I appreciate the reviews, thanks. Not sure what is happening but I posted this earlier and I noticed that some of the words were missing from some of the sentences, so I took it off and checked it and the words were on my document but were being zapped when I posted it onto the site. So I apologize if some of the sentences have words cut off…… For some reason it won't let me fix them.

Visions from Hell

Chapter eight

Dean reached the river bed and looked out into the moonlit night as he watched a figure slowly materializing in the middle of the river. His mouth dropped open as he recognized her.

"Mom?" He couldn't believe his eyes as he took a few steps into the river. "Mom!" She smiled as she looked at him and motioned for him to come to her. Tears ran down his face as he slowly walked into the river. "Mom…"

"Dean no!" Sam ran up behind him and grabbed his arm.

"Damn it Sammy let me go!" He tried his best to pull away and almost did before Sam grabbed him and pulled him out of the water.

"Dean wake up!" Sam shouted as he shook his brother.

"Sam, Mom's out there! You got to let me go to her!" Dean pointed to the river where he could still see the faint form of his mom motioning for him to come to her.

"There's no one out there Dean! No one! It's an illusion, it's not real!" Sam looked in the direction that Dean was looking and saw no one.

Dean continued struggling with his brother.

"You son of a bitch let me go!"

"No! Dean's it's not real! Mom's dead…it's an illusion!"

Dean broke free from Sam's grasp and once more headed into the river. Sam ran after him and tackled him, and they both hit the water hard. When Dean looked up the image was gone. He looked over at Sam a stunned look on his face.

"Mom was out there Sam, I saw her…. I saw her as clear as I'm seeing you."

"That thing made you see her. Remember the friends of the people who disappeared said they saw something that made them walk off the cliffs. It appeared they had committed suicide, but something lured them to the cliffs. That's what was happening to you. It was making you see Mom so it could lure you into the water….That thing wanted you Dean."

Dean stood up then reached down to help Sam up. Sam took his brother's hand then gave a little gasp of pain as he pulled him up. Sam glanced down and saw that he had started bleeding again and quickly turned away hoping Dean hadn't noticed, but he had.

"Damn it Sammy….I'm sorry." He knew he had reopened Sam's stitches when he was struggling with him.

"I'm okay….just popped a few stitches." Sam gave a little smile trying to hide his pain.

"You know I'm going to have to restitch it Sam, if dirt gets in there it'll get infected." He put his hand on Sam's back guiding him gently back to the shoreline. "Come on; let's get back to camp so I can check it out."

Once they were back at their sleeping bags Dean carefully removed Sam's bandage and tried to hide the worry from his face. The wound was even redder and hotter then last time he had checked. He knew it had to be causing Sam a lot of pain even though he tried his best to hide it.

"Why didn't you tell me you were this sore?"

"It's nothing….it's not that bad."

"Not that bad! Damn it Sammy I can feel the heat radiating off of it! I think it's infected, there must be a piece of bullet still in there." Dean could see the fear in his brother's eyes. Sam knew what Dean would have to do and he knew it was a painful procedure. He had seen his brother dig a piece of bullet out of their dad years ago and had seen the agony it had caused him even though he tried to hide it. "You know I'm going to have to go in and get it out."

"It'll be okay, just stitch it back up."

"Sammy you know I can't do that. I got to get that piece of metal out of you or it's not going to heal properly."

"Dean we don't have time for this, we got to find Tony and Frank. Daylight's going to break soon and we got to get moving. If you dig around in there and I pass out who knows how many hours that will set us back."

"But if I don't get it out and infection sets in, you could die Sam, and I ain't about to let that happen."

"Dean…What if that thing comes back for you? What if I'm unconscious and not able to stop it next time?"

"Sam, we don't have a choice, and don't worry about me, I'll be fine….I got to get that fragment out of you Sam, you know that." He hated to have to cause his brother more pain but he had no choice, and just wanted to get it over with.

Sam swallowed hard; he knew there was nothing he could take for the pain and the whiskey they had in the kit was almost gone.

"Okay, just do it….just get it over with." He knew it was senseless to waste time arguing with Dean.

"Lay down and try to hold still."

Once Sam was laying down Dean went over and got the first aide kit. He took out the probe and the long tweezers and sterilized them over the open fire. He handed Sam what was left of the whiskey, it was barely a swallow. He then knelt next to Sam. He took a couple of deep breaths trying to steady his nerves.

"I'm sorry Sammy….but I don't have a choice." He handed Sam a piece of thick gauze. "If the pain gets too bad bite down on this."

"Just get it over with." Sam said as he took the gauze and put it between his teeth.

Dean first cut the stitches away to fully open the wound. He then took the probe and once more stuck it in Sam's wound. Sam bit down hard on the gauze and turned his head away, it felt like Dean had stuck a hot branding iron in his side.

After probing the wound for a few seconds he felt what he hoped was the bullet fragment. He then took the tweezers and slowly inserted it into the wound next to the probe. Sam threw his head back in agony and gave a muffled cry of pain as tears slid from the corners of his shut eyes. Dean pushed the tweezers in deeper and Sam's body arched in pain then went limp as he passed out. Dean was thankful Sam was unconscious and out of pain for the moment. He felt around till he found the hard object in the wound and slowly pulled it out. He looked at the small piece of metal and hoped he had gotten it all this time. He then cleaned the wound thoroughly grateful that Sam couldn't feel the painful procedure, he then stitched it closed and covered it with a fresh gauze pad. Next he took a cup of cool water and cleaned the sweat off of his brother's face. He then pulled Sam close to him trying to protect him from whatever was out there in the night.

TBC