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Rage

Chapter four

"Sam!"

Dean seeing his brother go down ran over and stood protectively in front of him. The man continued lashing out with the knife and Dean kept dodging him trying to lead him away from Sam. "You okay Sammy?" Dean asked over his shoulder.

"Yeah." Sam said as he stood up and touched his shirt then looked at the blood on his hand.

"Did he get you?"

"A little it's not bad." Sam went over to the woman and her family. "Are you okay?" He asked the hysterical woman.

"Don't hurt him! I don't know what happened to him. We were just driving and then all of a sudden…."

"Just get back in the car and lock the door. We'll try not to hurt him…I promise."

The woman got her family safely in the car then watched as Dean and Sam tried to get the knife away from her husband.

The man kept slashing at Dean as Sam snuck up behind him. Dean tried to keep the man's attention on him and hoped Sam would be able to get a sleep hold on him from behind. But the man suddenly whirled around and faced Sam; he then began walking slowly toward him the knife held high. Dean quickly came up behind him, there was no way he was letting him stab his brother again.

"Dean, try not to hurt him. He doesn't know what he's doing." Sam said calmly keeping his hands out at his side trying not to further agitate the man.

Dean didn't want to hurt the man either. He could have easily taken him out almost immediately but knew by doing that he could have accidentally hurt him. But if it came to hurting the man or letting the man hurt his brother again the man was going to lose. He crept up behind the man, but the man suddenly spun around and slashed downward connecting with Dean's arm. Dean gave a little cry of pain and spun away as Sam grabbed the man around the neck and put a sleeper hold on him. The man finally stopped struggling and Sam lowered him gently to the ground. He then quickly went to his brother.

"You okay?"

Dean looked at his deeply slashed arm which was bleeding profusely.

"He got me pretty good."

"Let me see that." Sam took Dean's arm then winced in sympathy. "Damn." He quickly ran back to their car and got a clean gauze pad out of the first aide kit then ran back and put it over Dean's arm. "You're going to need stitches." He said as he kept pressure on the wound.

"Great." Dean shook his head then looked at Sam. "How are you?...Let me see where he got you."

Sam pulled up his bloody shirt to reveal a slash across his side.

"It's not deep." Sam said as he looked down at it.

"You're lucky, he could have killed you. What the hell were you thinking jumping in front of him like that?"

"I had to do something; I couldn't let him attack his family."

"You should have tried to distract him first."

"I didn't have time. I had to get his focus off of them."

"Sam." Dean got his brother's attention then nodded his head toward the man and they watched as a reddish mist came out of the man's body then flew off toward the south.

"It's heading toward the cemetery."

"Yeah." Dean looked at Sam. "I never saw anything like that before."

"Neither did I. A demon would be black and a spirit would be white or gray."

Their attention turned away from the mist when the man began to moan as he woke up. Dean leaned over and using his good arm offered it to the man who took it and pulled himself up.

"Oh my God my family are they okay!" The man looked over at his car where his wife and family sat wide eyed watching everything.

"They're fine….What happened?" Dean asked.

Tears ran down the man's face.

"I don't know. We were on our way home from breakfast and …..I don't know what happened, all of a sudden I pulled over and took the knife out from under my seat that I keep for protection and…. I tried to kill them."

"Why did you do it?" Sam asked.

"I don't know! I love my family I would never hurt them. I could see what was going on….but I couldn't stop myself. I tried….My God I tried but….it was like someone had control of my body….What the hell happened to me?"

"We don't know….but at least your family wasn't hurt."

"What about you two? I know I stabbed both of you. Are you okay?"

"We'll be fine." Dean said. "I just want to know one thing. Did you drive by the cemetery on your way home from breakfast?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well do us a favor, don't drive by there again, find another way."

"Why?... Who are you guys?" The man looked back and forth between them.

"Just take our advice, avoid the cemetery."

The man looked at them strangely then went over to his car. Dean and Sam watched as the man tried to convince his family to leave him in.

"Let's get you to the hospital." Sam said as he looked down at Dean's arm and could see the blood soaking through the gauze.

"Can't you just stitch it up back at the motel?"

"It's pretty deep Dean and you probably should get a tetanus shot."

"Damn it." Dean frowned, he hated shots. "You know we should head out to that cemetery."

"We will…after we take care of your arm."

"Well if I'm getting a shot you are too." Dean grinned at his brother, if he was going to suffer through a shot so was Sam.

Hospital

Dean's arm was cleaned and stitched and he insisted Sam have his wound cleaned as well. When the doctor asked how they had been injured they told him that they had been installing a window and it had broke.

They then sat in the waiting room waiting for the nurse to write out an antibiotic prescription for them.

"Maybe we shouldn't have left that guy go back to his family. Maybe we should have called the cops." Sam said.

"And what Sam…let the guy go to jail?"

"I know it wasn't his fault but what if he tries it again?"

"We saw whatever that thing is leave him, and as long as he doesn't go near the cemetery I think he should be okay."

"But we don't even know if the cemetery has anything to do with what's going on. It could just be a coincidence."

"Yeah but it seems like…."

Before Dean could finish he was interrupted by shouts coming from the Emergency Room entrance. They both stood up and walked over and watched as three stretchers, the bodies covered by bloody sheets, were brought into the ER. Following the stretchers were three cops and a handcuffed man who was in hysterics.

"I didn't want to do it!...I swear I didn't want to do it!...I just couldn't stop myself! Oh my God I killed my family!"

TBC