Chapter 2
The last few weeks had been busy ones for the Winchester brothers. Between Hunter napping demons, Dorothy and Oz, topped by Dean going off on a hunt by himself, well, as an old cartoon character used to say 'Busy! Busy! Busy!'
Sam had barely had a chance to breath easy what with Kevin freaking out, Crowley sitting, and working on the program to try and track the fallen angels, he was pretty exhausted.
Plus, researching to try and figure out just what Crowley was up to with the syringe of blood he nicked.
That didn't even include getting knocked not once, but several times since waking in the Impala. What he thought about the most was with the demons who had been killed by Dean. Dean was good, but even he couldn't walk away from that sort of fight without any sort of injury. Let's see, getting past three demons, grabbing the knife, going back to kill the demons with not even a bruise...nope not adding up in any math that Sam had ever learned.
One thing though that was bothering him more than anything were the fugue states he kept falling into. He was losing periods of time with no explanations other than those Dean gave him and they were just no longer ringing true. He could feel them start now as they were happening more often, but was unable to stop them or call for help. Waking up doing things he didn't remember starting, he was truly frightened he was finally succumbing to the insanity he had feared after Lucifer's possession.
Another thing that had him scared was the presence he could still feel in his mind. Sometimes, he thought he could catch a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye when turning from a mirror. Close enough he knew something was there, but too fast to actually see what it might be. He still felt like he was playing tag with something inside him, but if, or whatever was there, it was fast. Too fast to catch.
Now, a Goddess had told him his liver was trashed and he was held together with Duct Tape and safety pins!? He knew he still felt tired, but he was mobile, working out and hunting with Dean again. What did she mean? He knew she was serious as she hadn't killed him. If he was as ill as she stated, how was he even alive? Her shock when she touched him had him Sam convinced she was telling the truth. What was wrong outside his liver that she had used those terms to describe him?
As the next layer of the Sam Winchester a Life Damned Cake, the situation with Cas was adding more stress. Why had the Angel turned human left the safety of the MoL bunker? Why was Dean antsy around him when they met up? He couldn't decide which of the two Dean was more twitchy with. While he and the Angel would never do the whole male bonding thing, he had always felt Dean had made a close friend, and to see Dean treat Cas this way was worrying. The sad part was Cas didn't even notice what was going on with the elder Hunter.
Dean knew more than he was telling and Sam was out of patience. It was past time to not only demand, but get answers from his stubborn sibling. Today, after things were done and it was quiet he would approach his brother to find out what was happening to him. Somehow, he knew Dean held the answers.
Ah, hell, another fugue state. He could feel himself fading. Hopefully Dean or Kevin would see it this time.
