Author Note: For the record I kinda figured, maybe Missouri knew how Sam gained his powers (even though this is set in season one and we hadn't the slightest idea back then) so she is going to foretelling a little.

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"What are we suppose to do now? Is he just going to come out of it or is there a spell or something? I mean come on Missouri… this is your angle, what do we do?" Dean exclaimed glaring at the older woman who was seated on the love seat across the room from him and his unconscious brother.

The psychic sighed as she processed what she could tell Dean. He wasn't going to take this easily nor lightly considering his emotions were barely being held by a thread.

"Dean, you have to remember that your brother is not only a strong man and a loving brother to you, but he is also a very, very powerful psychic."

Dean opened his mouth to interject but Missouri continued.

"Yes honey he is a straight out psychic, nothing but the truth and now definitely nothing that neither of you boys should be denyin' with the circumstances, hmm?" She rested back against her seat and took another deep breath.

"Sam is going to have to do this himself Dean; this is one battle your brother has to do on his own two feet, with just his mind and spirit."

Dean settled back against the wall bringing Sam a little closer to him.

As he rested his head against Dean's knee, Sam just looked like he was having a nightmare that Dean for once wasn't able to shake him out of. Every now and then bits of mumbled tidbits of conversations rolled from his lips, none of it ever making sense and none of it truly Sam talking.

Dean raised his arm to brush the bangs from Sam's forehead when the younger growled suddenly as if sensing Dean's movements.

His breath caught slightly at the absurd action from his brother, talking like a chick was one thing, but growling like a dog was a whole new level of weird.

'Must have been a Labrador in the bed of a truck.' Dean thought to himself.

Missouri's deep sigh reached across the room as she looked to the ground in defeat.

Sam was quiet again as Dean pushed his hand through his brothers hair, rubbing soft circles along his temple.

"Well, we might as well make him comfortable" Dean proclaimed

"Yes, bring him to the guest room down the hall." Missouri said rising stiffly from her seat.

Dean gently lifted Sam's head and placing it on the ground stood up on numb legs from his stiff position.

"Ok Sammy, I know how comfy I must be, but a real bed is a second best." An arm under those lanky legs and another supporting his back, Dean carried Sam down the hall.

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A wee bit longer but I'm still trying to figure out my angle for this fic eeeven though I got ahead of myself and submitted this story already.