You're Not Alone

By 7sTar

Category: Angst/Adventure

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Sam and Dean, I write this just for fun. Please don't sue me.

You're Not Alone (C)

Dean and Albert kept on hiking until they're near the belt of the rock caves. Holding their arms firmly they kept their every pace on their guard. Dean shivered all of a sudden, his heart was sinking with bodeful presage then a loud howling rushed into his ears.

"Berserker!" Dean and old Albert shouted at the same time. They exchanged their eyes and rushed to where the snarl from, and Dean went all out to the front.

Looking down from the upper rock stones they saw the huge black shadow covered a lean form.

"S-aaaa-m!" Dean yelled out of his breath, which attracted the monster's attention to raise its ugly head to them. Throwing his hatchet at the freak Dean adroitly jumped and slipped along the rocks to where Sam stood. The elder Winchester boy left the pain that the hard rocks gave him aside, saving his brother was all he thought. The old one-eyed man Albert followed on the heels of him.

The hatchet rolling flied quickly through the air and pricked right into the neck of the freak. Its crude skin was chapped with dark red blood. The monster yowled at the pain and moved its coarse big claw-hand to the hatchet.

Feeling the small joy rising from his heart, Sam knew it's not the time for chick flicking; he must fight with his brother to deal with the monster. Aware of the weakness of the monster, its clumsy slow motion to pulling the hatch, Sam supported his weight with his hands, flipped up and kicked his legs out to its underbody.

Feeling the sharp pain in its groin, the monster drew back its claw-hands to Sam, who blazed aside in advance and stood assembly with his brother.

"Good job," Dean gulped with a forced smirked at Sam, who blinked back to his big brother and said, "But not yet finished."

"Even harder." Wiped the sweat on his forehead Dean grinned with frowned brows, "We riled it, didn't we?"

"I'm confused why you didn't shoot it with gun instead of the hatchet."

"Cause the only way to kill it is to chop its head off, buddy," Dean murmured pushing his brother away as he saw the irritated freak pounced on them. He took out his gun to shoot it while Sam picked up some stones attacking it. And old Albert, who now got to the rock on top of the freak's head, thrust his ex to its head.

To their surprise, all the cut in the monster's body slowly heal up by itself. And the monster became more manic. It pushed Albert backwards heavily so the old man hit on the stones leaving his ex slipping down along the rocks. "Sick bastard!" Dean cursed, pulling his brother against the rocks avoiding the incoming slapping of the monster. Sam rolled his body over the rock and caught the dropped ex.

"Man, are you frightened?" asked Dean, glancing at his gasping brother. He slowly breathed out some words, "Maybe we'd better run away. The freak is so hard to kill."

"It's not like you," Sam sighed, "Let's fight! We must kill it."

"All right, dude," Dean looked up and down at his brother, "I just worry about your hypodynamia."

"Man, it's not only a job of strength." Finished the words, Sam raised his feet to climb the rocks. Dean bit his bottom lip then blocked the toward monster.

It seemed that the monster understood their intention. It flew into a rage to reach its claw-hands for Sam's legs. Dean jumped up to catch its arm with his arms wrapping tightly around it. Without warning, the monster caught Dean's right ankle and tried to tear him apart.

"Aha!" Dean called out, "You bastard!" He moved his legs to and fro to kick the monster in its ribs, its stomach, anywhere he could reach. Hearing the halloa from his brother, Sam paused a while, he wanna turn back to rescue his brother but the monster was too tall for him to chop its head off. A pair of aged hands caught his arms from above then Sam saw the head of Old Albert, who raised him up from the ground and came to pull Sam up the rocks.

Once Sam got his feet again the young man and the old one started to throw stones at the monster. The monster hedged with great growl, which gave Dean a chance to pick out his gun to shoot it in the left eye. The fury of the monster made it crazier that Dean was tossed out.

"Dean!" Sam shouted out of his lung, the blue veins popped out his neck. Clenching his teeth the irritated young man pushed a huge rock at the monster and he jumped down with the rock.

"Child!" Old Albert yelled but failed to catch the young man.

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Dean felt him was rolling in the air and the wind howled in his ears. Taking a long breath he opened his eyes; found he was dropping along the rock cliff. Lucky for him it's not abrupt and there're trees all over the cliff. He extended hid body and held a branch with his hands. "Good," he gulped, looked up at above, "rockcraft is not hard for me!"

Less than ten minutes he had arrived at a plain rock where he could saw the monster. Dean saw a huge rock rolled from the altitude at the monster but he was frozen so as to burst out what he wanted to shout, "Sam, you idiot!" as he noticed the small figure fell following the huge rock.

"Sam!" Dean screamed out at once the monster avoided the rock. He started moving to where he dropped from. "Sammy, Sammy!" The name ceaselessly repeated in his mouth, his heart beat rapidly and heavily. He convinced himself that Sam was fine, was as lucky as himself but he knew he was deceiving himself. The first time he felt himself so helpless, so useless.

An earthshaking wail broke the silence of the forest. Many birds flew into the sky with tweet like something bothered them. Dean hanged himself on a rock, all kinds of thoughts rushed into his mind. "Sam has an accident!" With the thought Dean felt powerless in his hanging arms and his body was sinking with his broken heart.

Smelling something fishing Dean looked around. There's dark blood gliding from the gap of the rocks. The lousy dope got more and more, flowed to the nether rocks. As several drips of the blood dropped to his face, Dean roused himself, "it's not human blood." and the mean time he heard a husky voice shouted out, "Dean! Dean!"

Dean would jump cheerfully to his brother if he was standing where Sam stood. But now, what he could do was shouted back at his brother, "Sammy, I'm beneath your feet. God didn't like you brother."

Time passed quickly for Dean for the rocks became lovely in his eyes. When he finally climbed to the rock where Sam was, he couldn't help bursting into laughter. His brother, Sam, was totally covered with the sick blood of the monster.

"You jerk, stop laughing!" Sam rolled his eyes, wiping the blood from his face with some leaves.

"You're the jerk yourself, dude," Dean held his laugh, saw old Albert sitting on the ground, by his side was a pile of bones which looked belonging to human.

"He changed back to human again when he died." Sam sighed before his brother asked.

"Weird," Dean licked his lips and put his arms on Sam's shoulder, "But you did a good job, right"

"Tell ya the details later," Sam blinked.

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The other day in front of the motel where they settled.

"Hey, man, ready to go?" Dean elbowed his bro who staring at the hill and forest far behind them.

"Yeah," Sam lifted his mouth corners, grinning, "So, time to save the universe again then, is it?"

"Absolutely." Dean blinked, "But you're not alone."

"You listen Michael Jackson?"

"Buddy, you didn't care me when we were kids."

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I do suck at the end of this story! Sorry!