Disclaimed

Set in Season 1

Quiet Relief

Sam and Dean were currently on their latest hunt, a poltergeist occupying a three-floor house in west Arizona. The house had been abandoned after several accidents that had been caused by the spirit and so the only people that had been in this house in the last 20 years were the two brothers. The last owners of the house had fled in the night and refused to come in to take out any of their furniture so Dean and Sam were currently picking their way around the cluttered up living room trying to find anything that may point to who the spirit was.

"Hey Dean, I'm going to look up in the bedrooms" Sam said shining the light towards his older brother, Dean looked up

"Fine, but be careful then Sammy" he said

"It's Sam" he counted as he made his was across the room and into the hall, "I'll be down within 30 minutes" he said before making his was up the stairs.

Sam went in to the messiest room he'd ever seen, which had ripped books and clothing strewn across the floor and broken ornaments littering the corners and pieces of glass from the broken mirror embedded in the walls. Sam whistled quietly,

"Man this spirit is a nasty son-of-a-bitch" he said as he moved on to the next room and saw the exact same thing. Sam moved on again and again until he reached a large room that looked like it had once been a study; he walked in and used his torch to illuminate the room as much as he could. The room looked like a bomb site, like in the bedrooms, everything had been thrown on the floor and anything precious had been smashed. Walking further in until he was nearly to the opposite side of them room Sam was careful to look at his feet so he wouldn't trip over anything and only looked up when he heard a movement behind him and turned.

A woman of about 20 stood a few feet away wearing a bloodied up Victorian-style dress, she had huge cuts across her arms and face and by the amount of blood on her dress there were probably more that were hidden from view. The girls face was covered in bruises and her brown hair was matted and her green eyes were narrowed in anger. Sam noticed in the silence that the women had a slashed throat. The women jittered in and out of view as she moved closer and Sam took a few steps back.

"Out…Get. Out" the spirit whispered hoarsely and zipped forwards, closing the gap between them and grabbing onto Sam's neck in a strangle hold which halted Sam's breathing.

Sam was running out of oxygen and in an attempt to free himself walked backwards slowly which made the spirit have to follow so it could keep a good hold on his neck, Sam kept walking until his back hit the wall. Once there he hit his hand against it hard, which he hoped would draw Dean's attention and sure enough he heard Dean's voice only seconds later.

"Sam?" he heard his brother call and after a pause "Sammy answer me." The spirit woman took her hand away from Sam just as he was about to pass out and he dropped to the floor coughing. Dean could be heard thundering up the stairs and checking through the bedrooms first before reach the room her was currently in.

Dean burst through the door to find Sam standing up with help of the wall and was about to go over to him when a female spirit appeared next to Sam, although he hadn't noticed yet.

"Sammy, next to you" Dean said warningly, hefting up the rifle full of rock salt. Sam looked at the spirit then took a few steps towards the door on the other side of the, leaving the spirit behind him.

What neither of the brothers suspected was the sheer strength of the spirit and what happened next was too fast for Dean to react to. The spirit lifted Sam up high into the air and slammed him head first into the wall next to Dean who instinctively reacted by shooting the spirit, although the damage had now been done.

"Sammy… Sammy say something" Dean said and he pulled Sam into a sitting position while keeping a look out for the spirit. Sam groaned and opened his eyes slightly lifting his hand to his head to shut out the painful throbbing. Dean immediately noticed that his little brother's eyes were dilated and there was a bump already beginning to rise on the side of his head where he impacted the wall. Dean held up three fingers in front of Sam's face

"Okay Sam, how many fingers am I holding up?" he asked. His baby brother mumbled something incoherently, "what?" Dean asked and then repeated his question

"Six" he said quietly and Dean lowered his hand,

"No, I was holding up three Sammy" he said, "alright I think that's enough hunting for today, up you get" Dean said as he pulled Sam to his feet while Sam mumbled something again.

The Impala was sitting right outside the abandoned house so Dean only had to get his mumbling little brother down the stairs and across the hallway which, in itself, was a miracle as Sam was taller and therefore heavier than him. Sitting Sam down in the passenger seat he looked him over and noticed that bruises were starting to come up on his throat

"Okay Sammy…what year is it?" Dean asked grabbing Sam's chin to keep their eyes locked. Dean saw the confusion passing over his face before he answered.

"Head…hurts" Sam muttered

"Come on dude, just answer then you can sleep" Dean said, but Sam fell forwards and landed against Dean "No girly moments Sammy" Dean warned, pushing his brother back and putting on his seatbelt to hold him there. Sam closed his eyes and Dean sighed in an annoyed way and shut the passenger seat door and going around to the driver side. Dean looked up at the house again before slipping into the driver's seat and starting up his baby.

The ten minute trip back to the motel was quiet, Dean didn't have his trademark music playing and both occupants of the car were overly quiet. Dean glanced at his passenger every minute or so to check on his breathing which thankfully was slow and steady.

"Rise and shine princess" Dean said as he pulled into the parking space closest to their room. Sam shifted slightly but didn't open his eyes; Dean grumbled something about Sam being a girl and needing beauty sleep before getting him out of the car and to door to their room. Once inside Dean put his little brother down on the furthest bed from the door and looked around.

The motel was quite high-class compared to the normal rat-holes they rented, the beds were clean and the bathroom and shower were spotless. Dean sat on the bed next to Sam and shook him awake

"Hey Sam, tell me what happened" Dean commanded in the softest tone he could muster. Sam rubbed his eyes and shook his head, "Damn it Sam, tell me" Dean said in an angry tone, earning a flinch from his very confused baby brother

"I don't remember" Sam said in a low voice and after a pause "We were with Bobby" he said and Dean stood up and walked away,

"We were with Bobby a few days back" he said and turned back to Sam. Dean's flustered brother stood up but swayed on his head and fell sideways, Dean ran forward to catch him but wasn't fast enough and Sam hit his head on the table beside his bed, unconsciousness immediate.

"You are so clumsy man" Dean said, heaving Sam up and onto his bed. "I bet you've just given yourself another lot of concussion to add to that first one" he sighed and stood up, taking out his phone.

Dean pressed the speed dial of a number and waited for the voicemail to be reached.

"Hey Dad" Dean said onto the voicemail message. "I think Sam has concussion and I doubt he's going to wake up anytime soon…will you come to west Arizona, 'Sunlight Motel' and give me a hand?...Thanks bye" Dean chucked his phone on his unoccupied bed and sat on a chair with his head in his hands.