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The Scarsboro Terror

Chapter six

"Sammy!" Dean called again his flashlight flickering off the walls of the mine. He could smell something burning and shined his light on the floor. He stepped back, his face wrinkled in disgust when he saw the burned smoldering form of the creature lying on the ground. So Sammy had killed it he thought with a sense of satisfaction….But where was he? "Sam!" He called again. He tripped over something on the ground and could hear the sound of something metallic scraping across the rocks on the ground. It was Sam's flame thrower. Dean could feel his heart start to pound. "Sammy!" Where are you Bro? He fought not to give into the panicky feeling that was creeping over him as he looked around, where was his brother? Then he saw it. "Oh God no!" He said softly as his eyes welled up with tears. A white cocoon in the shape of a body was attached to a far wall held in place by white glistening spider webs with hundreds of tiny spiders crawling over it. Dean could barely make out Sam's face through the webs.

"Sammy!" Dean cried out as he hurried to his brother's side. He put his flame thrower against the wall and laid his flashlight on a rock. "Oh God Sammy!" He sobbed out as he reached up and tried to pull some of the webbing off Sam's face so he could breathe.

When he had cleared most of the webs from his face he put two fingers against his neck and left out of sigh of relief when he found a pulse. "I'm going to get you out of here buddy." He said as he began to rip the cocoon like material from Sam's body. Sam began to moan weakly as Dean frantically worked at removing the webbing, and finally his eyes slowly opened. They had a feverish glaze to them as he slowly raised his head and looked at his brother. Dean reached up and gently put his hand up to his brother's face. "Sammy, you're going to be okay…. I'm getting you out of here."

"Dean….no….get out...you got to get out…." Sam said weakly.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean said when he saw the two bloody holes on the side of Sam's neck. The son of a bitch is feeding off of him. Dean thought as he frantically worked even faster. He had no idea how much blood Sam had already lost. In the back of his mind he knew there had to be another one of the creatures lurking nearby but right now his only concern was to get Sam out of there and to the hospital. He felt a cold chill go up his spine as he caught a glimpse of the flickering shadow of the creature on the wall in front of him. He grabbed for his gun and spun around, but before he could aim the thing lashed out and threw him across the room. His face twisted with pain as his already sore ribs hit the wall hard. He quickly picked up the flame thrower which had been ripped from his grasp. But now the thing stood in front of Sam. He knew if he squeezed the trigger his brother, with all the webbing still on him, would go up in flames along with the creature.

"Get away from my brother you son of a bitch!" Dean screamed as he painfully stood up. The thing only moved closer to Sam and Dean watched in horror as it lowered its face to Sam's bloody throat. Sam moaned softly as the creature began to feed.

"Noooooo!" Dean screamed as he ran toward the thing and using the butt of the gun hit it hard across its back trying to draw its attention away from Sam. It spun its face toward Dean and he could see his brother's blood dripping from its mouth. "Get away from him you bastard!" He screamed as he hit it again. The thing growled at him and started toward him. Dean quickly raised the gun and fired now that it was a safe distance away from Sam. It howled in pain and burst into flames. Like its mate it crumbled in a heap of smoldering skin in front of him. Dean tossed the gun aside and wasted no time running to his brother.

"Sam!" Dean screamed when he saw the now jagged cut in Sam's throat. Sam hung from the web gasping for air, the front of his body and web now covered in his blood. Dean worked as fast as possible and eventually pulled Sam away from the web then tossed him over his shoulder and ran for the car as his brother's blood dripped down his back and onto the fresh falling snow turning it crimson.

Dean sped to the hospital as Sam leaned heavily against him in the front seat. He kept his arm around his brother's shoulder, his hand wrapped around his throat pressing hard against the two deep holes in Sam's neck. Dean could feel his brother's warm, sticky blood oozing between his fingers.

"Hang in there Sammy! We're almost there!"

Sam only moaned weakly.

Dean tried to tear his eyes away from his brother and keep them on the road but he could feel Sam steadily growing weaker and couldn't take his eyes off of him. Earlier Sam had been gasping for air, trying to suck it in through his damaged throat, but now he lay limp the only thing holding him up was Dean's arm around his neck.

"Don't you leave me Sammy! Don't you go dying on me!" Dean's voice cracked with emotion as he felt his brother's life force start to leave his body. "Sammy! Damn it Sammy don't you leave me!" Dean screamed as tears ran down his face.

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