Strike Three...

Summary: Sam is having trouble dealing with the powers that were bestowed on him. Dean tries to help, but seems to be hurting Sam more than helping him. Finally Sam has enough of Dean's shit, and takes off to clear his head. Little does he know that what dad always taught him, should have come in handy, he should have paid attention to what goes bump in the night.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, Jensen Ackles, or Jared Padelecki... I own the plot, but I make no money on this story, only pleasure in my sadistic ways.

Warning: There is violence, and this story has self-harm... If you do not like, please don't read! For those who can handle this story, please review and tell me what you think.


Chapter 5: Let the darkness take you...

Dean looked up into the blazing yellow eyes, and fear crept into him, but he squashed the feeling back down as soon as it had surfaced. There was a small whimper from under him, and he looked down to see Sam with his fever glazed up boring up into his own. He saw Sam's eyes dart to the werewolf, and fear blossom in their depths.

Dean got off of Sam; never breaking eye contact with the werewolf, but giving his brother's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. The werewolf made the first move as he and Dean stood in a stand off. He tried to lunge at Dean, but Dean bent to the side, and pushed him away. The werewolf went flying to the side, into a tree and as he stood up, he transformed into his human form.

"Who are you?" Dean asked, seeing the man's eyes stayed the same throughout the wolf to human transformation.

"My name is Gavin Sinders, and I am a guilt demon as well as a werewolf." The man practically bowed, and Dean stared at him with a mixture of awe and disgust. Gavin smirked at Dean's awestruck expression, the disgust was well hidden in the pools of hazel.

Dean moved his position, to stand protectively in front of Sam, who was struggling to his feet; and started to reach discretely for his gun. "What do you want with my brother?" Dean asked, his voice hard, and it did the trick, bringing Gavin's attention to his face; keeping it off of Sam, and the hand that was reaching for the gun.

Dean had the handle of the gun in his hand, and Gavin's attention was still on his face; and it was all Dean could do not to smirk at the unsuspecting ass. His arm twitches and before he even knew that Gavin had seen him move, the man is on him, taking him down to the ground with one well aimed lunge.

The gun slid across the ground, and Dean's wrist snapped back painfully under his weight. He couldn't suppress a groan that came out of his mouth, and heard a whimper from Sam, who he had tripped over when Gavin had slammed into him. He stood up, holding his wrist protectively in front of him, it was already black with bruising, and had already started swelling painfully.

Lucas grabbed the gun as it slid away from Dean and aimed it carefully at Gavin, pulling the trigger when he had a shot. The bullet pierced Gavin's shoulder, and the man howled with rage, and pain. He ran, after giving them looks that told them he would be back for them; lingering his gaze on Sam for the longest time, as if to say, he would come back especially for him.

Lucas helped Dean to stand, and the brother helped Sam to stand, letting his brother lean heavily on him. Dean was afraid for Sam, he was really sick, and badly injured, if they didn't get him to a hospital soon, he could die, and there was no way they would make it in time to save Sam if they walked.

Dean sighed and took out his cell, dialing his father's number; the number he had given the brothers before leaving them after they had fought off the shadow demons. The man picked up the phone after six rings, and Dean was so grateful that he had actually answered, that he almost forgot why he had called the man, almost.

"Hello?" The man asked, and Dean could hear the weariness in his father's voice.

"Dad, it's Dean." Dean held his breath, as he heard the sharp intake of breath by his father on the other end of the line.

"Are you okay son? Sam?" He asked after a moment, the questions coming in quick succession.

"Not doin' so good here dad. I think my wrist is broken, and Sammy is all kinds of messed up. Got a high fever, broken ribs, probably a concussion and internal bleeding too." He waited for his father to take in the information, and added, "Do you have any friends in Hebron, New Hampshire, dad? Someone that can get us out of the woods and fast, because Sammy isn't going to last that much longer." Dean was desperate, and he knew his father could tell by the emotion in the tone of his voice.

"Yeah, I'll call him, and have him triangulate your signal. I'll wait for you at the hospital." His father said, and was about to hang up when Dean cut in.

"Dad, tell him to come armed. We have a werewolf that used to be a guilt demon on our asses. We pissed him off pretty good too!" Dean tried to make his tone light, but his father could tell the situation was serious, and gave his consent that he would tell his friend about the extra challenges; and then after they knew that Sammy was alright, they would go after the werewolf, hunting him down together.

"Bye dad." His words were answered by the dial tone, and he flipped the cell closed, leaving the phone on so the man could get a signal from it.

They started walking, both Lucas and Dean supporting Sam, because Dean was hurt, and though he would never admit it, he couldn't carry Sam by himself with a bum arm. They walked for about an hour when the sound of a helicopter cut into the unusual silence of the forest. The copter landed in a small clearing, and the men in it started running toward the group, while armed men covered them.

When the medics had Sam secured on a stretcher, they came back for Dean and Lucas, to help the two get to the helicopter. They got Lucas on board, and just as Dean was about to get on, a blurred figure tackled him to the ground; forcing him to put weight on his bad arm, and a small cry left his mouth as he felt the broken bones rub together.

There was a shot and the figure moved off of him, and ran for the sanctuary of the woods. Dean was helped off the ground, and supported back to the copter. He passed out as soon as they reached the doors, and let himself be lost in the darkness.


A/N: I hated this chapter no matter how many time I wrote it, and it appeared my computer did too, because it wouldn't accept the disk it was saved on.

Sorry it took so long, and please review.

Love Yah'all!

Ana