Chapter 13:

The feel of the house was instantly familiar. Danger. As soon as he entered, every instinct in his body screamed to get out. The moonlight filtered through the windows, bouncing shadows off the walls, which looked even worse he was sure, because of his double vision. His eyes scanned the room. Then the hair on the back of his neck stood up and a chill ran down his spine. Well, that's never a good sign. Then, there she was. The little girl. Only now, he realized, she was a ghost. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me." He shook his head trying to clear his vision.

She looked up at Dean with sad, tear filled eyes. In a small voice she said, "I'm sorry for what my Daddy did. But, please...please help us."

Dean was unsure of what to say. The kid was obviously no threat. But he had no idea what she was talking about. Just as he was about to ask her what was going on she turned and looked behind her, her face flashing fear. Then she disappeared.

"Would you like me to refresh your memory?"

Dean's head snapped up, eyes searching for the owner of the voice. But he kept quiet.

"You are a foolish boy."

Suddenly Mr. Wells appeared right in front of Dean. "Now let me put an end to your misery."

A scream. At first he thought he was dreaming. But then another scream. No, that was real. He was suddenly very aware of lying on the hard ground, his pain filled body, the gashes on his back, and the fact that it was night. He wasn't dreaming. And he knew that voice. Dean.

Without a second thought, he shot straight up. Only to regret it half a second later. "Son of a bitch!" he yelled out loud. Suck it up Sam, he told himself. You gotta figure out what's going on. The last thing he remembered was leaving the basement with his Dad and Dean. Now, he found himself lying in the dirt under a night sky. Quickly he looked around him for his family. He found his father lying to the left of him. He crawled to him and gave him a quick look over. He seemed to only be unconscious. "Dad? Dad, can you hear me?" Sam shook him slightly. "Wake up!." But John gave no indication he heard his son. "Damn it!" Sam turned to his right, expecting to see Dean, but he wasn't there.

Sam scanned the rest of the area but saw no sign of Dean. Panic began to rise and his heart began to beat faster. "Dean!" he screamed into the night. Sam rose to his feet making a small circle, searching, hoping to find his brother lying somewhere near to them. "Dean! Dean, answer me! Where are you!" Still no answer. That's when he remembered the scream. 'Oh my God.' His eyes wandered to the house. The front door was still open. He couldn't see any movement from where he was. But somewhere inside, something told him, that was exactly where his brother was.

"Please don't be in there. Please let me be wrong." Without regard to his own physical injuries, or the fact that he was leaving his father alone and unconscious, he made his way to his brother.

-TBC-

Okay, so maybe I'm dragging the story out a little bit, but I just can't seem to let it go. Hope you hang in there with me! Thanks again!