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Chapter 3
The Impala pulled into the motel parking lot that seemed almost empty. It hadn't taken long for them to find the closest motel in the small town. The journey was, once again, made in silence. The previous events had left Sam weak and his hearing slightly fuzzy, and there was a sharp, constant drumming in his head.
Everything was spinning. Sam closed his eyes in an attempt to ease the throbbing and queasiness that he felt. The car engine was turned off, Dean glanced at Sam for a moment before opening the door.
"I'll get a room" He said as he closed it.
Sam sat there for a few minutes, taking deep breaths. He finally managed to open his eyes and with some effort, went for the door handle. The door creaked open, it felt heavy as he pushed it and attempted to step out. It took all the energy he had left to stand, still holding onto the car for support while every part of his body got heavier.
'Come on Dean.' He thought to himself, hoping the room would be close by.
Dean walked out of the reception office and pointed toward a room door not far from where they had parked.
"Room twelve." He added as he went to unlock the trunk.
Sam stood still, holding onto the car. This had however gone unnoticed by Dean, who was muttering something about the guy that gave him their key.
"Hey grab the shopping bag in the back seat." Dean ordered as he continued moaning about the outrageous price he had paid for their accommodation.
Sam was finding it hard to concentrate or even listen to what Dean was saying. He did however hear Dean ask him again to get the shopping bag. Less than a second passed and Dean stopped what he was doing and looked up at Sam, noticing how pale he now looked.
Dean felt guilty for almost forgetting that Sam was sick. "Look, here's the key to the room." Softening his voice even more he added, "Can you make it alright?"
Relieved that Dean had finally realized how weak he felt, he attempted a smile and replied, "I think I'll manage. Thanks."
Taking several deep breaths, with effort, he pushed away from the car and started toward their room. When he made it to the door, he fumbled with the key, managing to work the lock. He toppled into the room and was enveloped by a slightly damp smell seeming to merge with the darkness making the atmosphere dense.
He felt the side of the wall for a light switch when he was abruptly hit with a sharp ache that grew with every breath, it started at the top of his chest and moved lower, stopping in his stomach. It was enough to bring Sam to his knees. He crossed his arms over his stomach and bowed his head lower, shutting his eyes tightly as the rich, metallic taste of blood filled his mouth.
"Soon my boy. Soon you will be mine." The voice lingered in the air, echoing before it faded. He attempted to look around, but was startled when everything went black.
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Dean carried a bag in each hand as he walked toward the room. As he got closer, he noticed the door was open and the room was still dark. Only slightly concerned, he called out for Sam.
Unsure if his first attempt had been heard, he tried again, even louder and the lack of response fuelled his growing concern. There was no reply. On impulse, Dean dropped the bags and entered into the darkness to search for a light.
Flicking the switch, he found Sam laying face down on the floor.
"Sammy! Sam!" Dean yelled as he knelt beside his brother.
"Damn it Sam, Don't do this!" He pleaded under his breath as he rolled his younger brother over.
"Shit!" Dean winced when he saw blood trickling from Sam's mouth.
Sam abruptly snapped his eyes open and gasped for air to fill his lungs. He gazed directly into Dean's eyes, he dared not blink, thankful for the light that surrounded him.
"You scared the shit out of me!" Dean choked as he let out a sigh of relief.
He slowly assisted Sam to a sitting position, while still cursing under his breath.
"..S-orry" Was all the Sam could manage as he gripped onto Dean's shoulder still weak, dazed and trembling.
Dean sighed and bit his lip. "Come on, let's get you to bed."
With one hand still holding Sam upright, he stood, grabbing the younger man's shoulders as he pulled him upright and paced himself to support his brother and get him onto the closest bed. Sam sat on the edge, closing his eyes as the dizziness once again came over him. Dean returned with tissue and a bottle of water that he unscrewed and poured into a cup, placing it in front of Sam.
"Here drink some, I only got aspirin, but I could get you something else if you need it." Dean replied.
Sam placed his trembling hands around the cup and attempted a small sip of the water, still unsure of how his body would respond. Satisfied that the water went down okay, he drank more of the cool liquid that soothed his throat as it journeyed into his body.
He stopped as he felt the burning stare from Dean, who sat silently next to him, watching his every move.
"What?" Sam asked as he took another quenching sip from the cup.
Dean looked at Sam with an astounded expression and cleared his throat.
"Okay, are you planning on explaining what just happened? I mean, I walk in to find you face down on the floor!….. bleeding!..." He paused shook his head and continued. "I mean maybe you should see a doctor!…I'm.."
Sam interrupted Dean and shifted toward the headboard as he spoke softly. "I'm sorry about that." He exhaled slowly, "I don't know how it happened. I guess I was weaker than I thought." Sam paused again, wiping his mouth with the tissue. He looked at the red stain that remained and continued. "Uh, I must have bit my tongue." Licking his lips he added "Maybe you could get something to settle my stomach?"
Dean wasn't convinced. He could tell Sam was hiding something, he felt uneasy about the whole situation. Now, somewhat tense, he scratched his head and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Sammy, if you get any worse, I'm taking you to see a doctor! I mean it!" Dean stood and went to retrieve the bags he had previously dropped.
Sensing Dean's tension, Sam sat up straighter and replied with hint of humour. "Dean it's just a stomach bug, it'll pass." He forced a smirk, almost convincing himself before he felt the pain engulfing his body once more, assaulting his stomach. Breathing deeply, he decided to lay on his side.
Sam refrained from mentioning what he had heard before he blacked out, it made no sense to him, but he knew whatever illness he was suffering from was not just a simple stomach bug.
"Dean?" He called out, unsure of what he really wanted to say. He paused "um, never mind, it's nothing." He closed his eyes with apprehension, angry at himself for not expressing his concerns with his brother.
"Sam come on, talk to me!" Dean pleaded as he stopped unpacking and walked around to face Sam.
"Could you get that stuff for me now please?" Sam's voice was shaky as he attempted to mask the unease he felt.
Dean sighed, slightly frustrated. "Yeah, sure." He stood and went for his jacket, but turned once more to face Sam, who was curled with his feet to his chest.
Apprehensive about leaving his brother, he stood still at the door before he opened it.
"I'll be back soon okay?" Dean replied. After stepping out, he turned.
"Call if you need…anything." He stayed still for another second and left.
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