Chapter 2

Dean banged through the front door. "BOBBY!"

Bobby came from the back room, gun in hand. "Dean? What the…?"

Dean cut him off. "It's Sammy." Dean turned and bolted from the house again, Bobby following closely, fear streaking through him at the thought of the youngest Winchester being hurt or sick. We've come so close to losin' him. It can't be happenin' again. "Dean, what happened?"

"He had a vision. It's got him sick bad, Bobby." Dean opened Sam's door with a squeak, desperate to get to the brother who was now unconscious in the seat, his head lolled against the seatback facing the driver's side of the car. "Sammy?" Dean gently reached for his brother, gripping his shoulder and shaking gently. Sam's body rocked limply with the force Dean exerted in the shake. Dean's heart skipped a beat. "Sam!" He shook his brother harder, again rewarded with the mindless jostling of his brother's frame. Sam's head rocked on the seatback and his face rolled towards Dean. Red spots were evident on Sam's cheeks, his face coated with a fine sheen of sweat. Dean's hand stole up Sam's neck. "God, Bobby he's burning up!"

"Let's get 'im inside." Bobby moved to help pull Sam from the low slung black car and they steadied the unconscious hunter between them, dragging him inside, Sam's shoes leaving scuff marks in the gravel driveway. They hurriedly got him in the room he shared with Dean and laid him on his bed. Dean pulled his jacket off and removed his shoes. Bobby went to the bathroom for a cool washcloth. He returned and laid the damp cloth over Sam's forehead, hoping the coolness would take away the heat that radiated from Sam's body. Sam's eyebrows wrinkled as he fought to regain consciousness. He moaned.

"Sam?" Bobby asked, checking his pulse. Sam's eyes continued to flutter and finally opened.

"Nn… Bobby?" Sam questioned, wondering how they'd come to be back at Bobby's when the last thing he clearly remembered was asking his brother if he was ready to head back after the game. "What…?"

"Vision." Dean chimed in. "What do you remember?" He asked as he pulled the warm washcloth from Sam's forehead. Bobby took it from Dean and moved to cool it down again. Sam tried to sit up but Dean restrained him. "Easy, you're runnin' one hell of a fever." Sam collapsed back to the mattress, not fighting Dean. Bobby returned with a now cool cloth and Dean replaced it on Sam's forehead. "What'd you see?" Dean asked.

"I saw," Sam swallowed hard and Dean glanced at Bobby, who moved away to get Sam a cold bottle of water from the kitchen without being asked. Sam didn't speak until Bobby returned. Dean cracked the seal on the water and gave Sam a sip. "I saw an Indian boy, Native American, maybe fifteen or so? Anyway he was walking in the woods and fog started to roll in. The moon went behind a dark cloud and a shadow crossed his path. I think he thought it was his friend, because he started talking. The shadow stepped up and pulled a bow and arrow from his shoulder. He killed the boy. The moon came back out and the shadow was a very old school looking Indian, leather chaps and war paint. He had this huge silver amulet around his neck. Then I see," Sam took another sip of the water Dean offered. "Then I see this Black Panther staring at the warrior. It snarled and the Indian flickered and disappeared. The panther turned and walked off and the fog just faded away." Sam's eyes slid closed and he reached a shaking hand to his head.

"Sam, what'd the amulet look like?" Bobby asked; a pensive look on his face.

"It was a circle with a wolf inside it. The circle was two rings and they had symbols engraved on them but it was too dark to make out what the symbols were. Kinda looked like protection rings and symbols." Sam swallowed hard. "My head is pounding." He whispered.

"I'll get you something for the pain." Bobby said, walking to his first aid kit and retrieving a strong painkiller for Sam. Sam took the pill and Dean offered him more water. Sam continued to shake until the pill took effect and his eyes slid closed.

Dean met the older hunter's gaze. "Why'd you ask what the amulet looked like?"

"No real reason. I just think I've heard of something like that happening before. I really can't remember what or when though. I'm gonna go see if I can find something out about that. It's buggin' me." Bobby went to do some research. Dean sat down on the edge of Sam's bed, watching his exhausted brother in his painkiller induced slumber. Dean noted pain lines and dark circles where there hadn't been any since the Fury attack.

"Sammy, what's goin' on with you, huh?" Dean whispered as he brushed Sam's hair out of his face. Sam sighed and leaned his head into Dean's hand.

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Bobby returned from the library where he'd been for a while. Dean stood from the bed and Sam fidgeted, but soon stilled.

"You find something?" Dean asked him.

"You get any calls on your cell lately?"

"No," Dean said pulling his phone from his pocket and checking the screen. "Why?"

"What about your dad's phone. I know you kept the one. Where is it?"

"Glove box of the Impala. Bobby, what the hell are you getting at?"

"Check his messages."

"Battery's dead. I haven't touched that phone since we got it from the hospital after Dad…" Dean allowed his voice to trail off. "I'm not even sure the thing still has service to it."

"Dean just give it a try." Dean went outside to his car and pulled the old phone and charger out of the car. He went back inside and plugged the phone in. He flipped open the phone and looked at the screen, the battery was charging and the screen lit up. He figured there was enough juice in the live connection to check the voicemail box for new messages. He hit a button and listened.

You have one new message. An automated feminine voice said in his ear. Friday, April third, Seven forty three a.m.

"John, this is Tayen Blackfeather. I know you remember me. You once said if you could do anything to help I should call you. I'm calling. Please come to San Mateo. The reservation needs your help. I need your help. The warrior is back." Click.

End of messages. BEEEEP. The automated voice chimed in his ear. Dean looked at Bobby. "Seven forty three this morning. Sammy was in the middle of his vision. Some chick called Dad's phone asking for help. Something about a reservation and a warrior being back. She asked for Dad to come to New Mexico to help her. What the hell is goin on?"

"We're going to New Mexico." Sam chimed in from the bed behind Dean.

Twenty minutes later they had packed and headed out, promising to call Bobby when they made it to San Mateo. Bobby in turn promised to do whatever he could from his end, helping with research and whatnot.

"Get some more sleep Sammy. I know the pill still has you out of it." Dean said after Sam stifled his third yawn and Dean heard his jaw pop.

"I'm okay, Dean. Really." Sam said even as he lowered his head to the seat back. He was snoring softly within minutes.

"Right little brother. You will be though. Rest easy, Sammy." Dean whispered. Dean had driven for several hours while Sam slept peacefully. He glanced down at the gas gauge as he crossed the border into Wyoming. He needed to get gas in his car and something for him and Sam to eat. He went a few more miles down the Interstate before finding an exit ramp that promised gas and food. He pulled in at the gas station and the stop woke Sam.

"Dean," he asked, stretching in the seat, "where are we?"

"Just about twenty miles into Wyoming. Exit off the interstate, needed gas and food."

"You want me to drive for a while?"

"Nah, I'm okay for a bit yet. Just want some grub and coffee. Figured we could hit up the truck stop for something decent to eat."

"Sounds good."

Dean got out of the car and cracked his back, knees and neck. He glanced at Sam over the roof of the car as he did the same. "You feelin' better?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, let's go eat."