This is the last chapter. Thanks again for the reviews, I appreciated each of them. Hope the ending doesn't suck too much.

The Cavern of Death

Chapter eleven

"Sam, try to move to one side of it if you can. Maybe I can burn a hole in the other side and then pull you out."

Sam struggled weakly and finally managed to move a little to the side but not much. Dean held up the flame thrower but hesitated. What if he torched the thing and it went up in a ball of flames? Would he be able to get Sam out in time? Or what if the flames had no effect on the thing? Would it only consume his brother faster? He looked at Sam and could see the worried look in his eyes. He knew he was thinking the same thing.

"Dean you're going to have to try it. Just do it…it'll be better then being eaten alive."

Dean knew he'd want Sam to try it too if it was him trapped inside, but could he do it? What if the thing collapsed in on his brother and killed him? Could he live with himself knowing his actions killed his little brother? He knew he didn't have a choice he had to try something, if he didn't Sam was as good as dead. He decided to try the salt first. Maybe if he sprinkled salt on it it would dissolve enough of it that he could pull Sam free. He took out the can of salt and threw some on the side of the creature. Steam rose from the creature and the main body broke away from the piece that had been salted taking Sam with it. Dean could see it tighten its grip on Sam and could tell his brother was now having trouble breathing. The creature crawled over to another part of the cavern and positioned itself against the wall. Dean shot the flame thrower at the broken off salted piece to see what its reaction would be, it collapsed in on itself and dissolved in front of him. The creature, as if sensing what Dean was trying to do, began to hurry up the process of dissolving Sam's body. Dean could see no outward sign of what was happening to Sam, but when he put his head back and screamed in agony he figured it out.

"Sammy!" Dean ran up to it and stood next to his brother. He fought the urge to reach inside the thing and try to pull his brother out, he knew if that thing sucked him in with Sam they were both dead. "Sammy…." He said quietly as his eyes filled with tears as he watched his brother's suffering.

Sam looked over at Dean.

"Get out of here Dean!...I don't want you to watch this!..." He turned his face away as he clenched his teeth in pain.

There was one last thing Dean could try, the drug. He said a silent prayer that it would work as he removed the two syringes from his pocket and held them up. Then as if sensing what he was going to do, the thing suddenly spit Sam out and grabbed hold of Dean quickly drawing him into the center of it. As it grabbed him the syringes flew from his hands and landed on the ground.

"Nooooo!" Sam screamed as he lay on the floor. Too weak to get up, he began slowly crawling over to the creature. Tears filled his eyes as he tried to think of some way to help his brother. "Dean I'm sorry!...I'm sorry!" He kept repeating knowing that by Dean trying to save him he was the one now in danger of dying.

Dean tried desperately to punch his way out of the creature but it wasn't working, it felt like he was punching a marshmallow. He watched as Sam crawled toward the syringes and could tell it took all of his brother's strength just to stay conscious. Once Sam had the syringes in his hand he hesitated for only a second before plunging them into the creature and releasing the drug. He then gave into his exhaustion and collapsed in front of it.

"Sammy!" Dean shouted seeing his brother lying helpless in front of the creature. "Sam you got to get up….you got to get out of here!" It was no use, Sam was out cold and Dean could only watch as the thing reached out its slimy arm and grabbed hold of his brother dragging him once more toward it. "Nooooo!" Dean shouted as he drew his knife out of his back pocket and began slicing at the creature. At first the creature resisted and fought back, sealing the knife wounds immediately, but finally in what seemed like hours but was actually was only a few minutes Dean could feel the thing begin to weaken as the drugs took affect. He sliced even faster till he cut his way out of the creature and then quickly pulled Sam away from it. His brother was pale and weak but he was alive. Dean drug him to the relative safety of the other cave then went back and emptied the rest of the salt on the thing and shot it with the flame thrower. It began to break into sections which when hit with the fire began to slowly dissolve. It seemed a little too easy Dean thought, but at least it seemed to be working. When the entire creature seemed to be dissolving Dean went back to his brother. He tied Sam's body with the rope then looked up though the hole hoping at least one of the men had remained above.

"Hey!" He shouted, and then gave a small smile when he saw all of them look back down at him. "Pull my brother up!"

Sam was starting to regain consciousness and began to moan as he was slowly raised off the floor then pulled up and out of the hole Once Sam was untied the rope was tossed back down to Dean who began climbing up it, but as he climbed he felt something holding him back. He glanced down and could see that a section of the creature had him by the ankle and was beginning to grow rapidly back into its former shape and size. He pulled as hard as he could but it wouldn't release him. His strength was just about to give out when all of a sudden he felt the thing let go of him and he turned around and watched as it was violently thrown back into the cave. Dean looked at it confused, wondering what had caused the reaction. He then looked up through the hole and could see Sam's face looking back at him. Sam had his hand up to his head as if in severe pain and Dean immediately knew what had happened as he continued up the rope. Sam had used the power of his mind to pry that thing off of him. Once out of the hole Dean knelt by his brother's side as the other men stood around them confused as to what had just happened. Sam still knelt next to the hole his hands pressed against his temples, his face twisted in pain.

"Sam….Sammy." Dean gently took Sam's hands and pulled them away from his head. "You did it again didn't you, like what you did at Max's?….You used telekinesis…you threw it off of me by using your mind." Dean could sense the other men looking at him like he had lost his mind but right now his only concern was his brother.

"Yeah." Sam gasped his eyes still shut in pain.

"What made you do it now, why didn't you stop it before?"

"I don't know…I can't control it… I saw it had you and…." Sam looked at Dean. "It just happened."

Dean was worried; he didn't know what was happening to Sam. He knew he had premonitions and now this. But the thing that really worried him was the pain Sam was in while having a psychic experience. It scared him because he didn't know how to ease the pain other then try to talk him through it.

Sam looked at Dean.

"You okay?" He asked.

"I'm fine, how 'bout yourself?"

"Not bad… just tired…and I have a hell of a headache." He gave a little smile relieved that they were both alive.

"We need to get you stitched up again…" Dean said looking at Sam's bloody shirt. "You lost a lot of blood."

"I'll be fine."

"Yeah, sure…" Dean knew Sam hated getting stitches almost as much as he did. "Well what do you think we should we do about our friend down there?"

"I say we blow the cave up and seal the son of a bitch in there."

"How are we going to do that?" Gary asked.

"We have explosives in our trunk."

The men looked back and forth at each other.

"Who are you guys?"

Sam gave Dean a little grin expecting to hear him reel off something to make them sound like superheroes so he quickly spoke up.

"We're just brothers."

"But…but how did you knock that thing off of him? I heard him say you used your mind."

Sam looked the man straight in his eyes.

"I really don't know." He said honestly. He wished he understood what was happening to him and how he could control it but he didn't. "It just happens sometimes."

Dean looked over at him.

"Well what do you say we take care of business so we can get out of here?"

"Yeah, let's end this thing."

They headed down to the car and removed the man from the trunk then grabbed some dynamite, fuses, and caps from the hidden compartment under the trunk. They then put the caps on the dynamite and headed back up to the hole with the man. They tied him to his two companions and put them a safe distance from the hole. Then after making sure the others were far enough away that they wouldn't be hurt, they lit the dynamite and dropped it into the hole. They then quickly ran over to the others and waited.

About a minute later the dynamite went off and they watched as the large boulder collapsed in on itself sealing the hole and the cave.

"Well let's see that thing try to get out of that." Dean said grinning over at Sam then he looked at the other men. "We'll take you back into town and you can contact the police and let them know about the kidnappings and then they can come out here and pick up these men. I'd leave out the part about the creature, they won't believe you anyway." Dean said smiling, he knew from past experiences not to talk to the cops. "My brother and I….we need to get going so I hope you can keep us out of this."

"Hey, you saved our lives. If it wasn't for you two we'd still be down there. Yeah, we'll keep our mouths shut." Gary looked at the other men who nodded their agreement.

Later

They drove the men back to town and dropped them off near the police station then drove away not wanting to become involved in an investigation. After they had been driving for about ten minutes Dean glanced over at Sam.

"You know Sam if you could learn to control that telekinesis thing you have going it could really come in handy on a hunt."

Sam shook his head sadly and looked out the window.

"You know, I didn't ask for this…What ever is happening to me, I don't want it." He looked over at Dean. "Why me Dean? Why not you?... Why not both of us? It doesn't make sense. These premonitions…this power to move things…" Sam's eyes filled with tears. "All I wanted was a normal life…A life with Jess, not this…." Sam's voice cracked and he couldn't continue.

Dean swallowed the lump in his throat hearing his brother's pain.

"There must be a reason Sam. We just have to find out what it is."

"What if we don't? What if I never know why this is happening to me?"

Dean glanced at Sam trying to think of something reassuring to say, but he knew Sam was right, maybe they would never know why Sam was given these powers. He decided it was better to say nothing. They were both tired and right now all he wanted was to find a motel far from there then take a shower and get some rest. Dean knew Sam should go to a hospital and get his wound stitched up but he also knew Sam had skipped out on his bill and even though that was in Pennsylvania he knew the hospital might have notified the surrounding states. He knew he'd have to clean the wound and stitch Sam up himself. He didn't look forward to it, it was a painful procedure but their dad had taught them well in both fighting and first aide and they had stitched each other up many times before. He looked over at Sam who had put his head back and was resting, he knew he was exhausted. Yeah he'd take care of his baby brother, the rest of his life if he had to. He had made that promise to himself a long time ago and he intended to keep it. He glanced in his rear view mirror, glad to be putting the town far behind them.

The End