A/N: Here's another one. Hope you're on the edge of your seats wondering what's up with Sammy. Enjoy and I hope to hear from you at the end of the chapter!

Chapter 6

"Sammy!" Sam's head rolled weakly on the bed, his eyes closed, as Dean laid him back. Dean's heart jumped to his throat at the sight of blood coming from his mouth.

Brit, who had been quiet while Sam was under the control of the vision, now cried out. "Sam, oh God!" Sam gave another choking cough and Dean quickly reached for him, turning him so that he lay on his side. Blood leaked from the corner of Sam's mouth, staining Brit's pale green pillowcase. Dean pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and held it to the side of Sam's mouth as he coughed again, more blood leaked into the small square of fabric as Dean looked on. This time though it was more pink than red, mixed with Sam's clear saliva. Brit had the phone in her hands, preparing to dial 9-1-1 and praying they could get all the way back to the house before Sam bled to death from who-knows-what that seemed to be attacking him in his vision.

"Wait Brit. I think its stopping. It's not the bright red it was a minute ago." Dean wiped Sam's mouth with a clean corner of the handkerchief and breathed a sigh. "It stopped." Dean opened Sam's mouth slightly and saw the cause of the worry. Sam had bitten the inside of his cheek. It was bad but had stopped bleeding. "Sam just bit his cheek." Dean ducked his head and heaved another sigh as he ran a hand through his spiky hair and down the back of his neck. He ripped the hand from the back of his neck, sending his amulet swinging, as he stood pushing his hands off his thighs. "DAMNIT!" He growled, turning rapidly and clenching both fists with the desire to punch the wall. He fought the urge and looked at the textured white ceiling. "I hate it when he gets these damn visions! They take so damn much outta him. He goes so far away from me…" The anger seeped out of Dean visibly as he slumped back down to sit on the edge of the bed. He rested his elbows on his thighs and looked at Brit, tears forming at the edges of the green orbs that met her brown ones. "Some day I'm not going to get him back. It's gonna take him from me and I'm not gonna get him back."

"Dean, he's strong. Give him time. He'll get control of these things." Brit said as she stepped close to Dean and put a soothing hand on his shoulder. She gasped as he pulled her quickly in for a hug. He wrapped his arms around her middle and she stilled before she noticed Dean was shaking badly. She raised her other hand, and running them over his muscular back in soothing circles she bent low and kissed his temple. "You're not going to lose him. He won't let you lose him." She whispered near his ear. Dean pulled out of her arms and turned back to Sam, as Brit stepped back. He watched his brother for a minute before standing and running from the room.

"DEAN!" Brit shouted after him. She turned and followed. Kody was on his heels as he took off at a dead run for the Impala. Brit ran after him but was too late. He had the trunk closed and, shotgun in hand, bolted for one of the bigger four wheelers. He fired the engine and took off across the yard, banging through the gears on the automatic bike and kicking up grass in dual tracks as he made for the trail up the mountain. Kody followed Dean as fast as the German shepherd mix could run. Brit turned and ran inside to get Sam on his feet. The sun was setting and she was terrified for Dean's life. She ran through the house and into the bedroom where Sam still lay unmoving on the bed. She slid to her knees and to a halt beside him. She reached out and brushed the hair from his eyes. "Sam? Sam, I need you to wake up. You have to wake up. Dean's in trouble, Sam. Sam, please I need you to hear me. Dean needs you. He went after it…the spirit. He went after it. He's gonna need you." She said as she stroked his face repeatedly. She shook his arm. "Sam Winchester, your brother thinks he's losing you to these visions and he's gone off half mad trying to take out some damn ghost that has something to do with you being like this. Damn it Sam, he's going to get himself killed because he loves you. Do you want that?" She shook him and rubbed her knuckles over his sternum, bruising him, but she didn't care. If he didn't wake up he was going to lose Dean and not even know it. "Sam?" She choked back a sob when she got no response from the youngest Winchester.

Brit stood. She ran from the room and, grabbing her rifle, she bolted for the front door. She sprinted to her trail rig and fired the engine, putting her rifle on the seat beside her. The sun was down so she hit the lights. The lights on the cab and push bar on the front of the rig lit up her surroundings like noon in the summer. She hit the com button on her two way radio. "Uncle Jerry?"

"Brit? What's wrong?" Came a voice over the airwaves.

"Dean's up on the mountain alone, going after that damn spirit. He took one of the bikes. I'm in the rig. Can you get me his GPS location?"

"Sure girl. Hang on." Brit fired the engine and backed out of the lot heading for the trail. She heard the static of the radio when she got to the base of the trail and stopped . "Brit?"

"Yeah?"

"He's at the top of the mountain, right near where the boulders washed into the Braddock Road."

"Damn. I'm not sure I can get to him in time. I'm going to take one of the bikes. Keep him lo-jacked, Uncle. I've got my radio." Brit took the radio and rushed to one of the high performance bikes. Her own. Tucking her rifle in the boot, she fired the engine, turned on the headlights and sped up the side of the mountain.

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Sam stirred on the bed. Something was urgently telling him to surface from the layers that enveloped him, trying to keep him away from the living world. Pain assaulted him and the darkness beckoned but his stomach protested, that cement like weight telling him something was about to go very, very wrong. "Dean?" he called out as strongly as his voice would allow. "Brit?" Receiving no response from them, his fear of the worst escalated, his vision coming to the forefront of his mind. He rolled to the edge of the bed and pushed himself upright. His vision swam and his head began its incessant throbbing, letting him know that it was one of his more dominating visions. He fought to gain his equilibrium as he lurched to his feet. Using the walls and furniture for support he made his way out onto the front porch to find it dark. He heard the high whine of a four wheeler headed up the mountain. "BRIT!" he called out. He knew she couldn't hear him. The pit in his stomach got deeper as he realized that another bike was gone and that she was following Dean up the mountain at breakneck speeds. The trail rig was parked at the foot of the trail, its headlights still on. Dean is already up there. He's going after the spirit alone. NO! Dean, NO!

Sam stumbled down off the porch, his breath coming in gasps as worry choked him more effectively than the reaction to the spider's venom. "I'm coming Dean. Don't you let that damn thing get you." Sam urged himself forward before something dawned on him. Of course. The woman in white. She had another weakness. Sam's vision flashed through his mind. The wound standing out on the soldier's chest in stark relief even as it flickered in and out of focus. "Son of a bitch!" Sam said. Given strength by what he now knew, he rushed to the trunk of the Impala and used his key to open it. He held up the false bottom that housed their weapons with one hand while the other ransacked the trunk. He finally came up with what he wanted. A smile played about his lips as he knew he could now save both Brit and Dean.

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Dean topped the mountain on the powerful four wheeler and raced down the path that they had taken yesterday. He ground to a stop, kicking up dirt and leaf litter as he realized this was where Sam had his vision showing the attack. This is where the spirit would be. Dean climbed off the bike after shifting it into neutral and killing the engine. The big dog crashed onto the trail head and came to his side.

"COME ON OUT AND FACE ME YOU SONOFABITCH!!" Dean bellowed into the darkness. Dean turned in all directions, shotgun at the ready. He had just turned to his left when Kody let out a growl and he felt a presence behind him. He turned but not quick enough. The spirit had materialized behind him and hit him across the back with the flintlock, knocking him to the ground. Dean rolled to his feet quickly, dodging the lethal, rusty bayonet. The spirit grinned at him, showing yellowed teeth, and Dean noticed a gaping wound where his heart had been as a human. Dean raised his gun to have the spirit leer at him. It flickered out of sight. "Sonofabitch." Dean said, wondering if maybe he'd just gotten in over his head. The spirit materialized again, this time swinging his rifle butt first at Dean. It hit his arm and dislodged the salt gun from his hand. It went skittering across the ground, kicking up leaves as it slid. Dean turned from the spirit and made a mad dash to the gun. He dropped to the ground and rolled by the shotgun, picking it up easily as his dad had taught him to do, rolling again to his feet. He aimed but the spirit had flickered out again. It flickered in again, bringing the bayonet down on Dean's bicep, splitting jacket and skin.

"Gaahhhh! Arrrrrghhhh. Oh you bastard!" Dean cried as he clutched at his bloody arm with his hand. He pulled it away as the spirit advanced. The dog came to stand in front of him. Kody lowered his head, fur standing on end down his spine as he let out a menacing growl. Dean gripped his gun and squeezed, his bloody fingers slipping from the grip and the trigger. A rifle went off behind the spirit, rock salt making it disperse with a howl. The salt pelted Dean, but after having passed through a semisolid spirit it had lost its power. Brit stood behind the spirit, standing on her bike with one knee on the seat. She had fired even as she'd hit the foot brake on the bike and stood. Now she lowered the still smoking rifle and ran to Dean's side.

"Dean are you okay?" She helped him stand and he applied pressure to the wound.

"Bastard cut me with the bayonet. Sammy's vision. Brit, damn it, why the hell did you follow me?"

"Because your head's obviously not in the right place. In the woods, you lose it you die. That's the way it works." She pulled a handkerchief from her back pocket and tied the clean material around Dean's bicep, effectively slowing his blood loss. "We have to find the remains." She said.

He followed her lead, realizing his mistake at rushing headlong into this. He also knew she was now in the very danger Sam's vision showed because of him, not because of the spirit. "Yeah, okay. I figured it should be around here. This is the only place where anything has happened along the whole road right?"

"Yeah."

"This is also the only place where the flooding did any damage?" Brit nodded. "Then the remains are here. We just have to find the damn bones." Dean and Brit started looking, Brit pulling her ever present flashlight from her pocket. Dean looked at her, surprised, even as he followed suit. She shined the flashlight into a crevice between two of the recently displaced boulders.

"I got it Dean." She told him, just a few feet away from where he'd just surfaced with a bone in his hand, a skeletal arm from the elbow down, lacking two fingertips.

"Damn thing's all over the place in these boulders. How the hell are we gonna burn it?"

"I have an idea." Brit handed Dean her rifle and light and made her way back to her bike parked at the top of the trail. She pushed the four wheeler to where the majority of the skeleton rested between the two boulders and pushed it until the front rack hit the surface of the rock. She took the arm bone from Dean and threw it into the crevice. Brit pulled a knife from her pocket and cut the rubber gas line of her bike. Gasoline spewed from the severed hose and coated the rocks and the bones. Dean took several rock salt shells from his pocket and tore the paper casings, shaking the salt over the gasoline soaked bones, effectively salting them.

The spirit suddenly appeared behind Brit and Dean shoved her out of its way. It rushed him and knocked him to the ground. He hit hard and struggled with the corporeal spirit that had him pinned. Kody growled and lunged, but the spirit knocked him away. Finally Dean kicked out and rolled away. It flickered and disappeared. Dean crab crawled backwards to come up against a tree trunk. He was breathing hard, his bloody arm glistening as the moon came out from behind a cloud. The spirit appeared behind Brit as she stood from where she'd fallen. It locked a hand on her shoulder and pulled her into its cold embrace even as Dean raised the shotgun. It sneered at him and raised the tip of the bayonet blade to her throat.

"Shoot him." She said, shaking with fear. She winced when the blade drew a bloody line over her neck.

Dean's hand slipped again on the grip of the gun and he cursed. Something behind the spirit's shoulder caught Dean's eye. Sam. He was leaning against a tree, a rifle in his hands. Dean locked eyes with Sam and then looked his brother over. Sam was weak, his aim shaky at best. He leaned heavily against the tree, desperately trying to keep his feet. He took a steadying breath and met Dean's eyes again. Sam nodded, Dean returning it with a barely visible incline of his head, reaching slowly into his jacket pocket and withdrawing a shiny silver object. Sam pushed off the tree silently.

Dean looked the spirit directly in the eyes that had been normal had been when it was alive. Now peering into the yellowed whites and gray irises, Dean sneered. "Look behind you, you fugly bastard." The spirit turned and Brit took her chance when the shock loosened the spirit's grip a miniscule amount.

"Brit, DROP!" Dean said, even as he flicked the Zippo and threw it the scarce two feet to the gas soaked area. He rolled away quickly as the gas ignited into a fireball; flames moving rapidly over the entire rock pile and the four wheeler. Plastic fumes marred the normally clean forest air as it blackened and melted.

She pulled out of the spirit's arms and dropped. Sam fired instantly. The antique flintlock that, for as long as he could remember, was only used for a prop for the false bottom of the trunk roared; shooting sparks out the breech and stinging Sam's shoulder as it kicked . The ball hit the spirit directly in the wound that had killed the man in the first place. The spirit gave an unearthly scream and burst into flame.

Dean picked Brit up off the ground and looked her over for injury. Other than the scratch at her neck she was unharmed. Sam… Sammy!

Dean glanced at his brother as Sam staggered and fell hard to the forest floor, the rifle clattering beside him. He breathed raggedly. Dean raced to his side and picked him up. "No more spider bites Sammy. Let's get you the hell outta the dirt." He got Sam to unsteady feet and supported him as he walked to sit on the only remaining four wheeler. Sam pulled one leg up on the foot peg and allowed the other to dangle against the cooling engine. Brit came over and Dean pulled her close as he crouched down and lifted Sam's chin. "You okay, little brother?"

Sam swallowed hard and nodded, trying still to catch his breath from his sprint from the trail head to where they now sat. "Yeah," he finally said. "Don' feel s'good, but m' okay."

Sam, how did you get here?" Brit asked even as an awful thought came to her. He echoed her exact thoughts. The Rock-crawler.

"The Rock-crawler."

Dean looked at his brother horrified. "You drove that thing up the mountain?!" He asked incredulously. "What the hell made you think of doing something so reckless? Damn, Sammy, if that thing had flipped on you…"

"That last vision I had. I saw you die. Brit too. The spirit killed you both in front of me and then I fought it and it killed me too." Sam cut himself off when he heard the high pitched whine of another ATV. This time a big vehicle resembling a garden tractor with a cab, four seats, and a dump bed rounded the bend in the trail and came to a stop in front of the three young people. A short, stocky man with a gray beard and ball cap got out. He walked towards them, a .50 caliber pistol in a leather holster bouncing low on his hip as he used a gait that betrayed him to be younger than he looked.

"Uncle Jerry!" Brit chimed as she lunged into his arms and gave him a hug. "It's over." She told him quietly. "Aunt Jean can rest."

"I got up here as soon as I lost GPS on your bike Brit." Jerry looked at the twisted hunk of brightly glowing metal and melted plastic with shock on his face. "What the hell happened?"

"It's a long story." Sam, Dean, and Brit all chimed in at once.

Dean leaned in as Sam's head lolled a bit. He was loosing his battle to stay consciousness. "We need to get him back."

"Put him in the Rhino, Dean. Jerry will take you down the logging road and bring you to the house. It's longer but a lot smoother. I'll control the fire, take the wheeler and get a bed ready for him in your cabin." Brit pulled a shovel from the back of the Rhino and made short work of digging a trench around the boulders. The bare ground would hamper the fire. She headed for the four-wheeler, with Kody following closely.

"C'mon Sammy, let's get you on your feet."

"'k De…" Sam slurred. He tried to stand under his own power and his legs immediately gave out. Dean barely caught him because his arm didn't want to work properly. Jerry stepped up quickly and wrapped one of Sam's long arms about his neck. They settled him into the back seat and Dean slid in to keep him upright on the ride back to Brit's place. Jerry, true to Brit's word, took a smooth logging road that was a longer ride but Sam actually relaxed against Dean and dozed during the ride. Once there they got him inside and into his bed after thoroughly checking him for black hitchhikers. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

Brit looked at Dean and pulled him aside. "Do you need any help with your arm?"

"Nah, I'll get it. It's not that bad."

"I'll bring you some sandwiches later."

"Don't bother. I just wanna make sure Sammy's okay and crash. It has been one hell of a night. We'll see you in the morning." Dean kissed her cheek and smiled.

Jerry looked at Dean. "You're the big brother, aren't you?"

"Yeah." Dean returned; looking at Sam. "Why?"

"It shows. You're a good one. My oldest brother was like that. He appreciates it, trust me." Jerry said nodding in slumbering Sam's direction. Brit got Jerry by the arm and they walked out of the cabin, going to the house.

The next morning Dean and Sam showed up on Brit's doorstep as promised. Kody greeted both of them with a wagging tail and a black spotted tongue. Sam and Dean both laughed at the dog's antics before going inside. Brit had the island piled high with food for them. All three ate heartily after being tired enough to go to bed without dinner. Sam was quickly regaining his strength and while still sporting a few raised patches of hives and dark smudges beneath his eyes he looked much better.

A/N: Only one more chapter to go. Looks like the guys have made some friends. What's going to happen next? Just a click away. Last chapter finishes this one up. Please let me know if you liked it!