Here's my Sunday upload slightly later than I expected cos I wrote it then forgot to upload it... cos I have other things to be getting on with.

Chapter 4- fighting for survival

Sam glanced at Dean as they entered the front room of the large house. He felt completely unprepared for this situation (never mind that it was a simple one). Sam guessed that Dean felt similar, as he watched his brother's facial expressions- he was currently supporting a rather large frown and was fidgeting more than normal.

He had barely prevented himself from wrapping a protective arm around Spencer and making him wait at the car while they took care of this one. Then they could just meet up after it was all done with and go find a bar, a different bar where they could surely create a rather large hangover for the next day.

He knew, (he really did know) that Reid would be able to look after himself, but something was wrong with the not-knowing what they were dealing with in this rather creepy building.

They all felt slightly nervous as they walked down the long hallway. Dean slowed to place two bullets into his gun, breaking it closed with a loud noise. Which caused Sam to glare at him suspiciously, was he trying make it worse them being here by acting like a total ass?

Reid just looked at them as if they were arguing young children, or one having a tantrum and the other gazing at him in mild distaste. At the very least Reid decided it was the latter; as Dean was the most likely brother to have an almost 'tantrum' like reaction to certain things. "Shouldn't we split up?" Reid asked peering around the rotting framework of the kitchen doorway breaking the silence once again.

Dean and Sam shared a silent glare battle behind Reid's back then turned to shake their heads in unison. "We have no idea what we're dealing with, so that would be unwise," Sam explained motioning to the area around him. Pleased that he had beaten his brother in the glare battle, and ending up on top, thus getting his way. Dean wanted to make Reid scout around outside, whereas Sam wanted to protect Spencer's feelings and all stick together. That way Sam and Dean could look after Spencer instead of letting him alone outside. Well, that was the plan anyhow... and it would have kept him safe. (At least that was what they had thought.)

Dean was the first to begin to walk up the stairs, but Sam was the first to hear something. Just like a startled deer he panicked; and stared around before saying something. On that brief second he stared at the two men... hoping and wishing all would end well for all of those involved. "Run!" Sam yelled; the first to break the almost-silent struggle on what to do or say in the situation. They didn't need to be told twice as they ran up the stairs, almost taking two at once. But considering the circumstance that was deemed a stupid move to even try (they could easily trip and fall over the edge of the large rotting stairwell).

Dean was the first to stop and turn to open fire on whatever-it-was. Dean stood transfixed, unleashing a torrent of bullets and at the same time deciding how in the hell they were going to kill it successfully.

Reid was the second to turn and get a direct hit in its chest on his second shot; he had spent hours training for situations where skill would be required. However, this caused the weird Ghost-like creature to flail about and strike Dean across the chest. This momentum proceeded in the Ghost throwing him into the air and backwards towards the stairwell.

Dean was the first to fall, tumbling heavily down the stairs. His body smashed through the rotting railings and continued to fall down onto the wooden floor below with a mighty crash. Causing the sound to reverberate around the building; and further cement into the two left at the top that Dean wasn't likely to walk away from that. They stood unmoving at the top their eyes wide with fear and worry for their fallen comrade.

Both Sam and Reid were the first to yell out at Dean's fall. But their yells were drowned out by the scream of the ghost as it dived for them. It tore at their clothing; ripping, wrenching and jerking at any item it could get its claw-like fingers into. The monster was trying to yank them down to a similar fate of Dean's... It spat at them menacingly and cackled as the two men recoiled away from its grasp.

They weren't prepared for this. They had no idea that it would react quite this way, in that severity. They had no idea it was quite so smart and devious and... cunning...

Sam was the second to succumb and fall down heavily, as the ghost's claws sunk into his chest sending him unconscious to the other wall, thus landing heavily in a heap. All because he was the ever loyal hunter and brother to Dean and Spencer. He was just trying to protect Reid...

Spencer was the last to fall, as he was the only one left standing. As whatever the others tried to do he still fell... Reid's thin body smashed into the thin glass behind him. He was right at the top of the stairs now and Reid had thought he was out of the same fate as Dean had undergone. But he wasn't as his body continued to spiral down to the outstretching wasteland below. His body landing heavily on his right side on impact. The only sound for a long while later was an almost cheer from the ghost, and that was until it fell silence once again. As if nothing had happened the area was once more in a peaceful silence.

A while later Spencer began to come to, and when the wave of pain had subsided he could hear Sam yelling from somewhere above him. But, as his head was pounding he couldn't distinguish what he was saying...

Reid was now 100% sure he had dislocated his shoulder in the fall and he could see in the dim light he could see the blood dribbling from a large wound on his hip, gushing blood onto the dank grass. This grass had somehow managed to soften his fall. Reid also guessed from the headache that he had probably managed to strike his head on the floor when he had landed, but not forceful enough that he had died on impact.

Altogether Reid had concluded that this was not exactly the best ending to a hunt. As Dean could be dead... Sam sounded okay, but that didn't have to mean anything. Reid was lain here- his body throbbing and unable to move into a better position. His body was in absolute agony, protesting still lying in the same position. He couldn't even move to prevent this position from antagonising his body any more.

The he heard it; the gunshots...two of them in quick succession. Reid was no longer able to process whether it was a ghost's yell or that of either of the brothers. But he no longer thought it would make a difference, as he couldn't help even if it were the brothers.

Reid was still trying to keep conscious, just thinking about various interesting statistics he should tell Sam or maybe what prank he should play on Morgan if he ever got back to work. But after a certain point that too became mass of jumbled disorientation about what was true and what was not.

Then Reid thought... 'I'm going to die in a field... how disappointing'. As he had guessed the BAU would take him, but maybe being a Hunter would kill him too. He wandered how the team would find out... they'd probably be really surprised (ignoring the grief side) and they would also try and find out why and how. Would they somehow find out about hunters everywhere? (Not all of them would believe in the Supernatural, but knowing the job they do, all evil seems possible.) Would they blame Sam and Dean? Would they find out this secret side of his life? Would they find out where Reid had met with the hunters? Would they... would they...

Then Reid realised the last thing the team heard was about the brothers in a bar fight... would they think someone in the bar had managed to kill him? How mundane a way to die... and something Dean would inadvertently do.

"Reid!" Sam yelled breaking Reid's thoughts away from dying right there right then.

Reid tried to move, but wrenched his shoulder, gasping out in pain as he did so. "Aah!" Reid gasped trying to move at least a little bit.

Slowly he moved, rolling over to lie on his back, gazing up at the stars above him. Reid was breathing in shallow breaths as he tried to calm the ebb and flow of pain he was feeling. He had fallen from the large window on the first floor and from the way he had fallen it was a surprise that he wasn't dead just yet.

"Reid? Reid! I can't get out to you! Reid say something!" came the cry from above him, Reid identified it as Sam a few seconds after he had heard it, as his brain wasn't working very fast. "Dean... Dean where are you?" came the lower call from Sam but Reid still heard it. And that was the point at which Reid remembered Dean falling. However cliché that sounded, as until mentioned he had forgotten really about extent of the misfortunes of Dean and Sam... What had happened to him in the end? Was he still alive?

Reid just lay there sighing in defeat and listening to the brothers and the far-away sound of traffic and people on the motorway a good distance away from them.

So Reid waited until his brothers came to save him.

If they even could...

I think that's longer than prior chapters. I'm aiming to get one up for Tuesday (two a week- gosh what an occurrence), but I'm going to London with my Dad, so I doubt I'll manage to get up two for this week.

Soz, I'm just distracted by other things...

Enjoy XD

Xx Rue xX