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Burial Ground

Chapter thirteen

They walked to the river then began following it as it flowed through the valley. Both brothers walked silently each trying to deal with their own pain. Sam's head was pounding and the cut bled even through the stitches and pad. Dean limped next to his brother, wincing each time he took a step. When they had walked for an hour and hadn't run into the couple they began to get worried.

"Maybe something got them." Sam said as he looked down the river.

"Maybe."

Sam walked over to a rock and sat down, it was obvious to Dean he was exhausted.

"How are we going to back track him if we can't find the other two? They're the only ones who know where they had been."

"I don't know, all I know is that the kid didn't have the bow on him so he must have ditched it somewhere between where he was killed and the burial ground."

"That's a hell of a lot of ground to cover."

"Yeah I know." Dean knew it would be almost impossible to recover the bow without knowing where Andy had been before he was killed.

Sam shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"You okay?" Dean asked.

"Yeah….just a headache."

"Sam, you really took a beating in the river. Maybe we should just forget about all this and get you to a hospital, you could have a concussion."

"We can't just stop looking. Who knows how many more people might die."

"Yeah, including us."

Sam looked over at Dean, he knew he was right, without the bow there was nothing they could do and that they too could end up dead.

It was then Mike and Andrea walked out of the woods.

"Boy we're glad to see you guys." Mike said relieved that he and Andrea were no longer alone.

"I told you two to stay in the river."

"We saw that bear go after you so we stayed in the river for awhile then got out and hid in the woods." Andrea explained.

"You two okay?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, just scared." Andrea gave a nervous laugh then looked over at Sam. "I see you found your brother." She said to Dean.

"Yeah….or I should say he found me."

"We thought maybe this curse you told us about got you both." Mike said.

"No….at least not yet." Dean gave a little smile then looked up at the darkening sky. "We better go see if we can find cover somewhere for the night. Tomorrow we'll back track your steps and see if we can find out where your friend hid the bow."

Later that night

They found a small clearing in the woods and set up camp. Within a few hours Mike and Andrea crawled off to sleep by the fire while Dean and Sam kept watch. Sam looked like he was ready to pass out but Dean kept him talking. He knew if Sam did have a concussion the best thing to do was keep him awake for twenty four hours or he could lapse into a coma.

"Sam you know if we don't find the bow we're screwed." Dean said as he threw more sticks onto the fire.

"Yeah….but what are we going to do?"

"I don't know. The only other thing that will end this is a human sacrifice…. and I don't see anyone standing in line waiting to become one."

"So we just leave?"

"What else can we do Sam?"

"I don't know….maybe we can reason with the spirits."

"Reason with them? How?"

"Maybe we could go to the burial ground and let them know how sorry we are that their cemetery was desecrated, and that we tried to help."

"You think they'd listen to us? I doubt it."

"Maybe, maybe they would."

"Sam these Indians were massacred by the white man. We took their land…their lives….They hate us for coming here….They're not about to listen to us."

"Shhhh." Sam held up his hand.

"What?" Dean looked out into the dark woods.

"Something's out there."

TBC