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Visions from Hell

Chapter two

Later

They stopped at a small store near the entrance to the canyon to pick up supplies and ask a few questions.

"How long are you boys expecting to stay?" The clerk asked.

"Just a few days." Dean said as he put some bottled water on the counter.

"You're lucky; the canyon's really pretty this time of year."

"So we've been told." Dean smiled, he then decided to see if he could get any new information out of the clerk. "I heard you had a rash of suicides in the last two weeks."

"Yeah…Why anyone would want to jump off those cliffs is beyond me."

"Doesn't it seem a little strange, eight suicides in only two weeks?"

"Yeah, it's a bit high… but we always have suicides in the canyon. Maybe it's the beauty of the area….makes some people depressed I guess."

"Yeah, guess so…."

Sam walked over.

"We heard some weird stories on the way up here…about a miner's ghost walking through the canyon. What's up with that?"

The man gave a little laugh.

"Oh don't you go believing any of that hogwash."

"So you've heard the story?"

"Yeah I heard it, actually some old Indian families that still live around here claim that it's true."

"How's the story go?"

"Well, it seems there was a miner, Ned Watkins I believe his name was….well, he and his crew were trapped in the mine in 1881. One night there was a bad cave in and most of the miners were killed outright. They found them the next day, but four of the men were missing including Watkins. It took them about ten days to remove the rubble and when they found them he was the only man alive, but he was totally insane. They later found the bodies of his three companions… Well I should say what was left of the bodies….they were picked clean of all their flesh. The third man was strung up by his wrists and Watkins apparently had slit the man's wrist and was drinking his blood to survive."

"Boy, that story ought to keep the lights on at night around here." Dean said smiling as he glanced at Sam.

"That's not the end of it…..Watkins was locked away for awhile but escaped. … They say he came back. People began disappearing and were later found…or at least their bones were and the story got started that Watkins was the one responsible."

"Wow, that's quite a story."

"Yeah it is. And now with these suicides happening in the same area people are talking."

"They think they're connected?"

"People around here don't have much to talk about….This gives them something to sit on the porch with their neighbors and talk about."

"I heard that most of the bodies were found, but all they found were bones."

"We have a hell of a lot of mountain lions and coyotes around here. In fact it's funny the game warden doesn't have open season on them. Those things find a dead body they can strip it clean in no time at all." The man frowned as he looked over at Sam. "You okay boy?"

Sam stood with his eyes squeezed shut, his hand up to his forehead, his face twisted with pain. Dean quickly stepped over to him and put his arm over his shoulder and began to lead him outside.

"Migraine…." Dean said looking back at the clerk. "He gets them all the time. Just needs a little fresh air and he'll be fine."

Once he had Sam outside he put a hand on each of Sam's shoulders and looked into his face.

"Sam?….Sammy?…." Dean said as he gently shook his brother's shoulders.

Sam winced in pain then slowly opened his eyes.

"You okay Sam?" Dean asked his face masked with concern.

"Yeah…" Sam said as he took a couple of deep breaths trying to ease the pain.

"What's going on? Was it another vision?" Dean had seen Sam have visions before and knew they were often painful.

Sam nodded as he tried to make some sense out of what he had just seen before talking.

"I saw someone strung up by their arms in…." Sam pinched the bridge of his nose as another sharp pain shot through his head. "I think it was in some kind of cave… and this person or whatever it was had slit their arm open and was drinking their blood…. There were bones and body parts scattered all over the place." Sam said as he rubbed his forehead.

"Do you think you were just seeing something from the past or was it something that hadn't happened yet?"

"I'm not positive…but I'm pretty sure it didn't happened yet."

"Could you see the face of the person that was hung up?" Dean hoped if Sam saw the person and if they ran into them in the canyon they could somehow stop the vision from coming true.

"No…." Sam shook his head. "It was all jumbled up…I couldn't make out a face."

"Could you see the thing that was drinking the blood?"

"Yeah…it looked like a man but…." Sam looked over at his brother. "Dean…he was dressed like a miner."

TBC