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Sam just stood there, momentarily paralyzed, as the truth of his action slowly sank in. Eying his unconscious brother, he dropped the shot gun, he was still holding in his hands, like it was a glowing hot iron. The bang from the weapon hitting the ground woke him from his stupor and made him sink down on his knees. His hands moved frantically just above the older hunters limp body, desperately trying to help but unable to make contact with him as he felt overpowered by the idea that he lost his right to touch and comfort the other man ever again.

This was completely his fault, he had done this to Dean. Bringing his arms up, he turned his palms up close to his face and stared at them. These hands had caused the large laceration on the side of his brother's head, they caused the blood flow, that now ran freely down through the short hair and dripped into a growing dark red puddle on the floor.

"D..Dean, I..I'm sorry!" he stammered, a river of tears making it's way down his cheeks. There was no forgiveness for him, not now and not ever.

Just as his devastation threatened to completely overwhelm him, he felt a small but powerful hand grab his and pull him to his feet. Rebekah stood in front of him, still holding on with one hand, while the other came up to his face and her fingers tenderly touched his mouth.

"It is going to be alright, my beloved." She soothed him with a soft whisper.

"But I hurt him. I don't know why, but I did." Sam's voice was filled with the disgust he felt for himself.

"It doesn't matter." She assured, as she let go of him and brought both hands up to his face, cupping it with them.

She drew him close and breathed a gentle kiss on his lips. Then she pulled back just enough to lock eyes with him. Words in an unknown language started to flow from her mouth, making him feel strange and wonderful at the same time. With the last sound leaving her lips, she drew him in again and repeated the kiss from before, only this time with more force and intensity.

When she finally released him, the young hunter regarded her with growing confusion. There was a faint resonance of despair in the back of his mind,yet he was unable to recall what had caused it. The memory of feeling guilty and dejected came to the surface but not enough to hold on to why he had felt this way. Trying to find the answer in his mind it seemed impossible, that there could be any reason for him to feel this way. All he could see now was Rebekah, she was his whole life, everything he existed for.

Taking in her appearance, he couldn't belief how beautiful and flawless she was. Stroking her soft cheeks, he went on and tenderly pulled his long fingers through the loose curls of her glowing red hair. Captivated by her eyes, he pulled her into his embrace and kissed her repeatedly, finding that she returned his kisses with the same enthusiasm. Unable to tear himself away from her, his passion threatened to overwhelm him, when he suddenly felt her hands push him back.

Bewildered he looked at her attempting to pull her back into his arms. Only the flicker of the promise in her eyes prevented him from doing so and reluctantly he accepted the separation. Taking him by the hand and she guided him to the wooden paneling on the far side of the room. Gently she directed his hand to push one of the boards up and in. Another panel just beside it sprang open and revealed a lever embedded into the wall. Again she lead his hand and made him turn it twice in a full circle to the right, then once in a half circle to the left. After completing the task, a pop could be heard from the opposite wall, as another part of the paneling opened. It exposed a small case sitting on a shelve.

"Go my love, open it and bring me what's in it."

Sam followed her command without hesitation. Taking out something wrapped in an oilcloth, he pushed the panel closed and walked back to Rebekah, handing her the item. She rejected it with a wave of her hand.

"No, it is yours to open."

Sam unwrapped the cloth and found it contained leather bound journal. Opening it, he saw the name 'Rebekah Chambers' written on the first page.

"You have to read where the page is marked with a Celtic cross." She instructed him.

He looked through the pages until he found the page she mentioned.

Confused, he glanced at her. "I can't read this, it is not even written in our alphabet."

She took a step toward him and again locked eyes with his, "Look at me and you will understand, my love."

Lost in the bright emerald of her iris', he felt a strange sense of knowledge stream through him and as he glanced back down at the page, the symbol suddenly made sense. He started to read the words, at first hesitant, then with increasing confidence until they flowed from his lips like his native tongue.

As he finished Rebekah leaned forward and kissed him again, then she embraced him and whispered, "Now you belong to me, Sam Winchester. Go and do what you need to do to make me belong to you." With that she walked around the young man and disappeared.

Closing the journal and putting it in the inside pocket of his jacket, Sam turned and reached down to his oblivious brother, Pulling something out of his pocket and sticking it into his own, he made his way out of the room, leaving his still unconscious older sibling without giving him another thought.

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It started with a mild throbbing, which in the beginning was as easy to ignore as the distant rumble of a thunderstorm. But every thunderstorm, that doesn't go away has to come closer and with it the rumble gets louder until it ends in an ear shredding blast. This is what it felt like for Dean Winchester, when his brain slowly made its way back from the shroud of unconsciousness to the unconcealed reality of a hammering headache. Afraid his eyes might be blown out of his head, if he opened them, he kept them closed and just laid there, trying to analyze what had gotten him in this situation in the first place.

Obviously he was lying on a hard surface, from the feel of it a wooden floor. His surroundings were quiet and peaceful and it seemed like there was some kind of light source around, at least from what he could tell without lifting his eyelids. The pain appeared to stem mostly from the left side of his head but the hammer hitting him wouldn't just stop there, no it had to continue to bore away until it reached every corner of his skull. Man, what would he give for one of those knock out oxycodone tablets, they had in their first aid kit. It might not take the pain away, but it certainly would put him out of his misery for at least some time.

Bringing his hands up to the side of his head, he felt the crusted blood and traced it into his hair and from there onto the floor. Feeling the gel-like substance, he decided it might be better to move at least slightly away from it. He scooted himself to the side, slowly opening his eyes at the same time. Grateful, that the throbbing didn't increase, he took a few deep breaths, then sat up. Dizziness hit him instantly but luckily didn't last long enough for him to fall back. After a moment he moved back and leaned against the wall. The room around him was partially lit by the moonlight shining through the window. Taking in his surroundings, he realized he was in Rebekah Chambers room. They came here to find some clues as to where her remains were buried and then she showed up again. He tried to shoot her and Sam hit him with the gun.

Sam hit him, he took the shot gun away from him and hit him with it. Dean's thoughts whirled around as he desperately attempted to make their reality go away. This just wasn't possible, Sam, his Sammy would never hit him, unless...

The thought slammed into him harder then the hammer working on his head, "Unless Rebekah has done something to him."

Only now did he become aware, that he had spoken the words out loud.

"Sammy!" He called out, suddenly afraid of what might have happened to his younger brother.

The lack of response shouldn't have come as a suprise, Sam wasn't in the room and Dean's call hadn't been loud enough to be heard anywhere else. The fear for his brother's safety gave him the strength to get on his feet and rush into the hallway before the dizziness caught up with him and he had to brace himself against the wall. Waiting until the world around him stopped spinning and the pain subsided to a more bearable level, he finally made his way further down the hall, stopping at every bedroom and looking inside.

When he got to the bathroom, he stopped, using the sink to splash cold water on his face. He repeated the procedure several times until he felt slightly better, then moved on to the next room. Disappointed to find every room empty, he walked down the stairs and continued his search downstairs and after that in the basement. Finding no trace of his missing brother, he stopped in the middle of the large entry hall.

"Dammit, Sammy, where are you?" Dean was getting frustrated but even more so scared. Scared that something terrible happened to Sam.

"Think;" He told himself, "where could she have taken him."

There was no doubt in his mind, that his kid brother didn't disappear out of his free will, just like it was clear, that he would have never hit him, if he wasn't under the spirits influence. Just like when they were at that insane asylum in Rockford and the crazy Dr. Elicott possessed Sam. The memory of the incidence, when Sam had shot him with rock salt and later almost with Dean's own gun, if it wouldn't have been empty, made him shiver. Not because of what his brother almost had done to him but more what the whole incident had done to Sam's state of mind. For the longest time he couldn't get away from the guilt of pointing a weapon at his brother and pulling the trigger.

The older Winchester decided, that staying at the mansion any longer made no sense, unless his brother was invisible or there was a secret room in the house, he was no longer here. Making sure he covered both the front and back yard, he made his way back to the car. The sight that greeted him, when he opened the gate was completely unexpected and left him immobile for a minute.

The Impala, his baby, she was gone.

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After he had recovered from the shock of loosing his car, which after closer consideration had to be taken by or at least connected with Sam's disappearance, Dean grudgingly decided his only option was to go back to the hotel and regroup. Without transportation he wouldn't get very far in his search for his younger sibling.

The walk back to their current place of residence took him much longer then it should have. Even though the constant hammering had calmed down to a more tolerable level, combined with the remaining dizziness, it was bad enough to force frequent breaks on him. He was almost overjoyed, when sometimes during his journey, he noticed a 24 hour pharmacy. Without hesitation, he decided it would be worth the extra time, to stop and get something for his headache and a bottle of water.

The pharmacy technician, a busty brunette with a bright smile, whose name tag identified her as Mandy, took pity on him after he had fed her some BS about running into a pole while trying to move out of the way of some drunk driver. Initially she insisted on calling an ambulance for him and it took all of Dean's charm to convince her he was fine. In the end, she settled for cleaning the laceration and taping it together with some steri-strips. Then she handed him the bottle of water and the Ibuprofen he purchased. The young hunter took four tablets and flushed them down with a large gulp from the bottle.

It took him another five minutes to convince Mandy, that it was alright for her to let him go. When she finally let him go, she slipped a piece of paper in his pocket, which Dean later identified as her phone number. It seemed strange, that even when he didn't try, he couldn't get the girls off him. Sam would surely give him shit about it for the longest time. Well, he would've anyway, if he would've been here now.

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Dean continued his way back to the hotel. Fairly soon he noticed, although the medication didn't take the pain away completely, it did take the edge off it. Still, he was glad, when he finally walked through the sliding doors into the reception area. Giving the clerk a casual wave, he made his way to the elevator. This time he had to wait for the car to arrive and if he wouldn't have felt so tired, it would've been faster to take the stairs. After what seemed like forever it finally came and he entered, pushing the second floor button.

Stumbling out as soon as the door opened again, he moved over to the door to their room and reached in his pocket to fish out the key card. To his complete surprise his hand came out empty.

"Dammit, I know I put it in there, where did it go?" He grumbled.

Too tired to go back down, he pulled his cell out and dialed the front desk. Telling the clerk about his dilemma, he was assured, it wouldn't be a problem. It took the kid only a minute to make his way up to join Dean in front of the door.

"I thought your brother was here, I saw him come in several hours ago. Guess he must have left without me noticing." He mused.

His words hit Dean like a rock, increasing his anxiety and leaving him shaking with an urge to get into the room. Thankfully the clerk was already swiping his card and opened the door, letting the older Winchester in.

For the smallest portion of a second Dean stood there, taking in the picture of his lanky younger brother lying listless on the bed, his right arm and leg hanging over the side, his face having the peaceful expression of sleep on it. He wanted to sink down on his knees and thank whatever God was out there, that Sam was here and sleeping. Everything else could be dealt with later.

With the hotel clerk still standing in the doorway, he walked closer to get his brothers long limps into the bed but stopped, when he saw the empty medication container on the floor underneath Sam's open hand, a bottle, still leaking water onto the carpet, right beside it. A sudden panic assaulted him, as he picked the medication container up. The label told him it was the oxycodone they had kept in the med kit for emergencies. He knew it had been at least one third to half full.

The overwhelming fear, that struck him at this moment was only counteracted by his need to save his brother. Leaning over, he checked Sam's breathing and pulse, finding his heart beat too slow and his breathing shallow and tardy. It was this very moment, that the younger hunter chose to take one more breath and then stop. Desperately waiting for the next one and in the end realizing it would never come, Dean pulled the younger man onto the floor, while calling out to the man in the doorway.

"I need an ambulance here last week!"

Then he started to give give his brother the air he was in dire need of, stopping after a moment to recheck his pulse. Realizing Sam's heart had seized beating, he started chest compressions. Forgotten were his prior dizziness, headache and tiredness. All that matter now, was for him to give everything he could and more, so his brother would continue to live.

TBC

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