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Burial Ground

Chapter nine

When Sam woke up a few hours later he was lying on the river bank. His first thought was if Dean was okay. He quickly sat up and regretted it immediately as a sharp pain shot through his head. He reached up and touched the nasty lump on the side of his head which was bleeding profusely.

"Dean!" He called out then winced as another pain shot through his head. He took off his back pack and pulled out a white undershirt which he ripped a strip off of and tied around his head to stop the bleeding. It was all he had; Dean had their first aide kit in his backpack. He slowly got to his feet and stood looking down the river. Where was Dean? Was he further down the river or had he managed to get to shore up river? Or….was he dead? "Dean!" Sam shouted again then shut his eyes as his head felt like it was splitting in two.

They had always told each other if they got separated to head for their original destination and hopefully they would meet up there. But what if Dean was hurt or even worse? Or what if he had been swept further down the river? Sam had no idea what to do. If he headed down river he could miss his brother who might be heading toward Mirror Lake. But if Dean was down river and was hurt…..

"Dean!" Sam shouted again.

He pulled out his map then took out his compass. The lake should be a few miles east of where he was at. He decided he'd head down river for a short while and if he didn't find Dean he'd then head toward Mirror Lake and pray that he'd run into him there.

Up river

Dean followed the river hoping he'd spot Sam, his leg causing him agony with each step. He tried to ignore the pain. He knew his leg wasn't broken only badly bruised but he also knew it would eventually become numb making it even harder to walk. He could only hope that he found Sam before that happened.

"Sam! Sammy!" He shouted every few minutes praying he'd hear an answer. Tears filled his eyes at the thought that when he found his brother he might be dead. No, he wasn't going to allow himself to think that. Sam was fine, probably heading in his direction. But when he rounded a bend and saw no sign of his brother his hopes were smashed. "Damn it Sammy where are you?" Dean wiped angrily at his tears.

He had tried to protect his brother all his life and now in a second Sam had been ripped from his hands.

"Sammy!"

And then he saw it….blood smeared grass. He quickly hurried over to it. Was it Sam's blood? The amount of blood was substantial and if it was his brother he could be bleeding to death. But where was he? Had he fallen back into the river, or had he headed toward Mirror Lake? Or maybe it wasn't Sam's blood at all. Maybe a wolf or bear had taken down a deer and it was the deer's blood on the grass. He had no way of knowing. He figured he'd head down river for another half hour and if he still didn't find Sam he'd head toward Mirror Lake, hopefully Sam was headed that way.

He had walked for another twenty minutes when he heard a cry of pain coming from down river

"Sam!" He ran as fast as his bad leg allowed him to. He could hear the painful screams coming from the other side of a hill he was running up. "Sammy!" He called out as he pulled out his gun.

When he got to the top of the hill he watched in horror as a pack of wolves began attacking the man below. He could only see the back of the man but he recognized Sam's dark green jacket and his long brown hair.
"Nooooooo!" He screamed as he watched the wolves pull the man to the ground and begin to rip him apart.

TBC