A/N: Here's another update. I believe that one or two more chapters should finish this story and hopefully I'll be able to get them up fairly quickly. I have a fairly easygoing weekend; you might be able to look for an update later today or tomorrow. Although this chapter isn't one of my favorites, hopefully it'll live up to the expectations of those reading. Enjoy!

Chapter 9

Sam was pulled awake by Gray's warning yell and he forced his eyes to open, pushing back the pain that drummed solidly in his skull. He knew what was happening, he'd seen it in passing flashes before his eyes while Dean was kneeling next to him. The Whooper had never been destroyed, he had seen the bones burn, but none of it had been real. It had all been a colourful ruse to make him see things that weren't there. The grave had never collapsed; the Whooper just made it look like it had. The spirit had taken Dean into limbo and made it appear as though the dirt fell in to reveal the hidden bones that were still there.

How could he have been so unobservant? That wasn't like him, but he had been in a desperate state of worry for his older brother. He saw the bones and he tossed the match, wanting to believe that he was banishing the spirit, but he hadn't double-checked. Now the Whooper was back and it was very possibly his fault.

He stumbled to his feet and cast his eyes to the fireside where he saw Dean's eyes widen as he'd fallen back into Ron's arms. Sam's breath caught in his throat. He watched Ron's eyes glitter a sharp green before they clouded over and returned back to normal.

He'd seen this too. He knew that the Whooper would take over Ron, and he knew why. He also knew why Gray had woken up. Once Dean was out of the way, everything would fall into place, unless someone else got in the way.

Sam saw Ron reach to his belt for his knife, a malicious smile plastered on his face. Tyler saw what was about to happen and made a move. He grabbed for the blade, but Ron thrust it past his hand and deep into his stomach. A choked, pained, cry escaped the man's lips as he fell in a heap, clutching the open wound in his stomach.

He turned the blade on Dean.

"What the hell are you playing at?" Gray shouted.

Ron spoke, his voice was snarling and distorted. "This isn't play. This is revenge."

Gray looked confused. The blade inched closer to Dean's vulnerable neck.

"Hey!" Sam yelled, his voice echoing across the ground to greet the possessed man.

Ron looked up, his eyes glittered nastily and he shoved Dean aside. The oldest brother rolled to a stop next to Tyler and cast a wide-eyed hazel glance on Sam. Lines of worry creased his forehead.

"What're you doing Sammy?" Dean yelled.

"See to Tyler, Dean." Sam said, his voice was even. He began to walk quickly toward Ron and Gray, knowing what was going to happen, and not wanting it to take place.

"Sammy?" Dean asked, starting to rise. Ron turned to Dean and stared him down, raising the blade to plunge into him. Dean jumped out of the way as the knife ripped a cut in his shoulder. He grimaced, but nothing more.

Sam picked up his pace in hopes of saving his older brother from death. He halted between Gray and Ron, who turned and gave Sam a malicious glare through once again glittering eyes.

"Move aside." Ron's voice snarled. He cast those eyes beyond Sam to lock with Gray's.

"I can't, I'd be sentencing an innocent man to die." Sam replied.

"What?" Gray asked in question, but his voice was too hushed for anyone except himself to hear.

"Innocent? That man killed me." Ron said, his voice had taken on a tight edge.

"No he didn't. Although he may look like the man who murdered you, he isn't." Sam replied, trying to talk sense into the angry spirit that had his mind set on avenging his own death.

Sam saw Dean help Tyler struggle to his feet behind Ron and walk toward the river's edge. His eyes then flicked back to the green eyes of the Whooper.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Gray asked Ron.

Green eyes switched from Sam's face to Gray's.

"You know what I'm talking about. Don't tell me you've forgotten."

"Forgotten what?"

"Killing me."

"If I had killed you, don't you think I'd remember? People don't go around murdering folks and then forgetting. I didn't kill you or anyone else."

"Liar!" Ron shouted.

Sam didn't wait any longer. He leapt forward and shoved Ron to the ground. The knife skidded away and vanished into the shadows. He turned his head to Gray.

"Run toward Whooper's spring." Sam's voice wasn't requesting, it was ordering.

"There's no way in hell I'm going there." Gray objected.

"Do you want to live?" Came Dean's voice from not far off. Sam didn't turn his attention to focus anywhere but on the man beneath him.

Gray didn't answer.

"If you want to live, you'll run to Whooper's spring." Dean yelled.

Gray seemed willing to object, but didn't and instead began to run down the trail that would lead to Whooper's spring.

Ron bucked beneath Sam's firm hold and managed to toss the youngest man aside in a heap before bolting to his feet and taking off after Gray. Sam didn't hesitate. He followed.

Dean watched his little brother go and turned back to Tyler who still clutched a blood patch on his stomach. The man's eyes brimmed over with pain, and lines of pain were etched into the skin around his eyes and mouth as he gritted his teeth against the searing ache in his abdomen.

"Tyler, I have to go and help Sam. Can you make it?" Dean asked, not wanting to leave the man alone.

Tyler shook his head blindly. "Not to Whooper's spring, no, but go. I'll be fine here. I'll just wait for the medics, they should be coming soon enough."

Dean hesitated. Tyler smiled weakly.

"Go on. Sam needs your help."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm positive." Tyler finalized and that was all Dean needed to hear. He broke into a run and followed his little brother.