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The Collector

Chapter six

Dean quickly sat upright in bed.

"What are you doing?" He asked, the gun now just inches from his face.

"Where's my brother?" Sam asked his lip curling back in anger.

"What?"

"My brother, what did you do to him?"

"What the hell are you talking about Sam, it's me!"

"No…no…." Sam said shaking his head. "You're a shape shifter…" Sam reached down and grabbed Dean's shirt and pulled him toward him. "Now where is my brother?"

"Damn it Sammy it's me!" Dean tried to pull away but Sam had a dead man's grip on his shirt.

"You're not my brother! I'd know my own brother you bastard!" Sam slowly pulled back the hammer of the gun. "Now where is he?"

Dean knew he had no choice but to react. He threw his hand up knocking the gun from Sam's grasp and at the same time delivered a hard blow to his chin. Sam flew backwards but managed to stay upright. He looked at his brother confused as he rubbed his chin.

"What was that for?"

"What the hell do you mean what was that for? You were holding a gun at my head and you want to know what that was for?" Dean couldn't believe Sam had already forgotten what had just happened.

"I was what?" Sam looked at Dean in disbelief.

"I woke up to a gun in my face Sam!" Dean said as he stood up. "What the hell's going on with you Sam?"

"I don't know." Sam couldn't remember what had happened. The last thing he remembered clearly was going to bed, after that, nothing. Sam picked up the gun from the floor and handed it to Dean. "I'm sorry…." He said as he blinked back tears. He couldn't believe he had held a gun on his own brother. "What the hell's happening to me Dean?" He asked as he sat on the edge of the bed his eyes downcast.

"I don't know Sam but this seems more then just the results of a concussion. Did anything unusual happen when you went to get the car?"

"No…not that I can remember. I just got the car and was bringing it back when….well when I saw that man run out in front of me."

"Nothing happened at all? Think Sam…even if it seems insignificant just replay it in your mind."

Sam thought for a few seconds. "I left the bar and headed on down the road… I remember thinking how nice the night was ….Then I remember I crossed a bridge that was surrounded by fog, which seemed a little odd because it was the only patch of fog around, but there was water under the bridge and I knew it wasn't unusual for fog to settle over water…. I went up, got the car, and headed back to the bar….that's when I saw that man run out in front of me."

"Nothing happened after you picked up the car till you saw the man?"

"Not that I can remember …no."

Dean thought for a few seconds then remembered something.

"The man back at the bar…." He said looking over at Sam. "Remember he said something about staying out of the mist. Mist, fog…it's pretty similar. I think we better go back to the bar and see if we can find him and see what he knows."

The bar

They entered the bar and ignored the looks and whispers they got as they sat down. Dean ordered two beers and sat sipping his as he looked around the room. Sam sat at the table staring at his glass almost too scared to take his eyes off of it incase he would start hallucinating again. Dean understood his brother's fear as he patted him on the arm.

"Sam you stay here. I'm just going to go around and ask a few questions, I'll be right back, don't move.

Sam only nodded.

Dean walked from table to table asking if anyone knew who the man who had spoken to them earlier was. All the patrons denied knowing the man so finally he began questioning the bar tender once he was free from waiting on people. He could tell the man knew more then he was willing to say and had just reached into his pocket to pull out some money to try to bribe him when he heard a commotion. He spun around to see Sam standing at the table holding a broken beer bottle as he backed up toward the door. Dean quickly ran over to him.

"Sammy its okay, take it easy." He said trying to calm his agitated brother. He looked at the men who had circled around Sam. "What's going on?" He asked them.

"Your friend is nuts! We were just playing pool when all of a sudden he broke the bottle and started flipping out." One of the men said as he picked up a pool stick and held it menacingly.

"Just back off I'll take care of this." Dean warned the man when he got a little too close to Sam.

"What the hell's he on?" The man asked as he and his buddies moved in closer.

"Stay back!" Sam yelled as he swung the bottle out in front of him.

"He's not on anything. He was in an accident and hit his head; he's just a little mixed up."

"A little? Kid seems like more then just a little mixed up to me."

"Get back!" Sam shouted again, Dean could see he was terrified. It was as if he had reverted back to a scared ten year old kid.

"Sammy its okay…it's going to be okay…." Dean said reassuringly.

One of the men suddenly reached out to grab Sam's jacket causing him to completely flip out. He swung the bottle at the man slicing his shirt.

"You son of a bitch!" The man shouted as he and his friends moved in on Sam. Dean forced himself between them trying to protect his brother but there were too many of them and soon the fight was on.

TBC