Now now, it's gonna be cuddly and I reckon it's gonna be in two separate parts. Finish off the vampire theme and hit another! :)
Cos Spelca...tis for thee on thy birth-eth-day! Chapter 3
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FWUFF!
Dean started the chevy, thinking it was all gonna be over as he looked in the rearview and soaring flames were reaching out to the sky, it'd be nothing but ash tomorow and Dean hoped Sam would be okay.
Besides...you kill me, Sammy's still got that curse...
Yeah. He hoped Sam would be okay.
Sam was currently holding a towel, stolen from one of the many motels against his neck, the bloody handprints having stained more than just himself and his brother.
"You okay there Sammy?" Dean asked, eyes set and firm to the road ahead.
"...sure...m'fine." Sam breathed.
"Yeah...sure you are, and I'm Bruce Willis." Dean muttered.
Sam coughed a laugh. "You act like him."
Dean looked over, Sam was still pale, his breathing like wheezes and he was still blinking like he was about to pass out.
"We're heading to Bobby's. You wanna rest up till we get there?"
Sam frowned at his brother. "You're worried about something...Dean, what is it?"
His brother ran a tongue over his lips, shaking his head slightly as the car rocked forward with greater urgency. "Nothing man, get some sleep."
"Dean?...tell me"
Dean glanced across to his brother. "All you need to know, is that you're gonna be okay."
Sam couldn't say he didn't suspect something was going on, but the way Dean looked at him scared him.
Sam was about to demand an answer, prove that nothing was wrong, because he was going to be fine wasn't he? And then Sam blinked and a flash of pain made him gasp.
"Sam?"
"Ugh...D'n...I can't...I...nuh!"
Blood started dripping from Sam's nose again and he let the towl slip from numb fingers as he hunched forward.
Dean's heart and mind were racing, this was supposed to happen now, not now! He was supposed to be okay for Christ's sake.
"SAM!"
Dean quickly pulled up, and reached across for Sam, shocked when he saw the bite marks, pale nearly white skin around the bites and then bright red with a black like vein spreading across Sam's neck and down with streaks reaching on to his shoulders.
"Shit Sammy...what the hell did he do to you?"
Unfocussed and glossy eyes glanced upto Dean. "Dean..." Sam strained before his eyes shut and he fell limply.
Dean tucked Sam over his lap, made sure the towel protected his wound as much as he could and tipped Sam so his nosebleed wouldn't choke him as he drove.
"Bobby'll know Sam, he's gotta know something."
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"A spell? Hell I don't know what kind of hex he's put over Sam but, it's almost like a poison...we can try a cleansing, work with some of the herbs that would counteract his symptoms, Dean...Dean?"
Dean stared at his brother, breathing but so still.
"What?...oh sorry, yeah...we could try that. But I burnt the cabin down, anything like an altar or...or if he had a hex bag on Sam, it's not with us and that place has gotta be ash by now."
Bobby thought about it for a second. "Might be making the spell weaker then, so Sam can fight it- you said he was nearly out of it when you faced off the fang, maybe he's getting better."
Dean eyes went wide. "better? Have you seen him?...he won't stop bleeding, that wound is...getting worse, he's not woke up yet...maybe that cleansing thing will do the job."
Dean looked again to his little brother, laid up on the bed they'd used as kids too often.
"I'll clean it again, Bobby get that cleansing ready...okay?"
"I'm gonna make a few calls too, see if this has ever happened before, just keep him still and light some candles boy."
Dean used a mix of peroxide and Holy water to clean out Sam's bites, with his head limply turned to the side he didn't react when it fizzed, barely gave a slight twinge even in sleep, but it still bled and as Dean pressed another clean gauze on, Sam didn't stir.
Bobby appeared at the door, phone in hand.
"I just might have found someone to help." Bobby gave a small smile.
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"This is Sonya." Bobby said, introducing the shapely brunnette to Dean. "She's a psychic Dean, now it wasn't easy to get her down here but...she's had some help from a Winchester before."
Sonya smiled, looking at Dean, then behind to get a view of Sam.
"A cleansing wouldn't of worked Bobby, it's working like a poison. It needs retracting, and soon."
"How do we do that?"
Dean stood by as Sonya closed her eyes and lowered her hand, just resting above Sam's chest, moving upto his neck.
"It's a pretty old spell, a nasty suffering of hallucinations with pain..." her eyes opened as she looked at Dean. "It's simple to fix." She said warmly.
"How?" Dean asked, his eyes almost melting in relief.
"If you've got a certain flower and you grind up the pollon, but it's been exstinct for about a hundred years."
Dean's heart felt like it exploded.
"Is that the only cure?...can't we use another?...Bobby, don't you have one of these flowers!?"
"Is it blue? With a red tip?"
Sonya glanced to Bobby. "Yes...do you have one?"
"My wife had a habbit of finding things, she's got a book in the library, full of flowers, I'm sure that's in there, she used to tell me about that one, it was special."
Sonya looked to Sam, how shallow his breathing became. "Get it, now. Grind it up in the poultice and add some holy water."
It didn't take long before a slimy paste was applied to Sam's wounds and the black veins started to recede and lighten, the colour coming back to his cheeks.
"He's gonna be okay." She said, Bobby took her downstairs and said his thanks.
They were all going to sleep easy tonight.
Dean sat at the bedside with Sam, well couch-side, his breathing was so much easier and he was even starting to heal, the paste was working like a charm. Literally.
"Dean?" Sam croaked.
Dean jerked, sitting up straighter as Sam's eyes opened and thankfully focussed eyes locked on him.
"Sammy? Hey man...how're you feeling?"
Sam groaned, moving to sit up and Dean helped as he struggled.
"Good...m'good..."
Sam reached his hand up and touched the bites, wincing as he poked them and blinked at the green cream on his fingertips.
"Ah, that's a long story Sammy...stop touching it, they're healing because you haven't been."
Sam sat up, looking at Dean.
"I believe you."
Dean's forehead creased. "What about?"
"When you said I'd be okay... I still believe you Dean."
Dean smiled. "That's cos I'm your brother."
Sam chuckled, pain lines smoothed out as he smiled back at Dean.
"Yeah, I've got my brother back."
Bobby hesitated at the doorway, listening to the brothers, and both glad and proud that they were acting like they used to do.
Like brothers should.
YOU SAVED HIM! haha :)
Theres gonna be one more chapter, I've decided, thought it's gonna be stand alone. Sorry if this one lacked...erm...talent. :/
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