are you okay?"

Dean swallowed hard "yeah it's nothing"

"Don't give me that, what's wrong?" Sam moved to stand in front of Dean "is it?"

The injured hunter looked into his brother's eyes, and then looked towards the house "promised me Sam, look after yourself and if I've got a knife stay the hell away from me, you got it!"

"Dean with all due respect look at you, I'd only have to poke you and you'd be on the floor, somehow I don't think whatever nightmare you had is going to come true, and I didn't pack a knife remember" Sam delicately took hold of his brothers shoulders.

"Sam I.." Dean's voice was shaky, visions of his nightmare coming back to haunt him.

"Don't worry, whatever it is we will deal with it" Sam was use to having his own nightmares, they'd even joked about him having some physic ability from them so he felt his brothers pain and was now regretting laughing at him when he had screamed out like a girl. "You need to change that" Sam reached up and removed the blood soaked bandage from Dean's head.

"Aaaw" Dean winced as the cloth was pulled away from his wound. "You'd never make a doctor"

Sam gave him a sarcastic smile as he searched for another dressing "why do you think you're the one having the dreams"

"Jealous?" he asked with his face screwed up as Sam replaced the dressing. "Trust me, I don't what them, I don't know how you've managed, I proud of you Sammy"

Sam looked at his brother in shock but still managed to correct him "Sam"

"I am… Sam" Dean looked at his younger sibling in admiration.

"You okay?" Sam asked as he picked up the bag.

"Yeah, lets go before we have to hug or something" Dean walked off with his arm shielding his damaged ribs, though trying not to let Sam see the pain he was in.

Walking closer to the house the trees rustled in the night air, Dean came over with an uneasy feeling but he couldn't work out if it was the house or his head that was the problem. Only a dimly lit room on the first floor showed the only sign of life in the house. Sam took a look at Dean just before the front door way became visible.

"Let's just get inside before we go on about who we are, I need to sit before I fall" although Dean knew they were there to help the haunted woman, the journey to the house was finally taking its toll. His face had become ashen and he was finding it hard to breathe. Sam seeing his brother in difficulty gave him support to make it to the door.

The door was opened in seconds of them knocking by a woman in her fifties dressed all in black. "Oh my, what happened to you?" she gasped as she took sight of Dean "quick come inside"

Before either of them said anything Sam helped Dean in, taking him to the sitting room as directed.

"Here sit, let me take a look at you" the woman insisted.

"I'm fine, no need to fuss" Dean tried to pull his head back as the woman went to remove the dressing, but his strength was fast leaving him "Aaaw"

Sam looked on, noticing Dean's obvious discomfort. "Sorry to be a nuisance" he felt obliged to say to the woman.

"Nonsense" she answered moving away from Dean leaving his wound open to the fresh air.

"Dean?" Sam called to him, but it was no use. The effort he had made to get to the house was all gone, resting on the couch Dean's eyes slowly closed.

"What happened to you both?" the woman asked from the kitchen, where she had gone to fill a bowl of water to clean Dean's wound.

"Our car crashed just up on the main road" Sam began to explained as she came back into the room.

"Well I'm sorry I've got no phone here to ring any one, but your friend here will be just fine" her words were soothing and eased Sam's concern.

"My brother" he corrected, now watching her bathe Dean's head.

"Brother" she smiled.

"I'm Sam, that's Dean and thank you" Sam noticed her slightly flinch at the names.

"Winchester?" she asked.

"Yeah, how did you know?" Sam was curious.

"I was expecting a Dean Winchester, I know his father, your father" she turned to him "I'm Annabelle" she got up and headed back to the kitchen.

"Wait you know my Dad? How? Have you seen him?" the questions in Sam's head felt like they were spiraling out of control, glancing down to check on Dean, he then quickly followed her.

"I haven't seen him sorry, trust me if I had I wouldn't have called your brother" she replied as she emptied the water into the basin "I'm surprised you are here though"

"Yeah well it kind of just happened" Sam had started to get a gut feeling, but he wasn't sure if he could trust it "you left the message? But I thought you said you didn't have a phone?"

"I don't, I used a friends when I went into town, no good me having one up here, no signal"

"Yeah we noticed that already" Sam replied.

"You're the sensitive one, Dean goes in and does the job thinks nothing of it, but you, you're more aware than that, right?" the woman chuckled at the look on Sam's face "right!" she handed his a soaked cloth to clean his own wound.

"Why did you call?" he didn't need to be told about him and his brother.

"Okay, well I think that can wait until the morning, nothing should happen tonight the moon is not full yet, let your brother rest there and I'll show you where you can sleep"

Sam's gut feeling was getting stronger. "I don't think I should leave him"

"He'll be fine; I'll cover that gash up when I've sorted you, besides we'll only wake him if we try to move him now." She smiled at Sam and pointed him in the direction of his bedroom.

"He's probably broken his ribs too" Sam was still unsure if he was okay to leave his brother.

"Don't worry, we'll get him bandaged up tomorrow" Sam looked at Annabelle, she seemed to know what she was doing and finally he let her lead him to his own resting place.

TBC

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