Thanks for the reviews; I'm glad you liked the story. This is the last chapter and I hope you're not disappointed with the ending. After finishing this story I was going to start posting the next one but since the site is having issues again with alerts and stuff I think I'll wait till next week sometime after I get back from vacation. Hope everyone has a nice Thanksgiving.

Visions from Hell

Chapter fifteen

Dean winced in pain as he pulled himself even higher trying to get as close to Sam's hands as he could.

"Sam grab it! Come on Sammy reach for it!"

Using what little strength he had left Sam stretched for the gun.

"Closer!" He shouted to Dean.

"It's now or never Sammy!"

Sam could touch the gun but just barely. Dean swung his body slightly and Sam finally managed to grab it. He didn't have time to aim he just fired.

He wasn't even close. The salt blasted a chunk out of the side of the wall.

"Any time now Sam would be good." Dean said as the miner now stood only a few feet away from him. He knew there was only one more shell in the gun and if Sam missed.the miner won and they were both as good as dead.

With his arms stretched above his head and no way to aim, Sam said a quick prayer and fired again. This time the rock salt hit pay dirt. The miner threw his head back and howled in agony, then fell to his knees. The black mist poured out of his mouth then fell to the ground and seemed to melt back into the soil. The miner's body then pitched forward and lay still.

"Good shot Sam!" Dean turned toward his brother but his joy was short lived as he watched the gun fall from Sam's hands and his head fall forward onto his chest, Dean could tell he was totally exhausted. "Sammy…Come on Sammy you got to wake up." He knew they weren't out of the woods yet. They might have destroyed the miner's possessing spirit but the body was still there and somehow it was still alive. He had to get to his backpack and get his gun and finish the thing. "Sammy! Come on buddy stay with me!"

Sam moaned softly then slowly raised his head and looked over at Dean.

"That's it Sam stay with me. You got to work on those ropes. You got to get us down before he wakes up."

Sam struggled weakly with the ropes for the next half hour and finally managed to free one hand. He reached in his pocket and took out a small knife, then cut through the other rope and fell to the floor of the mine. He lay there for a few seconds trying to regain some strength then took a couple of deep breaths and slowly pulled himself up, he then began cutting through Dean's ropes. But Sam was exhausted and he could tell he was about to pass out, he managed to shove the knife in Dean's hands before collapsing in front of him.

Dean continued sawing through the rope as he kept his eyes on the miner's body and watched the steady rise and fall of his chest. He knew now that the possessing spirit was out of the miner's body the miner wouldn't be able to leave the cave and travel up and down the canyon looking for victims, unless by foot. And at least now he wouldn't be able to get into their minds and make them see visions that had led to their capture. But somehow the miner's body was still alive and still held them captive, and if he couldn't get loose they would both still die. Finally Dean broke through his ropes and dropped to his knees next to Sam.

"Sammy? Come on Sam I got to get you over to the entrance." Dean wanted to get his brother away from the miner and closer to the opening of the mine. He shook Sam's shoulder. "Come on Sam wake up."

Sam moaned softly and tried to stand up but ended up collapsing again. When he tried once more to get up Dean quickly put Sam's arm over his shoulder and helped him up and over toward the entrance. But before he could get him there the miner suddenly reached out and grabbed Sam's ankle and pulled him away from Dean.

"No!" Dean shouted as Sam was yanked from his grasp. He grabbed Sam's arm and tried to pull him away but the miner was too strong.

Sam cried out in pain as the miner twisted his leg as it pulled him closer. His fingers dug into the dirt floor of the mine as he desperately tried to get away.

Dean reached again for Sam but this time the miner lashed out at him with a pick catching him on the side of his arm. He hissed in pain as he pulled his arm back.

"Son of a bitch!" He shouted as he rolled over toward his back pack.

The miner now had Sam on his back and the pick raised over his chest. Sam shut his eyes and turned his head away just as a shot rang out hitting the miner in the shoulder. It didn't even faze him as he raised the pick even higher and was about to bring it down. A second shot rang out this time hitting him in the heart. The miner dropped the pick which fell harmlessly next to Sam then collapsed on top of him.

"Sam!" Dean tossed the gun down and ran to his brother's side. He pulled the miner's body off of Sam and pushed it away from him. "Sammy you okay?"

Sam looked up and gave him a small smile, grateful it was over.

"Yeah…how 'bout you?" He reached over and touched Dean's bloody arm.

"I'm fine….But I can't say that for our friend." Dean watched as the skin of the miner began to fall off his bones, then as the bones started to break down and turn into ash till only the miner's clothes lay on the ground in front of them. He looked over at his brother worried. "You're bleeding pretty bad; let me check your wound." He then gently examined Sam's side. The gun shot wound was open and bleeding plus his brother now also had an ugly strip of flesh missing from above the wound. Dean swallowed hard as the memory of his brother being eaten alive flashed through his mind. "Sam I got to get you down to the canoe, the first aide kits down there and I need to clean you up."

Dean helped Sam out of the mine and down to the canoe where he cleaned and treated his wounds the best he could, they then continued down the river Dean insisting that Sam take it easy while he rowed. He knew he'd have to keep an eye on Sam's wounds, and if it looked like they were getting infected, he'd take him to a doctor.

"I wish we would have gotten there in time to help Tony." Sam said as he leaned back in the canoe and shut his eyes totally exhausted. "But thank God Frank got away."

Just as the words were out of Sam's mouth Dean looked over near the river bank and could make out Frank's red jacket floating in the river. He rowed closer without informing Sam of what he saw. Once he was close enough he could now see that it wasn't just Frank's jacket but his body lying face down in the river. There was no way of knowing whether the miner had killed Frank or if he had fallen off the canoe and drowned in the rapid moving water.

Dean knew there was nothing they could do for him and there was no need to tell Sam that he hadn't made it out of the canyon, why upset him. He decided to let him think he had, why cause his brother more pain. He rowed back into the middle of the river and continued down it quickly putting distance between them and the body. Once they were out of the canyon he'd send an anonymous note to the police and inform them where the bodies were. But right now Dean was content to just get him and Sam out of the canyon, a little beat up but at least alive. He knew one day one of them might not make it back from a hunt without a serious injury or maybe even not at all. But that was somewhere in the future, not now. Now they'd find a motel and lick their wounds for a few days before looking for their next hunt. Now he was content just to be happy that they were both alive and that the miner's reign of terror was over.

The End