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Title: Mother Within

Summary: John's left the boys alone, yet again. While he's gone Dean becomes dangerously ill, and then "it" happens.

"In culture after culture, people believe that the soul lives on after death,

that rituals can change the physical world and divine the truth, and that illness and misfortune are caused and alleviated by spirits, ghosts, saints ... and gods."

~Unknown.

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Sam glances at his watch nervously "shit" he says aloud to no one in particular.

Dean's temperature had gone up another degree in the last hour. And frankly Sam was finding himself more pissed then worried.

"I'll be back in 4 days Dean, keep an eye on Sam." John had told them.

"For days, yeah fucking right" thought Sam. "That was…" he glances at the calendar hanging above the desk in their stingy motel room "6 days ago."

After John had left to hunt the wendigo, Dean had woken up feeling shitty. Or as Dean had put it "Shitty was an understatement."

Sam had tried to convince Dean that he needed to see a doctor, but Dean being the stubborn big brother as always had adamantly refused "Cnnt ford' it Smm." he had deduced in his fever induced state.

So Sam had no choice but to sit back and wait for his father to return. He had tried leaving multiple messages on John's voicemail and to no avail.

He had done everything he could think to do, to get Dean's temperature more agreeable. But the 17 year old Dean was getting no better.

Sam had at first assumed his brother was coming down with a chest cold, but this was so much worse. Fever induced nightmares had awoken Sam at midnight the previous night, and painful body-wracking coughs had kept Dean up most of the day as well.

Sam was torn, on one hand he knew he should get Dean medical help immediately, but on the other hand he knew that they didn't have the insurance information with them and going to a hospital with Dean as ill as he was would raise suspicions from CPS and they couldn't afford that either.

Sam decided that he'd try one more ice bath and then get Dean back to bed after medicating him again.

After he had run the water and gotten the ice all set in the tub, Sam gently helped Dean to a standing position and left him right in his boxers while he set him gently into the tub.

Shivers immediately began to wrack Dean's weak form and all Sam could do was stand on watching helplessly, not knowing what Else to do.

Sam had thought Dean would be ok if he left to fix the bed for Dean after he got out, he had no more that walked to the bed when he heard it, a heart-stopping crash followed by a pained yelp was heard from within.

He ran into the bathroom quickly to find Dean had tried to stand and had fallen into the side of the tub, his entire body was emerged in the water. Sam reached in the tub, careful as not to slip in the ever growing puddle of water.

He reached under Dean's arms and lifted him hastily out.

"You okay man?" he asked

He became frightened when he received no response.

"Dean?" he tried again, shaking him.

He quickly glanced at Dean and was shocked to realize that there was no reassuring rise and fall of his chest. He grabbed at Dean's neck to feel for a pulse, after what seemed like forever he felt it, albeit weak it was there.

He positioned Dean as his father had taught him during training and listened for respirations-- There were none.

He began with chest compressions.

"One…Two…Three…." he continued on until it was time to breathe, once the time came he gently tilted Dean's head back and placed his mouth over his brother's and pushed the air.

He put his hand on Dean's chest and felt the air as Dean's lungs circulated the oxygen.

"Damnit he's still not breathing on his own!" Sam though worriedly

He repeated the process once more and was rewarded when Dean finally spluttered some water up.

Sam put his hands on Dean's chest again and was relieved to find that he was breathing again.

"Dean…. Come on man you've slept long enough over the last few days…" Sam told him gently.

Worried when he didn't receive a response he tried shaking his brothers shoulders

"Dean come on man this isn't funny if your trying to pull anything…" Sam continued knowing full well that Dean wasn't trying anything, it was however, Sam that wished that Dean was just pulling a prank on him.

At last Dean's eyes opened slowly and looked around the bathroom. "Sam?" Dean's voice questioned.

It was then that Sam noticed something was different with Dean, it wasn't the way he looked physically but… his eyes were… not…Sam was at a loss of how to explain it, Dean's normally radiant eyes were duller.

And his skin seemed… colder… unnaturally colder. "Oh God Sammy, I've missed you boys so much." It was then that Sam realized something, something that shouldn't even be possible was happening.

Their mom was back… but…. She was back as… DEAN?

"Mom…" Sam said in disbelief. Mary nodded and tried sitting up, but Sam placed a restraining hand on his err.. Her chest. He wasn't sure of what was right at the moment. This was Dean's body but was Dean being possessed by their own mother?

"What…" Sam started to question but a hand in the air stopped him. "Wait… listen" Dean's voice again.

It was then that Sam heard it too the all to familiar rumble of the Impala's engine on the gravel. His dad was back.

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Well this oughta be good! What will John say to all of this? Why has Mary been brought back? Leave reviews and I'll update soon!