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Visions from Hell

Chapter nine

A few hours later Sam moaned softly as he began to wake up.

"How're you feeling?" Dean, who had stayed awake guarding his brother throughout the night, was glad to see that Sam was finally coming around.

"Okay….How long have I been out?"

"About three hours."

Sam tried to get up but winced and grabbed his injured side. "Easy Sam…" Dean put his hand on Sam's chest and held him down. ".I really think you need to rest today."

"We can't. Tony's going to die if we don't find him soon."

Dean knew it would be useless to spend the morning arguing with Sam, once he got something in his head it would be almost impossible to talk him out of it. He reached down and gently helped Sam up.

"Okay we'll go…But we're taking it slow and easy."

They headed deeper into the canyon following the river. Dean kept his eyes on his brother, if he saw any sign of weakness he was going to force Sam to rest even if he had to tie him down. But Sam knew Dean was watching him and even though he felt like he could barely take another step he kept walking, he had no choice; a man's life depended on it.

They had just come to a bend in the river when Dean smiled.

"Well looky at that." He nodded toward the river where one of the canoes had run aground, now at least Sam could rest while he rowed.

Sam stood at the edge of the water looking down river while Dean put their supplies on the canoe.

"I wonder if Frank made it out."

"Let's hope so. That guy was terrified; he probably didn't even stop for the night."

"Yeah." Sam gave a little laugh. "I don't blame the guy; I must have sounded like a lunatic."

"Well, if he only knew what was really out there in the dark he'd believe you."

"Not just the dark…" Sam said looking down sadly. "You know sometimes I wish we didn't know….I wish you were married and had a family, I wish I was in college with Jess, and I wish Mom and Dad were still alive…." Sam's voice broke with emotion at the mention of their parents.

"I know Sam….so do I sometimes….Well every thing except the family part….How can I deprive the women of the world of something this fine." Dean grinned as he tapped himself on the chest.

"Some how I think they'd learn to get by if you were off the market." Sam looked up and gave Dean a small smile. He knew his brother was just trying to cheer him up and he was grateful for it.

"Maybe eventually…but just think of all the broken hearts there would be if Dean Winchester was no longer available."

"I can't understand how that big head of yours can even fit on your neck."

"But its true Sam, admit it." He said as he held the canoe steady for Sam to get in. "When we go to a bar, who do all the ladies snuggle up to….answer me that Sam, who?"

"Well that's because you ply them full of booze so they loose their better judgment."

"No…it's because they know a class act when they see one." Dean said as he stepped into the canoe and immediately lost his balance and fell into the river.

Sam doubled over with laughter. Unfortunately it didn't do his wounded side any good and he ended up wincing in pain as he tried not to laugh.

"Some class act." Sam pressed his hand against his sore side. "Damn it Dean don't make me laugh, it hurts."

"Ahhhh shut up." Dean said when he finally made it into the canoe and sat down. "I had everything under control until you rocked the boat."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah…." Sam smiled; it felt good to get his mind off of the hunt for awhile. But when he looked back at Dean he could see that his attention was drawn to something across the river. "What is it?"

"I don't know, but I hope it isn't what I think it is." Dean began rowing across the river.

When they reached the other side Dean tied off the canoe then helped Sam out. They walked over to the object Dean had seen. It was the head and upper torso of a man, most of the flesh had been removed from the body.

"Dean….that's the man I saw in the vision….The man I saw hanging next to Tony."

TBC