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Chapter 2

Sam opened his eyes slowly seeing nothing but old wood and dust. He blinked a few times before he realized he was laying face down on the floor. As he crawled to his knees then pushing himself to stand on all fours a throbbing ache began to pound through his head. He tightened every muscle in his body hoping he could moderate the pain just enough for him to get to his feet and get this house burned down.

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"Come on you lazy sob, get up." A white little thing had taken a seat on Dean's pillow trying to connect with the hung-over demon hunter though not yet getting through.

Dean opened his eyes feeling like there was something he had forgotten to do, but he couldn't remember what it was.

"Wow, is sleeping beauty finally waking up?" Sam walked in the motel room with two cups of coffee and an unpleased look on his face. "What the hell happened to you yesterday? You were supposed to do research and then I find you coming crashing out the local bar head first?"

Dean only grunted back at him feeling the consequence of 10 beers and a number of tequila shots he'd lost track of soon after he'd started throwing them down. Now haunting his head was a hammering headache and a feeling of extreme nausea he hadn't felt since he decided to taste some of the stuff in John's liquor cabinet when he was fourteen, also known as John's adult soda when he was a kid.

Sam put one coffee cup on the table beside Dean's bed and walked into the bathroom slamming the door just a little harder than necessary for his hung-over brother.

"Come ooooon Dean! You got to get up!" The little creature was holding on to Dean's ear practically shouting into it. "You have to get up and do the thing you guys do… help the helpless and all that."

Dean shook his head again now hearing some way too familiar voices in the back of his head. He got himself up to a sitting position in the bed glaring at the TV that Sam apparently had turned on some time during the early hours of the day. Freakin hell… That fabric softener teddy bear again… I'm sure that little devil is haunting me too! Dean thought for a few seconds before a killing headache started to making his brain feel like it was going to explode any second.

"That's what you get when you let evil make your choices".

Dean grunted as he looked over to the table reaching for the coffee then jumping back seeing a small white creature sitting beside his coffee with its legs crossed, elbows resting on its knees, head resting in its palms, not looking very motivated to do anything shaking its head.

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Still standing on all fours Sam finally lifted his head as the pain was starting ease off just a little bit. "Deeeaaaaan" He roared out in anger. You told me you had this under control Dean! Let me tell you… introducing a bat to my head just isn't what I call control,

Sam thought as he, in slow motion, pulled himself up to stand on two feet feeling a new shot of headache throwing itself at him. He closed his eyes and pressed his hands to his temples squeezing hard again trying to moderate the pain.

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"What's up?" Sam was standing in the doorway looking at his shocked older brother in the bed. "Looks like you have seen a ghost or something…?"

Dean looked up at Sam with a look that practically asked are you stupid or something? Sam nodded back at Dean while shrugging knowing that to actually say "you look like you have seen a ghost" didn't quite put the right mental image in either of the boys' minds, since if they actually saw a ghost they would most lightly shoot some rock salt at it and then do the usual salt and burn.

"You know what I mean!" Sam said.

"Yeah I do… and yeah… I did." Dean whispered and nodded his head a few times to the left trying to get Sam to look over at the table where the coffee was still standing untouched and beside it a white creature was sitting.

"What?" Sam shrugged again.

"Don't you see?" Dean was still whispering as he turned his head over to the left again to check if it was still which it was.

"Oooh…." Now Sam started to whisper too. "Is it that thing again?"

"No." Dean looked back at Sam. "This thing is different… it's white… "

"White huh? And that is different from the first one how?"

"The first one was red… this one is white"

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"Can you stop laughing?" Dean tried to convince his brother that this wasn't as funny as it sounded.

"I'm sorry Dean… Really I am… and I really do believe you too!" Sam tried to keep the laughter in check. "It's just that… well… strange things seems to happen with you! And not the usual strange but the small creatures following you around kind of strange" He took another bite of his burrito and tried not to choke on it while laughing.

"Yeah… well… I would switch with you in a heartbeat if I could!" Dean took another sip of his second cup of coffee of the day.

"Ok… so just to check if I got this right…" Sam took a deep breath just to make sure he wouldn't start laughing again. "Since we did the burning of Kamitaro you have seen a red and a white creature… And the red creature made you go to the bar last night? And that is the reason why you didn't do the research you were supposed to do?" Sam couldn't hold it and broke out in laughter once again. "Is it just me or does that sound like one truly lame excuse? I think you should have gone with the dog ate my homework instead."

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As the pressure in his head eased Sam let his hands slowly drop to his side and opened his eyes. The room was spinning like a merry-go-round only without the music, sparkling lights and parents waving at their kids as they went by. Sam could feel his whole body shaking and swinging a few times back and fourth while he tried to hold his balance before he witness the not so pleasant sight of his burrito coming halfway digested back through out his mouth.

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After letting Sam laugh his guts out for about 20 minutes Dean had finally gotten through his younger brothers mind and made him realize that this was the real deal and needed to be taken care of and fast.

"So I'm stuck with two evil bitches who apparently are trying to convince me to do stuff." Dean looked up at Sam over the table in the diner before he realized just how bad that sentence sounded and continued before Sam got the chance to make fun of it. "There must be a way to reverse this curse or whatever this is?"

Sam pulled out the laptop and looked over at Dean.

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"There is a way… right?" Dean was sitting impatiently waiting for Sam to come up with something that could tell them what exactly they were dealing with so that they could do whatever that was necessary to get rid of Dean's new buddies.

"Well… there was…" Sam frowned.

"What do you mean there was?"

"The way to undo the curse… Well... it was supposed to be in the book"

"What book?" Dean was feeling a slight frustration coming on. "The one from yesterday? The one we salted and burned together with Kamitaro's remains and is nothing more than ashes today?"

Sam tilted his head to the side and nodded, disappointed at himself not for having a better answer. For a few minutes the brothers sat in an awkward silence for once not knowing what they could or would do.

Dean's head turned to the right as a voice suddenly broke the silence.

"There is a way!"

"There is a way?" Dean asked looking at the red creature.

"There is a way?" Sam responded not realizing that Dean had a visitor sitting on his right shoulder again.

Dean lifted his left hand motioning Sam to silence. Sam gave him a confirming nod back as he realized what was up.

"How?" Dean asked not whispering but not so loud that the whole diner could hear him talking to what they would believe was himself.

Sam nodded occasionally, trying to maintain the illusion that he was part of the conversation Dean was having so the rest of the folks in the diner didn't start to think his older brother had lost his mind.

"I told you I would tell you! All you have to do is to find the origin of where the spell was cast."

"Okay… Then what?"

"Then you have to perform a little ritual… burn the place down and poof" The creature made some weird hand motions to illustrate the poof " then we'll be gone."

"You shouldn't trust him you know!"

Dean's turned to his left as the white creature appeared on his left shoulder.

"Why not?" Dean asked it.

"He's leading you into a trap!" The thing shook its little head, tied its fists then knocked Dean on the side of his head. "Hello… anything inside that head of yours?"

"What kind of trap? And that actually hurt you s.o.b" Dean asked trying to have some control of this peculiar situation he was in, trying to separate the voices and making sense of them, trying not to be to confused by the creature that was supposed to be the good one though it only seemed like it was making fun of him.

"You're the demon hunter… you figure it out genius!"

"So is there another way to get rid of you then?" Dean asked getting his hopes up only to have them crash down again as the white creature didn't have any other solution than the red one.

"Then why the hell should I…" Dean felt his voice rise and pulled himself together back to the whispering now with and angry and confused tone." Then why the hell should I trust you?"

"Have you not seen any kind of movie in this world? Really… You are blessed… or cursed if that is what you want to call it… with two creatures… one red and one white… If that doesn't make a bell ring in your head you are just a lost cause"

"Hey… you're not helping me over there are you? Making his mind go into a spin and all that, because that's what I'm supposed to do you know." The red creature meddled and teased what usually was his nemesis with a big grin on its face.

"Course not… just doing my part in all of this!" The thing answered back with a sassy tone.

"Yeah right… looks more like you're after my job!"

As the things started to argue Dean tried to follow the conversation moving his head from side to side trying to catch as much as possible. Sam who couldn't hear or see anything the creatures did was looking at his brother wondering what the hell was going on. Even some people around their table were starting to look over wondering if Dean was having some kind of tic.

"As long as I don't let you get too deep into his head I see my work here as done." The white one said.

"Oh… you're doing a splendid job over there then." The red one broke into laughter.

"Hey…Why don't you try to live in this boy's good side of his conscious… it's not exactly a bed of roses you know… It's not like he's all reasonable like other normal folks!"

"Well…" The red creature started trying to get a word in.

"Psssssht!" The white one lifted its right hand, palm facing the red one. "Talk to the hand cause the face won't listen." Then it disappeared.

The red creature stood silent for a few seconds before it shook its head. "Hey… feisty little thing that one," it said to Dean before it too disappeared letting Dean finally having his brain to himself.

Dean turned his head towards Sam again looking rather startled. "What are you looking at?" Dean hadn't even realized that Sam had been trying to pretend that they had some sort of conversation and that Sam had been sitting nodding every now and then.

"I'm just trying not to make you look crazy though I think trying is the key word here!" Sam answered as he stopped nodding.

Dean looked slowly around the diner seeing most of the people close to their table turning back to the way they sat before Dean had started to talk to his own shoulders.

"What happened?" Sam asked curiously.

"Too much." Dean answered trying to sort it all out before telling his brother. "I think we have to do a ritual at Kamitaro's house, then burn it down." Dean tried to look like he understood his own words but he saw that Sam could see through him in a heartbeat.

"Okay..." Sam nodded finally a nod actually related to the conversation. "Anything else?"

"Well… I think the white one tried to convince me that it is the good one and that the red one is supposed to be the bad one, though in my opinion I think they are both assholes. The red one is supposedly leading me into some kind of trap… or something… and then they started to argue."

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I'm never eating a burrito again, Sam thought as he was leaning in towards the wall supporting himself with his left hand and wiping his mouth with his right jacket sleeve, Yuck.

He let go of the wall and looked around the hallway. At least the house topped spinning… Note to self… bat to head… never good. Sam started to walk down the hallway as he felt his foot kicking something. The bat? Why would Dean leave that? Unless…?


Allright... that was that for now... what do you think? This got any potential... And will Sam ever eat a burrito again?

It could be reveald in the next chapter...

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