Hey, I so sorry I haven't updated in awhile, but I'm back! I wanted to redo this chapter. So I hope you enjoy the revised version of this story!
Sam-15
Dean-19
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Always Sammy
"Room seven boys."
Both Sam and Dean nodded their understanding before turning their backs to their father to retrieve their belongings. They entered the hotel and Sam immediately went to his bed, the farthest from the door. He dropped his stuff onto the bed and lay down. He closed his eyes and sighed. He could feel the beginning of a headache forming but he had taken some Tylenol secretly at a gas station while Dean was getting snacks, so he figured the headache would simple disappear.
"Hey Sam?"
Sam opened his eyes at the sound of his name; Dean was looking at him, slight concern shown in his eyes. Sam forced himself up and out of bed, he walked over to the table where his father and brother sat.
"What?"
Dean looked at him, seemingly judging his health. He shook his head, "Nothing."
Dean took one last glance at his little brother before turning to their dad, who was sorting through numerous papers.
"So what we got dad?"
John sighed and looked up. "I think we have vengeful spirit in this small town. I just can't figure out what spirit it is."
Dean and Sam nodded, "What's the spirit been doing?"
John sighed as he got up to stretch his legs, speaking throughout the process.
"From the information Caleb gave us, all the victims are within the ages of 13 and 15, all male. They are all athletic and healthy. Then they start getting headaches. Parents bring them to the hospital and on the 5th day they die. Cause of death, blunt trauma…brain dead. Parents say their kids weren't hurt at all and so forth."
Sam and Dean nodded.
"Me and Dean can go to the library…look stuff up, if you want." Sam suggested.
John let a small smile creep its way onto his face. His son may not agree with him about hunting all the time but his boy was smart…and a fast researcher.
"Good idea Sammy."
"Sam."
John chuckled as his boys left the motel room before sitting back down to go through his journal once more.
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Sam's head was pressed to the impala's window, the coldness giving Sam a relief from the ever growing pain in his head. He closed his eyes, biting back a groan, and hoped a grimace hadn't crossed his features.
However Dean noticed and turned the music down. "You okay there Sammy?"
Sam opened his eyes to meet his brother's stare. "Yeah...tired."
Dean looked at Sam, not fully believing his answer but figured that Sam would tell him if it got serious. "Yeah, I guess so. Didn't sleep last night?"
Sam looked ahead, "Nightmares."
Dean nodded. He knew all to well about his brother's nightmares. Dean kept the music down low as he pulled up into the library's parking lot.
"Well let's get this done and over with, I hate libraries." Dean muttered.
Sam couldn't help the chuckle from leaving his lips, "you hate anything related to books Dean."
Dean only shrugged and led the way into the library.
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"Hey Dean, look at this."
Dean got up and walked over to Sam and Sam moved out of the way to allow his brother room to read.
"Two brothers, Jeff, 13 and Matt, 15 died on November 13. Cause of death was blunt trauma to the head. Appears to be a result of a football and baseball game. Father brought both son's into the hospital and after 5 days of testing showed that the brothers were both brain dead. Jeff and Matt were cremated on November 19."
Sam nodded, "I don't know but I got a feeling that their deaths weren't from some football or baseball game. I got the dad's address and number, so you and Dad can go interview."
Dean let the grin spread over his face, "Nice work Sammy."
Sam rolled his eyes and walked to the exit. Dean could have sworn he heard him mutter, 'Sam not Sammy…never gonna end."
Dean chuckled and followed after his brother, while calling his father.
"Yeah?"
"Hey Dad, I think Sam found something, wanna meet at the diner we ate at this morning?"
"Sounds Good."
"Kay"
Dean walked to the driver's side of the impala and looked at Sam, who was leaned back in the seat, his eyes drooping slowly closed. Dean felt something was wrong but decided that maybe Sam just needed rest so drove to the diner in silence. Once there he shook his brother.
"Sam, come on dude, we're at the diner."
Sam sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes before getting out of the car. He had to grab the impala's door to steady himself once standing, a wave of dizziness hitting him. But he covered the episode by bending down as if he dropped something then shut the door. Their father was already seated, a cup of coffee in his hand.
"Hey boys."
Both boys nodded back.
After the waitress came, took their orders and delivered them John questioned his sons
"Basically Jeff and Matt died from the same symptoms as all the others have. They blamed a football and baseball game on both deaths. They were cremated so I don't think they really died that way. Their father didn't say much to the press so I got his number and address for you and Dean so you can go investigate some more."
John nodded, pride for his Son's stealthy knowledge and instinct.
Sam slides a piece of paper over the table and John took the paper.
"Okay, after you're done Sam Dean'll drop you and the impala off at the motel and he'll come with me."
Sam nodded, "I'm done, not really hungry."
Dean found himself looking at his brother concerned for the third time that day.
"you sure Sammy? You haven't eaten much."
Sam nodded, "I'm fine, tired is all." He pulled his signature Sammy smile and Dean found himself nodding.
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"Okay we should be back in about and hour…two tops."
Sam nodded as he watched his dad and Dean leave the motel. He checked all the salt lines, locked the door and windows. Even he knew it was early but figured that a few hours of sleep would do some good…what could it hurt?
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Dean and John returned to the motel 3 hours later.
"Hey Sam, sorry we took so long…that guy was a real pain I the ass…stubborn too."
He was met with silence and he found himself and John looking for their youngest family member. They slumped their shoulders when they found him asleep on his bed.
"You get him up…want him to be up, so we can tell him everything."
John then turned his back to his son and sauntered over to the table.
Dean sighed, not wanting to wake his brother. He shook his arm slowly, "Sam, hey man, we're back come on."
Sam moaned and rolled over. Dean sighed, "Come on Dad wants to talk bout the interview."
Sam sighed and slowly rolled over. He felt like crap but went with the flow. He slowly got up, hoping the dizziness episode from earlier wouldn't reoccur. Thankfully it didn't and he slowly made his way to the table, Dean closely following.
Sam sat down and put his head on his hand. He was so tired…he just wanted to sleep…his head hurt like their was a jackhammer going off inside his head.
"So the dad was to keen on giving us any details. I think you were right though Sam. Something isn't right about him."
"mph."
John looked up at Sam, who had his eyes closed, his head in his hand resting on the table. He sighed, "Get with the picture Sam." John reached over, hitting Sam behind the head lightly. He knew he hadn't hit him hard so was surprised when Sam let out a screech, a screech filled with pain. He was out of his chair and on his knees within seconds. Dean already there, supporting Sam.
"Sammy?" Dean asked, his eyes never leaving his brother, "What's wrong?"
"Head hurt…make it stop…please Dean." Sam panted out. It broke the two hearts of john and Dean Winchester.
"Dad?"
John looked at Sam…his 15 year old SON!
"Dammit…the spirit!"
Dean's face went slack. "No…no.no.no.no."
John's face set in stone, "Get your brother to the hospital. I'm visiting Jerry (Father) again!"