Thanks for the reviews. This is the last chapter and I suck at endings so I hope no one is disappointed.

Rage

Chapter twelve

Three hours later

"Dean!" Sam screamed as he sprang up in bed and immediately regretted it as a searing pain shot through his stomach. He took a deep breath trying to recover from his nightmare as he looked around the room for his brother. In this dream Dean was the one in trouble. He looked over at the clock and realized Dean had been gone for over three hours. Where was he anyway Sam wondered? Then it came to him, he had gone to the cemetery.

"Damn it Dean!" Sam painfully got out of bed. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a twenty. He wondered if it would be enough to get him to the cemetery. He called the front office and asked them to call a cab for him.

Cemetery

"Where the hell are you?" Dean asked angrily as he looked around the cemetery. He had covered at least ninety percent of it in the last few days and so far no luck. He knew in a day or two Sam would insist that they leave, and he didn't want to do that without destroying this thing first. He was looking out over the cemetery and never heard the man who came up behind him.

"What are you doing out here?"

Dean spun around and found himself face to face with the caretaker of the cemetery.

"Um…just trying to find my aunt's grave." He said quickly, it was the best he could come up with on the spur of the moment.

"At night?"

"Well, I was just passing through the area and thought I'd see if I could find it."

"What do you got there?" The caretaker walked over and took Dean's metal detector out of his hands.

"Oh that…" Dean tried to think of something to say that would make some kind of sense..

"That's a metal detector, my son has one. What the hell are you doing out here with a metal detector?" The man asked.

"Well uh…." Dean knew he had to think fast, he knew he was going to sound like an idiot but… "Well um…. My family and I have a bet going. I say my aunt was buried in a metal coffin and my family says it was a wooden coffin. I figured with the metal detector once I found her grave I would be able to tell if it was metal or wood." Dean smiled, hoping it sounded reasonable. "I have a hundred dollar bet riding on this." He added.

"And what's that in your hand." Dean slowly raised his stun gun and the caretaker stepped back. "Hey, just take it easy mister…"

"It's just a stun gun." Dean smiled trying to reassure the man.

"What the hell do you need with a stun gun in a cemetery?"

"Well you don't know what kind of crazy person you might run into in a cemetery." Dean grinned as he pointed the gun at the ground. "It's just for protection." He added.

The caretaker looked at Dean like he was some kind of lunatic, but figured he was harmless.

"Well this cemetery closes at sundown; you're going to have to leave."

"Sure, no problem just thought I'd see if I could find Aunt Katherine." Dean smiled at the caretaker, grateful that it didn't appear that he was going to notify the cops. He turned and started walking back to his car while the caretaker followed him carrying his metal detector. Dean figured he'd come back tomorrow and try to finish the small amount of land he hadn't covered yet. But as he walked Dean never noticed the red mist that came up behind the caretaker and entered his body. As they neared his car Dean turned back to the caretaker.

"I'll take that now." He put out his hand for the metal detector. But instead of handing it over the caretaker swung the metal detector hard at Dean's other arm and knocked the stun gun out of his hand. Dean gave a small yelp of pain as he grabbed his arm. But before he could recover the caretaker slammed the detector down hard on his shoulder and he collapsed to the ground stunned.

"You scum, you were suppose to kill your brother and he's still alive!" The caretaker screamed at Dean and then swung the detector around hitting him on the side of his head snapping it to the side. Blood poured out of a gash above his eye making it difficult to see. "You're worth nothing! No one will miss you when you're dead." The caretaker looked down at him grinning. "You can't stop me, and neither can your punk brother. Once I kill you I'll find your brother and finish him off too."

Dean shook his head slightly trying to clear it. He tried to stand but ended up falling back to the ground as everything started spinning. The only thing he could do was crawl backward away from the man who kept advancing on him. Dean knew one more hard hit and he was done for. His shoulder was killing him and he thought his collar bone might be broken. He tried to reach for the stun gun but it was kicked away by the caretaker who raised the detector once more over Dean's body. Dean shut his eyes and turned his face away knowing that the next blow would probably kill him. His only thought was of Sam, if he would be okay without him?

"Hold it!" A voice screamed from behind Dean. He looked over his shoulder and couldn't believe his eyes. It was Sam. He looked terrible and looked like he was about to fall over any minute but he was there.

Sam slowly walked toward the caretaker, his arm tight around his injured stomach. It took every ounce of strength he had not to collapse. He knew the only way he could help Dean was to try and get the man's attention on him and give Dean time to get to the stun gun. But he could see that Dean had been hurt and could only hope he had enough strength left in him to reach the gun. Sam slowly walked to the side of the caretaker drawing his attention away from his brother. The caretaker turned and glared at him.

"So you return? You really are stupid aren't you, now you're brother will watch you die before I kill him."

"You're not killing anyone." Sam said as he continued to circle the man. He glanced over at Dean who knew what Sam was doing and slowly inched his way toward the stun gun.

"You should be dead! If your half ass brother had any sense he would have finished you off with a bullet to your brain. You know he hates you, he resents you….Always being saddled with you….He wanted you to die you know? He prayed you would die and he would be rid of you once and for all. He's hated you all your life….Did you know that? Your Dad took off because he couldn't stand the sight of you and now your brother is stuck with you again. He wishes you were dead… He wishes you had died in that fire with your whore mother….You humans are all alike….pathetic creatures…"

Dean could see the hurt in Sam's eyes as he listened to the thing speak. He could only hope Sam didn't believe any of it. Dean watched as the caretaker swung out at Sam with the metal detector. Sam managed to jump out of the way just in time but by doing so he twisted his injured side. He gave a little cry of pain as he doubled over holding his stomach. The man came up next to Sam and raised the metal detector over his head.

"Goodbye Sammy."

Dean knew it was now or never. He scrambled over to the stun gun praying it wasn't broken and fired at the man. The caretaker's body began to convulse as the electric current shot through him. When he didn't immediately go down Dean fired again. This time the man dropped to his knees and fell over. They both watched as the red mist left the man and hovered over his body for a short time then turned to hard crystals and fell to the ground breaking into little pieces.

Sam painfully walked over to Dean who was still lying on the ground with the stun gun in his hand.

"You okay?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Dean said as he slowly got up. His shoulder throbbed and the blood from the cut above his eyes covered one side of his face, but he was alive and so was his brother and right now that was all that mattered. They had defeated the thing, at least he hoped so.

"I thought you told me you weren't going to come out here without me?"

"I lied." Dean grinned at his brother. "What the hell are you doing out here anyway. You should be in bed."

"I would be but I had to come out here and save your sorry ass."

"Hey, I had everything under control."

"Yeah, it looked that way." Sam grinned.

"Well what do we do now?" Dean walked over and checked the caretaker; he was only unconscious but for how long he didn't know.

"Is he okay?" Sam asked.

"He should be fine but we got to get out of here before he wakes up and calls the cops."

"What about the shell this thing lives in?"

Dean shook his head.

"I couldn't find it. And I don't think we can afford to hang around here looking for it." Dean wiped the back of his hand over the cut above his eye smearing the blood across his forehead.

"Are you going to be okay? You look pretty busted up." Sam was worried; he could tell Dean was hurting.

"Nothing a shower and a hot meal won't fix."

"Well I think you're going to have to wait for that shower till we're far from this town. I say we go back to the motel, pack our gear, and get out of here. I'm sure the cops are still looking for me and if they see you busted up the way you are they'll have a lot of questions we won't be able to answer. We'll call the cops and have them come out and check on this guy to make sure he's okay." Sam leaned down and picked up the metal detector and turned to head back to the car.

"Sam." Dean called to his brother who turned around and looked at him. "Aren't you going to wait for me to say thanks?"

Sam smiled.

"Why?...That's what brothers are for?"

Epilogue

They left the cemetery and went back to the motel where they quickly packed. Sam cleaned the blood off of Dean's face and then put a few butterfly band-aids on the gash to close it. They then loaded up their car, paid their motel bill, then jumped in the Impala and took off. When they got to the outskirts of town they pulled over at a roadside phone booth and called the cops and told them to check on the caretaker. There was nothing more they could do; they had to get out of town before the cops tracked them down. They could only hope that the thing had been destroyed. All they could do was keep an eye on the local papers for the next few months and see if any other strange murders occurred in the area. But right now all they both wanted was to find a nice quiet motel far from there and hold up in it till their wounds healed.

The End