Chapter 3

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Sam was grateful when light and sound returned to him after waking from a long, empty black sleep. However, Sam was less welcoming to the pain that accompanied his consciousness. His head pounded from where the old woman had hit him over the head, his back felt shredded from being dragged and he could swear his arms were going to pull out of their sockets.

Sam scanned his surroundings, noting that the trees were slowly moving past him and he could feel the occasional bump from the path, his arms pulled behind his head and the wrists held tightly by a pair of very strong hands.

Sam looked behind him, twisting his neck slightly. Sam gasped and started to struggle again when he saw that the pair of strange hands pulling him along the forest floor belonged to the freaky blind lady from earlier.

The woman stopped walking and looked down at Sam in surprise, as though she had almost forgotten he was there. Then she broken out in a Cheshire grin and pulled him up to a standing position, wrapping her spindly arms around his waist. "Oh Sam, I'm so happy you're awake," she whispered lovingly, stroking his hand with her scab encrusted fingers.

Sam held his breath; the odor coming off the creature was a putrid mix of blood and decay. The creature crooned to Sam softly and hugged him tighter; he could feel the emaciated ribs of it poking into his own side.

The woman looked up into Sam's eyes, "Come with me Sam. I want to show you something," she told him gently. Without waiting for an answer, she starting spinning the two in circles like an odd dance and after a moment stumbled to a stop.

Removing one of her hands from around her captive, she pointed ahead of them, "Look."

Slowly, Sam followed her arm and gasped, stepping back into the safety of the forest. At the very tips of his sneakers was a sheer drop down with only the tips of trees to see for miles.

"It's just beautiful, darling?" The woman asked, holding Sam firmly.

Sam struggled against the woman's grasp, desperate to get away from the edge of the cliff and from her. All his struggling was for naught however, except her tightening her grip even more.

"Sam," the woman breathed making him pause in his struggle for safety. He looked down at her, confused with her sudden change.

With a mischievous grin, the creature stood on its toes and locked lips with Sam who immediately started ferociously struggling again. As he fought, he decided that if he managed to get away he was not going to tell Dean about this.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, the woman released Sam's lips and stepped back slightly for the gagging boy. "Well, this was a fun break, but we really ought to get moving again, love," she told the boy and started walking forwards, her arms still wrapped around his waist.

Sam locked his knees tight, trying to dig his heels into the soft dirt, his hands scrabbling at low hanging tree branches. After a minute of enduring his struggles, the woman let out a sigh and swept her foot under his, knocking back onto the ground. Wrapping her hands around Sam's wrists she started her walk through the forest

~SPN~

John and Dean raced along the forest trails, desperate to find Sam but also careful not to fall and injure themselves along the way. John kept his mind focused on the trail he was following. The monster hadn't bothered to cover its tracks well, an indication it didn't see him or Dean as a threat. He didn't want to take his mind off the trail, knowing that if he did he would think only about how his youngest son had tried to warn him about something about this case and he didn't listen.

Dean hurried along behind his father, his heart racing. It was his job to protect his brother but he wasn't even there when Sam needed him the most. He was furious with himself.

"Dean," John said suddenly and pointed to where the trail deviated from its fairly straight course and into the trees. "He started struggling again," John added as they followed the trail to the edge of a cliff with a straight drop. After a moment of following the trail away from the cliff and back into the trees John felt a swell of pride in Sam, the boy was fighting hard, he hadn't given up. "Atta boy, Sam," John whispered.

A/N:

1) Thanks again to AlElizabeth for editing

2) As I was writing the kissing part I was cringing on the inside