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Rage

Chapter five

Dean and Sam glanced at each other relieved that it wasn't the man who had attacked them earlier. The cops took the man into one of the small ER cubicles to have his injuries checked out by a doctor while they stood outside and listened while he told his story.

He had just gotten home from work and his wife and her parents were in the living room. He said he went into the bedroom and got his gun, he said he didn't know why he got it but he couldn't stop himself. He then came into the living room and shot his wife's parents. His wife became hysterical and began throwing things at him trying to stop him from hurting her, which caused his injuries. But he had knocked his wife down then shot her in the head. The man began sobbing as he kept repeating over and over that he could see himself doing it but couldn't stop it from happening.

Dean looked over at Sam.

"Dude we got to get out to that cemetery and check it out before more people are killed."

"I know we do, but we don't even know what it is or how to stop it. If it isn't a spirit, a salt gun isn't going to have any effect on it."

"Then we got to figure out what it is and find some way to get rid of it."

"Is there anything in Dad's journal about a red mist? Maybe he's encountered this before."

"Well, as soon as we get out of here we'll check it out."

After being given the prescription they left and went back to their car. Dean reached under the seat and took the journal out. He paged through it quickly looking for anything about a red mist.

"Here." Dean pointed at an entry in a section marked possession. He read it out loud. "I've encountered the red mist only once. It appears to be a possessing entity but I've never come across anything like it before. Not from this earth as far as I could tell…possibly alien. The only known way to destroy it is to destroy it while it possesses someone. The mist is also known to inhabit animals as well as people. While possessed the host is aware of what he or she is doing but can not stop their actions. It appears that they're trapped in their own bodies, a silent witness to what is happening. The only way I know to destroy it is to shoot the host while the spirit possesses it with a jolt of electric. I used a battery cable which seemed to do the job. I would assume a stun gun would do the same job. I also discovered that this mist lives in a metallic shell like object. I unearthed the object with a metal detector and destroyed it. As far as I can tell the mist seems to return to the shell between possessions. The object is metallic and it was easy to find with a metal detector. I shot it first with an electric current then pried it opened and burned the interior. As it burned it seemed to dissolve and melt back into the earth. I'm assuming if the mist is in the shell when it is destroyed it too will be destroyed." Dean looked at Sam.

"An alien? That's something different. Well we got stun guns and metal detectors in the back." Sam hitched his thumb toward the trunk. "Now all we need to do is find someone who is possessed….which isn't going to be easy."

"That's the problem. We're going to have to be at the right place at the right time or…"

"Or this thing could go on forever." Sam finished his sentence.

"Let's head on out to the cemetery and see if we can track down the object this thing lives in. Maybe if we can find the shell we can wait by it till it returns and then destroy it while it's inside."

The cemetery

"This place is huge." Sam said looking around. "We're going to have to split up in order to cover it."

"I don't like it but I guess we don't have a choice." Dean also looked around and knew it could take days to cover the entire site thoroughly.

They went to the trunk and took out the equipment they would need, a gun, a stun gun, and metal detectors. They also took out their cell phones but "no service" flashed on them and they had to resort to two way radios. Once they had their equipment Dean turned to Sam.

"Remember if you see anything suspicious give me a call."

Sam nodded.

"Yeah, you too."

"Well let's get out there and track this thing down."

Neither one liked the idea of splitting up but they knew if they stuck together it would take twice as long to cover the grounds. Using the metal detectors they hoped to be able to at least find the shell the thing lived in and destroy it, hopefully with the mist inside."

"Watch your back Bro." Sam said as they both headed off in opposite directions.

It was slow going as they swept the ground with their metal detectors hoping to pick up some sign of the object. They checked in with each other every few minutes to make sure they were both okay.

When it started getting dark and they still hadn't found anything they decided to head back to the motel and get a fresh start in the morning.

Dean arrived back at the car first. He was leaning against the car waiting for his brother when he suddenly felt a cold blast of air sweep over him. He put his hand up to his head and shook his head slightly when he heard a voice speaking to him. 'Kill your brother, kill your brother, kill your brother…' it kept repeating over and over.

"No!" Dean screamed trying to fight it but he could already feel it taking over his body. His mind was clear but his body was being controlled by the voice. He looked in horror as Sam came walking up to him.

"You okay?" Sam asked when he saw the strange look on Dean's face.

"Sam…" Dean fought to speak; he had to warn his brother. He had to get him away from him.

"What's wrong?"

"You, you're what's wrong!" Dean could hear himself speaking but knew it wasn't really him. Run Sammy get out of here! His mind screamed.

"What?" Sam looked at him confused wondering what had he done to get Dean pissed off at him?

"You know you were always a thorn in my side. I could never stand the sight of you. Little Sammy always Mom's favorite." The voice taunted him. I don't mean it Sammy, don't listen to it!

Sam knew what was happening and tried to raise his stun gun but it was too late. Dean slammed his own gun down hard on Sam's arm causing the gun to fly from his hand. He then stood in front of Sam with his own gun hanging by his side.

"Dean…" Sam had dropped to one knee as he held his injured arm. "Dean you got to fight it…I know you're in there…fight it…." He looked up into Dean's face trying to get through to his brother.

"You know little brother life would be so much easier if you weren't around. I'm tired of babysitting your sorry ass all these years." Get out of here Sammy! Run! Dean could see his brother kneeling in front of him, he knew Sam had lost the stun gun but he knew he still had the other gun. Damn it Sammy shoot!

"Dean please, you don't want to do this…"

"How the hell do you know what I want to do? I should have left you burn to death that night instead of carrying you out of there. I've always hated you Sammy…always having to protect you…never having a life of my own. Well that ends here." Damn it Sammy get out of here! Don't listen to it! I don't mean any of it!

"I know you Dean, this isn't you talking. You got to fight for control Dean, I know you can do it…you just got to fight it." Sam said as he slowly stood up. He knew his only hope was to get to his stun gun or Dean's.

"Yeah Bro this is me, and once and for all I'm getting rid of you. I'm tired of carrying you around all these years. Excess baggage is all you ever were. You're nothing but a punk, a lousy good for nothing punk. I hate you…always have. You mean nothing to me. Say hi to Mom and that whore girlfriend of yours." He raised the gun and pointed it at Sam. Oh God no! Oh please no! Please don't do it! Dean fought with every thing he had to try and take back control of his body but it was useless. He could see the hurt in Sam's eyes as he listened to him.

Dean pointed the gun at Sam's stomach.

"Dean no! No don't!"Sam suddenly realized this was the dream he had been having. It wasn't a reversal of what had happenedat the asylum like he had thought, but a premonition warning him about what was to come. He looked at Dean with tears in his eyes. But the tears were for Dean not him. He knew his death would destroy his brother.

Dean smiled as he pulled the trigger.

Sam grunted in pain as the bullet tore into his stomach and spun him around.

"Oh God Dean…" He moaned as he fell to his knees then collapsed to the ground.

"Nooooooo! Dean screamed as the mist left his body.

TBC