A/N: Chapter 3…hmmm.

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Recap: Shocked and rather scared Sam stepped backwards gun out and ready for an attack. He spun around eyes connecting with a sight he was so happy to see."Dean…" He breathed.

Haunted.

Chapter 3 The Silent Treatment.

(Sam's POV)

"Dean…" He breathed. Running forwards and forgetting any possible threat that could arise Sam looked at his brother. His chest was still rising and falling, proving that he was still breathing. He checked his pulse in case, but it was there, strong and continuing. Thankful Sam knelt next to Dean, trying to rouse him as it just seemed as though he was unconscious.

"Dean, come on Dean wake up. You do realise this is the second time I've had to try and wake you up now?" He tapped Dean lightly on the face, but gained no response. He growled. Gripping his arms tightly Sam shuck his brother back into the real world.

"Urg…Sammy?"

"Yeah Dean its me. What the hell happened out here?"

"God, give me a minute will you I feel like I've just been in a wrestling match with Godzilla." He groaned and sat up, leaning against the tree he fell against. "So… how'd you know to come looking for me? And more importantly how'd you find me?"

"I answered the phone."

"You did?"

"Yeah, just as you dropped it. I heard gunshots and shouting, I called you but when you didn't hear me I got the car and came to look for you…"

"Didn't take long I suppose with a whopping great black hole where the park should be." A moment of silence ensued.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah just a knock on the head. I'm fine. Shoulder's killin' me though."

"Dean?"

"Yeah Sam?"

"What happened?"

"I…I dunno. One minute I was walking in the park, next I was swallowed up by darkness and something was whispering to me."

"Yeah I heard something say 'I'm here Dean'. Did you see it?"

"I saw a dark figure couldn't make out any features but…it put its hand on my chest. Creepy son of a bitch huh?"

"Oh, so that's why you have a hole in your shirt." Sam commented amused.

"Yeah…damn this was my favourite shirt…You better not have hurt my baby."

"Dean," Sam whined rolling his eyes to look at his brother who was standing up. "Just…forget about your car for a minute. We need to figure out what attacked you, and why."

"Yeah well while you do that Sammy I'll be headin' for the car."

Sam sighed as Dean stood up, wobbling slightly before limping towards the Impala. He hadn't felt this worried about his brother since before he went to Stanford.

(Dean's POV)

Dean sat in the driver's seat of the Impala calmly awaiting his brother's arrival. He drummed his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel, cursing his brother for being so…so Sam! For example he worried too much; ever since Dean's brush with death Sam treated him like china. Secondly he is too nosy and stubborn for his own good. Yes they were brothers and Dean would die for Sam but some things are meant to stay in the past. And thirdly he takes too damn long packing his bags!

Dean growled and leant back in his seat all ready to go storming into the motel room and drag his brother out by his scrawny little neck. Deans hopes where dashed however when Sam appeared in the doorway of the room a frown wrinkling his brow. Dean sighed and rubbed his eyes, he was still angry at him. He watched Sam walk towards the trunk of the car in the mirror wincing, when he slammed it shut glaring at Dean the whole time. Sam broke the glare and walked around to the passenger seat of the Impala slamming that door as well.

There was a moments silence before Dean spoke, eyes fixed on the steering wheel, determined not to look at his brother.

"What do you expect me to do Sammy?" He said cursing himself inwardly at the tone of his voice. Sam turned and stared at Dean and he could tell that Sammy's gaze had softened considerably. But, he hadn't meant to sound so vulnerable, so…human, with feelings and emotions. He sighed and rubbed his eyes again, conscious of Sam watching his every move.

"Dean, I just want to find out what did this to you. We could stay here, whatever is in Dakota isn't going anywhere and-"

"And neither is the thing that attacked me alright?"

"Dean-"

"No Sam." Dean said firmly starting up the car. It was amazing how Dean could flip from being relaxed to Dad-like-resolved and stern in a second. "We have business in Dakota, that's where we'll go."

"But Dean you're in no condition to drive!"

At this Dean's head turned very slowly to look at his brother. His chin tucked down and teeth clenched he glared at Sam under his eyebrows watching as Sam visibly gulped and turned to face the front of the car again. Satisfied Dean turned back to the front also checking his mirror for traffic as he began the trip back to Dakota.

(Sam's POV)

Sam sighed quietly and glanced at Dean again, willing him to say something, anything, to come out with a string of malevolent curses something other that the silence that had descended upon the car.

Sam had tried to make conversation but Dean had remained silent-ignoring him completely-and motionless apart from the telltale sign that he was clenching his teeth. The music wasn't even playing so Dean couldn't even defend that he couldn't hear Sam, no he was just blatantly disregarding him.

Sam turned resting his head against the cool pane of the window. They would be in Dakota soon and Dean would have to talk to him sometime. He shifted slightly in his seat turning to glance at Dean again who of course had that stubborn resolute look upon his face, jaw clenched, back straight, eyes glued on the traffic.

He hadn't been this worried about his brother since before Stanford, and he couldn't figure out why. All danger was gone, but Sam was still left with that unshakable feeling of dread that resided in the pit of his stomach. It was like something was just waiting around the corner, or just beyond Sam's line of view and it was just waiting for him to make one mistake, that's all it would take. Sam couldn't take this, he couldn't think about it anymore, there was just too many questions that would be left unanswered, too many scenarios that left Dean hurt or dead. What was that thing? Why was it after Dean, what did it want with him? Sam sighed and rubbed his eyes about to dispel all questions and thoughts from his head when Dean spoke.

"Just how I left it." He said quietly looking around the small town they were now driving through.

"When were you last here?" Sam asked hoping to break the silence that threatened to fall again and also out of curiosity.

"Ten years ago." He replied.

"Strange…I don't remember coming here." Sam said finally after looking at the church they drove past, there was a funeral taking place.

"Dad didn't want to bring you, so we left you at Father Jims'."

"What? Why?"

"Too dangerous."

Before Sam could ask anymore questions Dean had pulled into a Motel and stepped out of the car leaving Sam to occupy his own thoughts while he waited for Dean. Within minutes he was back and hauling his bags out of the trunk of the car motioning for am to do the same.

"Gotta room. Now lets find out what this son of a bitch is this time!"

A/N Hurray! I'm so so soooo sorry for the really long delay...I've been on holiday! Hope you like the chapter!