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Rage

Chapter eleven

Dean was getting frustrated. He had spent hours searching the cemetery and had found nothing. He still had a small area to search but he was exhausted and decided to go back to the motel, take a shower, then head on over to the hospital to check in with Sam.

Motel

Dean walked into the motel room and threw his keys on the counter. He then turned and jumped a little when he saw a figure on the bed. He instinctively reached for his gun as he walked closer and turned on the light at the bed.

"Sam! What the hell are you doing here?" He asked as he put the gun down.

Sam tried to sit up but Dean could see it was painful for him and quickly went to his side and helped him.

"They know about the insurance….I left you a message where were you?"

"Um….I was just out …driving around….How did you get here?"

"Hitched."

Dean pulled out his cell phone and listened to his voice mail. A guilty feeling swept over him knowing that his brother needed him and once more he wasn't there for him.

"Sorry Sam. You okay?"

"Yeah." Sam shut his eyes for a moment as a sharp pain shot through his stomach, Dean had warned him about being off the pain medication and he was now starting to understand why. "Why was your phone off? You were out at that damn cemetery again weren't you? I know there's no service out there and that's why you didn't get my message."

"Sam…" Dean didn't want to get into an argument.

"Damn it Dean, you shouldn't be out there by yourself. What if that thing possesses you again?"

"Sam we got to find it before it hurts someone else."

"I know that….but you can't fight this by yourself. Who's going to watch your back?"

"Well last time it didn't work out so good for you did it…I was suppose to watch your back Sam and I ended up shooting you."

"So that's what it's about…revenge. You want to get this thing for what it did to you."

"No Sam, for what it did to you…. I almost killed you."

"No you didn't….the thing did Dean, there is a difference. Hey, we're even now. I shot you back at that asylum and now you shot me." Sam gave a little smile and then tried to stand up. He swayed a little and quickly sat back down.

"Sam you need to be in a hospital, you're way too weak to be out."

"I'll be okay. I'll just have to take it easy for a few days." He looked over at Dean. "You know Dean we really need to get out of this town. I'm sure by now they know I'm missing and the cops are out looking for me for cutting out on the bill. If they find us we're going to be in deep shit."

"That's why you need to stay hidden. Don't leave the motel; I'll bring food in for you."

"No Dean, we need to get out of here tonight. What if they search the motels in the area? We got to go, and we got to go now."

"Sam we can't just leave without at least trying to get rid of this thing."

"I feel bad about leaving too, believe me I do, but if we get caught we won't be helping anyone anymore."

"Well we can't leave for a few days anyway. Look at you, you can barely sit up. If you pass out on me while we're on the road what am I going to do?….Look, why don't we rest here a day or two then we'll get on the road."

"I don't know Dean, we really should go."

"Sam you can't even stand up, you need to rest."

"Well I don't like it …but maybe you're right." He felt lousy and he knew a day or two could make all the difference in the way he felt. "Okay, but you got to be careful. They know you're with me. If they spot you the gig is up."

"I'll only go out at night."

"And you'll stay away from that cemetery?"

"Yeah, I'll stay away from the cemetery." Dean hated lying to Sam but he knew he had to try and kill this thing. He couldn't just leave, not after what it had done to his brother.

The next night

They had spent the day sitting around watching TV and resting. Dean kept a wary eye on his brother watching for any sign that Sam's condition was worsening. Sam lay in the bed most of the day scared to move knowing the slightest movement would cause him agony. He tried his best to hide the pain from his brother but Dean could see the sweat dripping down his face from the effort.

"You know Sammy you need to be back in that hospital."

"I can't go back, you know that."

Dean got up and paced the room as he ran a hand through his hair. Seeing his brother suffering was starting to get to him.

"Well then we'll find another hospital."

"Dean I'm sure the hospital contacted all the other hospitals in the area and told them to be on the lookout for us. We're just lucky no one saw your car."

"Well then we'll drive out of state somewhere and find one."

"Dean calm down….I just need a day or so and I'll be fine." Sam could tell that Dean was going crazy being trapped in the motel room. "Look, its dark out, why don't you go out for awhile, relax and have a beer or two. Just keep an eye out for the cops."

"You know maybe I will…I'll bring something back for you to eat."

"Just soup." Sam wasn't even sure if he could keep it down but knew that he had to eat something to try and regain his strength.

"Soup it is….Why don't you try and get some rest while I'm gone."

"Yeah, I think I will." Sam settled back in the bed and tried to get as comfortable as possible. "Just be careful."

"I won't be too long." Dean said as he left. He pulled the door shut and locked it. Sam looked beat and more then likely would sleep for hours which would give him enough time to finish searching the cemetery. He jumped in the car and sped toward the cemetery.

TBC