Author's notes: I must say I wished for more reviews because this is a big fic for me :) But thanks to my sister Tiana for your reivew and my friend Meg. Also Meg, in answer to why the kids were killing neighbours was in the spirit. The spirit just like to kill since the game made him that way, his lust for death. If you read this...please! I really wanna know whatcha think!
Here's the next chapter everyone, and yeah...there's another trailer at the end!
02 Hallucinations
'There's some dry lightning in South Nebraska' Sam sighed and picked up a newspaper. 'And a young man died of some sort of animal attack in Washington…' he glanced at Dean. 'We haven't had a case for a week' he frowned and put the paper down, reaching for some more fries.
Dean ate at his hamburger, happily eyeing the waitress nearby and paying no attention to his brother.
'Were you even listening to me?' Sam asked doubtfully.
'Yeah' Dean nodded, but kept his eyes glued on the chick. 'Something about Lightning' he shrugged and grinned as she came over to offer them for coffee refill.
Sam shook his head and then heard a phone ringing closely. He checked his the same time Dean checked his own.
'Hello?' Dean answered his cell phone.
'Is this Dean Winchester?' a man asked.
'Yeah'
'My name is Roger Nike and I'm and old friend of your dads. I was wondering if I could talk to you in person?'
Dean looked at Sam with a serious expression and Sam looked back, realizing they were about to hit the road again.
'Um, can we have the check?' he asked the waitress while Dean wrote down an address on a napkin.
Salem, Oregon
'Thanks for coming on such short notice' Roger said as he let the boys into his house.
'No problem' Dean nodded. 'Any friend of out dads is a friend of ours' he added while Sam raised an eyebrow at him.
Dean noticed the look and cleared his throat. 'So um, what is it you couldn't say on the phone?'
'Well, I need your help' Roger said. 'My cousin Drake was recently committed to a mental institution. He was rambling about seeing people that were dead and how he heard voices…you know the usual loony bin stuff' he sighed.
'Okay, what's that got to do with us?' Dean wondered, not seeing now a crazy man was going to be their next case.
'The doctors said he just lost his mind, it happens right? But I know it's not like that. Drake called me a few days ago and wasn't making sense, so I went to see him and that's when it all started, but only hours before…I know for a fact that he had gone and explored a newly discovered, underground burial chamber that belongs to an old family from the 50's. He's an archeologist' Roger explained.
'And you think something happened down there that drove him crazy?' Sam guessed.
'Yeah' Roger nodded seriously. 'I do'
'Why are we doing this again?' Sam asked as they unloaded salt guns, Flashlightes and rope from the Impala.
'Because Roger is a friend of dads…so he wouldn't call unless he was certain we can help'
Sam nodded and grabbed the rope. He tied it around a tree near the entrance to the Burial Chamber, which Roger had been able to get them access to.
Dean handed a shotgun and flashlight to Sam. The boys stared into the dark entrance of the tunnel and sighed.
'Man' Dean complained. 'What kind of psycho family has themselves buried underground like this?' he snapped and moved away from the walls as it was covered in old, rotten roots and spiders.
Suddenly a cold breeze blew past Sam and Dean and the boys looked around cautiously. They were quite far from the exit now so it was strange to suddenly feel a breeze that strong.
'Argh!' Sam yelped as a spirit covered in strange symbols appeared and grabbed him but the throat. Dean shot him with the rock salt and Sam reached for his gun again.
'What was that?' Sam gasped and tried to regain his breathing pace.
'I dunno' Dean said. 'But did you see those creeping things it had all over it?' Dean didn't get the chance to say anything else as the spirit appeared again and grabbed him but the head, slamming him into the wall and knocking the gun and Flashlight from his hands. The Flashlight cracked, shattering some parts and plunged the boys into total darkness.
'Dean!' Sam yelled but wasn't going to open fire unless he knew he wasn't going to hit his brother. 'Hang in there Dean' he said panickly and searched for his own flashlight that had gone out once Sam was grabbed before, when he'd dropped it. He finally found it and hit it against his hand, trying to get it working. He heard Dean gasping and the flashlight flickered on. A glow was coming from the spirits hands as he held them to Dean's head.
Sam fired the shotgun twice, making sure the spirit vanished and released his brother.
'Dean! Dean?' Sam checked for a pulse and was relieved to find one. He pulled his half-unconscious brother to his feet. Sam grabbed both their guns and his flashlight before wrapping an arm around Dean and followed the rope trail out.
'Dean, can you hear me?' Sam asked as he placed Dean on the ground beside the Impala.
Dean muttered something but Sam hadn't heard him.
'What?' Sam asked worriedly.
'I'll live' Dean winced. 'Son of a Bitch' he growled and felt his bloodied head from where it had made rough contact with the tunnel wall.
'A room please' Sam said to the lady behind the counter and handed over a fake credit card. 'You sure you're okay?' Sam asked Dean for what must have been the millionth time.
'Dude, I'm okay!' Dean snapped and followed Sam to their room. Dean dumped his bag on a bed and reached into his pocket for his phone.
'Damnit' he frowned and went out to the car to get it. 'How did I forget my phone?' he wondered and grabbed it from the glove compartment. He moved out of the car again and once he turned around he was face to face with…his father.
'Dad?' he wondered uncertainly. 'What-'
'Dean, why are you still doing this?' John asked him angrily.
'Doing what?' Dean asked.
'Hunting' John told him. 'I'm gone; the yellow-eyed demon is dead…so why keep hunting? You and Sam could be living your lives now…free'
'You're not dad' Dean glared. 'He would never have told us to stop hunting'
'Not when I was alive, but now death has made it clear…stop hunting' John told him.
'Dean?' Sam's voice reached his ears but he sounded further away.
'Sammy?' Dean turned to him and then looked right back towards John…to find he was gone.
'You okay?' Sam asked, seeing the confused look on Dean's face as he stared into space.
'Yeah' Dean shook it off. 'I'm fine, will you stop asking me that already?' Dean checked he had his phone this time and headed back to the motel room, walking right past Sam.
Later that night, Sam was researching for details about the family that had been buried in that chamber but since it was a new discovery, there was practically nothing to find and no one even knew what family were buried there as no one had successfully made it to the actual chamber.
'Hey' Sam said and Dean jumped. He looked over at Sam as though he was worried about something.
'Ah, I can't find anything that is going to help us…but whatever is down there seems to be protecting the chamber' Sam said and watched as Dean nodded before turning his attention back to the kitchen and just stared there. Sam couldn't see anything in the kitchen, but he didn't know Dean could.
Dean gulped again and closed his eyes tight. Once he re-opened them, his mother was still standing there in white dress, her hair blowing gently to a non-existent breeze.
'Dean?' Sam asked, getting very concerned now. 'Dean!' he said louder and his brother jumped again, turning back to look at him.
'Why is she watching us?' Dean whispered.
'Who?' Sam looked around the room quickly but still didn't see anything.
'Mum' Dean told him like he was the crazy one. 'She's been standing there and watching us for an hour' Dean pointed to the kitchen.
'There's no one there, Dean' Sam said. 'Ah, I'll be back' he got up and went to the bathroom. Sam locked the door and moved far away from it as possible. He pulled out his cell phone and called Roger.
'Roger Nike' he answered.
'Hey, Roger…it's Sam. Once your cousin came back from the burial chamber…how was he acting?'
'Ah...crazy' Roger frowned then caught on what Sam was worried about. 'He was jumpy and said that his friend Simon thought he should stop doing his job, quit searching through old grounds…but Simon died a few years ago in a car crash. He was then rambling about our grandfather and a few other friends of his, all in which are dead. Then he would started screaming that someone or something was attacking him and his leg was missing' Roger sighed heavily. 'After that Drake would rock back and forth on the floor or bed, muttering strange languages under his breath…why?'
'I think the same thing that got Drake has got Dean. He's talking about our mum watching us from the kitchen and is jumpy'
'But you were with him…' Roger said.
'The spirit or whatever grabbed him and I repelled him with rock salt, but apparently not quick enough'
'That's a good thing' Roger sighed. 'Drake was found by his partner, completely knocked out…there's still hope for Dean'
'Still hope? What do you mean?' Sam asked, having a feeling there was more to Drake's case.
'Drake was moved to a different hospital an hour ago because he went violent. He was attacking everyone there and no one seems to know why. Sam, we're running out of time'
'I know' Sam sighed and hung up as he heard noises. He rushed out of the bathroom and saw Dean was tossing items towards the kitchen.
'Dean! What are you doing?' he asked his furious brother.
'She won't leave me alone!" Dean yelled. 'Tell her to go away!' he threw the bedside phone towards the kitchen, which made it hit against the stove and break.
'Okay, just calm down' Sam snapped and grabbed his arms.
Dean couldn't focus his eyes on Sam so he looked back to the kitchen to find their mother was gone, and then he began to relax.
'Thank you' Dean sighed and smiled at Sam.
Sam let him go and tried not to have a breakdown, he had to stay in control for Dean's sake.
'Just get some sleep' Sam sighed and went back to do some more research.
During the night, Dean heard someone talking to him, muttering his name. He sat up and saw Sam asleep beside his open laptop.
'Sammy?' he asked fearfully. He then jumped as a woman sat on the bed beside him.
'Hey Dean' she smiled.
'Jessica' Dean gasped.
'Why are you doing this to Sam?' she suddenly turned angry. 'Can't you understand that he doesn't want to hunt? He deserves to live a real life!' she yelled and pulled out a large knife.
'Woah' Dean held up his hands and backed away. His mother and father then materialized on opposite side of him, also with some sort of weapon.
'SAMMY!' Dean screamed and his brother jolted awake.
'Dean? What is it?' he asked and saw Dean rocking back and forth on the bed, his eyes had dark rings around them and his skin was pale. He was staring right in front of him fearfully and his eyes couldn't seem to stay focused on one thing.
'They're going to kill me' Dean gasped.
'Who?' Sam asked, trying to keep his voice calm but he was scared. He was scared that he wouldn't be able to save Dean…that he was going to lose his brother, the only family he had left. Sam didn't know what to do.
'Mum, dad...Jessica' Dean said.
'Okay um, I'm going to help you alright?' Sam reached for Dean but he jerked away.
'Who are you?' Dean asked fiercely. 'I don't know you'
'Yes, you do, It's me…Sam, you're brother' Sam said and bit his lip. It hurt him so deeply to see his brother like this and to not know who he is.
'No' Dean shook his head angrily and reached under his pillow, pulling out his gun. 'You stay away!'
'Okay' Sam held up his hands. 'Just, take it easy'
'Stay back!' Dean screamed and then winced as his head hurt.
Sam took this chance and grabbed the gun from Dean's grasp. He then took a deep breath and hit Dean hard, knocking him out.
'What did you say his name was?' the psychiatrist asked Sam.
'Dean' Sam replied and spotted Roger heading over. 'He just went crazy, screaming dead people were after him and he tried to attack me' Sam sighed; this was the hardest thing he'd ever had to do.
'Okay, we'll take good care of him' one of the doctors smiled. Dean was waking up but he was strapped in the wheelchair so he couldn't move.
'Sam?' he looked up at his brother while they led him away. 'How could you do this to me? Your own brother…HOW COULD YOU!' he screamed.
'What have I done?' Sam sighed heavily and tried not to start crying.
'You didn't have a choice' Roger told him. 'How do you think Drake got committed?'
'You sent him here?'
'I did' Roger sighed. 'Not that it means anything now, he's dead'
'What?' Sam asked in panic and glanced to where Dean had disappeared.
'He just…died' Roger sniffed loudly and searched in his pocket for a tissue. 'An hour ago…and it was so sudden. He lost sense of reality all together and then just died. He collapsed in his room and was found a little bit later. No one can work out what happened, but there were no injuries or anything. Dean got a milder dose though, there should still be hope for him' Roger then added as Sam looked like he was about to have an emotional breakdown. 'You got him out, and he was still half conscious…' he reminded Sam.
'Dena's not going to die' Sam said firmly and ignored his tear-clouded vision. 'And he's not going to live like this' he shook his head and left the hospital, ignoring Roger as he called out to him.
Sam parked the Impala and got out. He opened the trunk and grabbed a salt gun, matches, a tin of salt and some gasoline. He turned his flashlight on and saw the rope was still tied to the tree as he and Dean had left it.
He walked fast along the tunnel until he reached the spot where the thing had grabbed Dean. He picked up the rope and tied the end to his belt, and then he continued to wander down the passage.
A spirit of a man appeared and Sam shot it twice, but kept his pace. He knew the creature was here somewhere and Sam was not going to let this thing take Dean from him.
After many more encounters with the spirit and a few others, in which Sam assumed where the family members that were buried down here in the chamber; Sam finally reached the chamber and broke open the coffins that sat there.
There were five in all: the parents, and three children. Sam salted them all and poured gasoline over them, while he struggled to fight off the spirits.
He burned two of the kid's bones, making their spirits scream and burst into flames before turning to ashes and disappearing.
The third child was alight as Sam went to burn the parents, but the mother appeared in front of him and grabbed him.
'Leave' she hissed in an evil tone.
'Not until you let my brother go!' Sam yelled and grabbed the salt tin. He swung it and the salt hit her, making her vanish. He rushed over to the fallen matchbox and set the woman's bones on fire. The spirit screamed and the father grabbed Sam's throat from behind.
'Sam!' Roger's voice was heard as he reached the chamber.
'Burn the bones!' Sam yelled and threw the matchbox to Roger.
'What?' he asked like Sam was going crazy as well. But he saw the spirit choking him so he ran over and set the bones alight.
'Leeeeeave!' The spirit howled before he burst into flames and disappeared.
Roger saw a creature near the back watching them with glowing red eyes, then faded and was gone; Sam fell to his knees and then forward onto his chest with his eyes closed…
Dean awoke as he heard a metal door slamming shut. He sat upright and looked around. He was in a small room that looked a lot like a room he'd seem in a film and that made him nervous. He also saw a man nearby placing a tray of food on a small table that was chained to the wall.
'Who are you?' he snapped and got up, fear creeping into him, as he had no idea what was going on.
'Dr Beckham' the man replied. 'I'm your psychiatrist. Your brother brought you in a few days ago, he was very concerned about you'
'No, Sam would never do that' Dean said in disbelief.
'Do you remember your name?' Dr Beckham asked.
'Dean Winchester' Dean frowned, wondering why the man was looking at him like he'd lost his mind. Dean walked over to the door and grabbed the handle, cursing as it was locked.
Sam ran to the front desk of the hospital and asked how his brother was.
'I just got a call from Dr Beckham' she smiled. 'He said your brother woke up this morning perfectly fine. He did some tests and it seems there is nothing wrong with him, so he can go home'
Sam breathed in relief and turned as he heard someone stomping towards him. He cringed once he saw the venomous look Dean was giving him.
Dean reached him and grabbed him by the shoulder. He saw the nurses and doctors tense so he pulled a grin and gave Sam a quick but firm hug.
'Nice to see you again, Sammy' he smiled and signed out.
As they left the mental institution, Dean grabbed Sam again and glared right at him.
'You ever lock my up in a place like that again, and I swear to God…I kill you!" he growled and went over to the Impala.
'Dude, I saved your life!' Sam snapped but was glad to have the normal Dean back.
Dean started the engine. 'I'll meet you back at the motel room' he grinned and drove off, leaving Sam there.
'You're welcome!' Sam yelled after him and sighed.
Dean caught up with Roger and got the full story on the last few days. He then said goodbye and drove back along the road to find Sam walking towards town.
'Hey Sammy' Dean grinned. 'Need a lift?' he asked.
'I hate you' Sam glared as he had been walking for an hour without any water.
'Yeah, get in' Dean smirked and his brother got in beside him, slamming the door shut as he did so.
'I ah…said goodbye to Roger' Dean sighed after ten minutes of driving. 'He told me everything, and how I went psycho on you…sorry'
'It wasn't you' Sam shrugged. 'I'm just glad it's all over'
'Yeah' Dean nodded. 'Did I really try to kill you?' he asked in amusement.
'Yes' Sam replied and looked at him. 'Do you remember anything?'
'Nope' Dean answered and winced little.
'You okay?' Sam asked worriedly once he noticed.
'Yeah, just a headache…I'm fine' Dean gave his brother a confident grin and then turned back to the road. He hated the silence that was now between them, so Dean reached over and grabbed a cassette tape.
Sam sighed as the sound of Metallica burst from the speakers and he wound the window down. Dean drummed away to the song while Sam attempted to catch up on some much needed sleep.
Teaser:
Sam Winchester is smart and a good hunter…
"He's a machine" Dean frowned as he peaked at his brother, using the gap between the books.
"You know, you could help" Sam told Dean.
"Nah, you're alright" Dean smirked at his brother
"That should keep her out" Sam sighed and went back to his books.
Usually he has the answers…'What the hell?' Sam frowned and the brothers looked at each other, unsure what to do.
'She passed over the salt line!' Dean yelled. 'What evil son of a bitch can do that?'
But not this time…
'Yeah, we're screwed' Dean glared.
They're hunting a demon that is hunting them…"It's some ancient type of demon"
"They are powerful. These demons haven't been sighted for over a hundred years"
"They can pass over salt lines and are immune to holy water. Also, iron won't affect them; neither will any form of firearms"
But Sam's smart wit and sneaky moves…are they really enough?
The woman dug her claws into Dean and blood started dripping out of Dean's mouth but he seemed to not be able to utter any sound. Sam rolled over and through his pain, he tried to reach for the colt but his fingertips didn't quite reach. Sam was in so much pain that breathing was agony. He looked at his brother as he head hung and his body weakened, although it was lifeless.
Coming soon…