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Visions from Hell

Chapter seven

Dean sat next to Sam throughout the rest of the night and into the morning. Finally around eight Sam woke up.

"How're feeling?" Dean asked when Sam opened his eyes.

"Okay." Sam winced as he tried to sit up.

Dean knew Sam was lying; it was obvious he was in a lot of pain.

"Sam just lay still till I check you out." Sam lay back down and Dean carefully removed the bandage and examined the wound. The bleeding had slowed down and Dean hoped that any dirt in the wound had been washed away. He then took some more of the antibiotic and gently cleaned the area. "Sam you know I'm going to have to sew this shut."

"Yeah I know, just get it over with."

Dean took out a needle and thread from the first aide kit then as gently as he could stitched the wound closed. Then he took antibiotic cream and smeared it over the wound then covered it once more with a sterile bandage. He then sat back and looked at Sam.

"We have ourselves a little problem.. Frank released our canoes and who knows how far down river they could have drifted, and turning back isn't even an option. The terrain is worse going back then it is to keep heading down river. We really don't have a choice except to wait here a few days till you heal up a little then head down river; hopefully one of the canoes will run aground and we'll come across it."

"Dean that thing has Tony; soon it might have Frank if it doesn't already. We need to keep moving. We need to find that mine shaft, salt and burn it, and end this thing before more people die."

"Sam you're too weak to travel, and I'm not going without you."

"I'll be okay; I'll just take it easy…"

"Sam you've just been shot if you haven't noticed."

"Oh I've noticed." Sam gave Dean a little smile as he touched his bandaged side. "But you patched me up and as long as I take it easy I'll be fine." When Dean didn't seem convinced he continued. "Dean we can't just hang around here ….we got to head down river. We need to find Frank." Sam slowly stood up. "And we need to get moving."

"You know you're a stubborn son of a bitch."

"I've learned from the best."

"Okay, but if you start bleeding or seem weak we're stopping."

"Okay, agreed."

"And we take it easy Sam….real easy."

"Fine…But we got to get moving."

They packed their backpacks and Dean put the heaviest equipment including the guns in his. They then headed out into the canyon.

Later

Even though Sam insisted they keep moving Dean made them stop often to allow his brother to rest. He could tell Sam was exhausted and knew he should be in a hospital or at least a motel room resting, not running around a canyon on a hunt. They had just stopped to rest when Sam suddenly fell to one knee. Dean hurried to his brother's side and helped him over to a rock to sit. Sam sat with the palms of his hands pressed against his forehead his eyes squeezed shut in pain.

"Sammy?" Dean knelt down in front of his brother and put his hands on Sam's arms. "Sammy what's going on?"

After a few seconds Sam looked up at his brother.

"Oh God Dean…"

"What is it Sam…did you have another vision?"

Sam nodded as he took a few deep breaths waiting for his headache to ease.

"Dean I saw it again….that thing…It had a man hanging up by his arms….He was…" Sam swallowed hard. "Dean he was eating him….. He was cutting flesh off of his legs and….he was eating him alive." Sam shut his eyes again as he pinched the bridge of his nose trying to get the image out of his mind.

"Who was it Sam….Tony?"

"No…. I don't know who it was….but it wasn't Tony. But….Tony was there….he was hanging next to this guy. Dean the thing was drinking Tony's blood. Tony was hanging there, by his arms…. and this thing released one of his arms and then slit it…. it then drank his blood. When he was done….he tied a string or something around it to stop the blood from flowing and then tied his arm back up." Sam looked at Dean. "Tony's still alive Dean but I don't know for how long, we got to get to him."

"We will Sam but you need to rest. Look at you; you can barely keep your eyes open."

"Dean…." Sam started to protest.

"Sam I said we will, after you get some rest. If you keep going you're going to start bleeding again and that's not going to get us anywhere. We're going to stay here for the night and tomorrow we'll head back out there."

"Tony could be dead by then."

"You could be dead if we keep going and I'm not about to let that happen." Dean pushed Sam's shirt to the side and could see blood leaking through the bandage. "Damn it Sammy you're already starting to bleed …you got to rest."

"Okay, okay…." Sam knew Dean was right, he was exhausted and if they did continue he would be of little help to Dean if they came across the spirit."

Later

Dean unrolled their sleeping bags and positioned them side by side. They had left the tent behind since they no longer had the canoes to carry it in, but they did have most of their other equipment with them. While Sam rested Dean caught some fish then cleaned and fried them over an open fire. He then changed Sam's bandage and reapplied the antibiotic cream. Dean was worried; the wound looked red and felt hot and he hoped it wasn't getting infected. They hit the bed early, both exhausted and wanting to get an early start in the morning.

Around four in the morning Dean heard a noise and climbed out of his sleeping bag, he walked toward the river.

At the same time Sam moaned in his sleep as another vision flashed through his mind. This time Dean was in danger. He watched as his brother walked into the river and was swept away by the churning waters. Sam thrashed around in his sleep as the vision became more intense.

"No…..No ….. Dean!" He screamed as he sprang up in the sleeping bag.

TBC