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Burial Ground

Chapter twelve

Dean kept his eyes on the bear and waited for the agony to come. He knew if he tried to run the bear would be on him in a second. He had never backed down from anything before and he wasn't about to now. If he was going to die he'd look at it head on.

When the bear didn't attack immediately Dean realized that its attention was drawn to something behind it. The bear slowly turned and Dean got a glimpse of what it was looking at ……Sam. Dean was both relieved and horrified to see his brother standing there, relieved that he was alive and horrified that he was about to die right in front of him.

"Sammy…get out of here." Dean kept his voice soft not wanting to startle the bear into attacking. Sam looked like he had been to hell and back. He could barely stand, but he did, his gun trained on the bear. The bear, still on its hind legs, began walking toward him. "Sam get out of here!" Dean shouted as he rolled to his feet and away from the bear.

Sam shut his eyes for a second as a wave of dizziness over took him and he fell to his knees. Dean could see a steady stream of blood running down from behind the bandage on his brother's head.

Even though Sam felt like he was about to pass out he managed to keep his gun trained on the bear.

"Come on….just a little closer." He whispered as the bear slowly walked toward him. He knew he had to kill it or both he and his brother were as good as dead.

Dean stood to the side watching everything. He knew if he tried to distract the bear his brother would lose his shot. He raised his own gun hoping that by some miracle it might now work. He waited till Sam fired three quick shots then he emptied his own gun, which now worked, into the bear. He watched as the bullets plowed into the back of the bear's head right after Sam's bullets plowed into the front of it. The bear managed to stagger a few feet then fell dead, its body barely missing Sam. Dean limped over to his brother who was still down on his knees.

"Damn it's good to see you Sammy. I thought you might be dead." He said as he fell to his knees next to his brother.

Sam gave Dean a small smile, glad to be reunited with him.

"I heard the shots….You okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine…just twisted my leg a little back at the river. How 'bout you?" Dean asked as he gently removed the bandage from Sam's head. He winced when he saw the deep cut and lump under the bandage. "Looks like you took quite a hit." He said as he opened his backpack and took out the first aide kit.

"Yeah it feels like I got a marching band playing in my head." Sam winced in pain as Dean began dabbing at the cut with a gauze pad. "Ouch…take it easy." He reached toward the cut but Dean gently pulled his hand away.

"Don't touch it. You got a really nasty cut Sam and I'm going to need to stitch it up."

"Try not to leave a scar." Sam said as he tilted his head back allowing Dean to work on him.

"Why not…it'll give you something to tell the ladies about." Dean smiled as he tried his best to clean the wound. "Ladies love battle scars." Dean tried to hide his worry; the cut was deep and wouldn't stop bleeding. He knew his brother might also have a concussion and should be in the hospital but there was no way to call for help so he'd have to do the best he could for him. "Sam I found Andy."

"You did?" Sam turned his head toward his brother.

"Yeah. … Damn it Sammy hold still!" As gently as he could Dean began stitching up Sam's cut. "He's dead."

"What about the bow."

"He didn't have it on him."

"Oh great, now what do we do?"

"He was with two other people so I guess the only thing we can do is have them show us the direction they came from. Maybe Andy hid the bow on the way and we can back track him and find it."

"Where are they?"

Dean looked in the direction of the river.

"Probably half way out of the valley by now." He looked at Sam and smiled. "I left them in the river." Dean said as he began putting the kit away.

"You done?" Sam asked after Dean put a fresh bandage over the wound, when Dean nodded Sam tried to stand up. "We better go find them."

When Sam began to sway uneasily on his feet Dean quickly stood up and grabbed him.

"Easy….take it easy. Don't worry we'll find them." He put Sam's arm over his shoulder then began to lead him back to the river. "You know Sam if we can't find that bow we're basically screwed."

"Yeah I know."

TBC