"Take it easy, Sam," Bobby soothed.

Sam took a deep breath. "Sorry," he said.

Dean struggled to his feet. He couldn't believe that Sam had attacked him like that. "Come on. Let's go inside," he said, biting back his anger. It wasn't Sam's fault. He was hooked, and he hadn't even gotten hooked by his own choice.

"Please, just kill me," Sam said softly. He could feel himself losing control again and he didn't like it. "Before I hurt you guys."

"You won't hurt us," Dean said.

Bobby wasn't so sure. Sam had flung Dean halfway across the yard without a second thought. He was strong and out of control. Not a good combination.

Dean walked up and grabbed Sam's arm and gently led him into the house. He led him upstairs to bed. Bobby handed him a couple of pills.

"What are these?" Sam asked.

"Sleeping pills," Bobby answered. "You're too strong right now to tie down, but maybe after a few hours of sleep more of the blood might wear off.

Sam nodded and reluctantly took the pills. "Night," Dean said and resisted the urge to tuck Sam in like he used to.

"Come on, Dean. We need to talk," Bobby said and headed downstairs. Dean stayed with Sam the few minutes it took him to fall asleep and then went to join Bobby.

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"We need to take Sam's request seriously," Bobby started when Dean settled himself on the couch.

"Bobby, there's no way I'm going to kill him," Dean said.

"If it comes to it, I'll do it," Bobby offered. He didn't want to do it either, but it would be easier on him than Dean. Dean had spent his whole life protecting that kid.

"That's not a better solution. Look, Bobby, we'll just get the blood out of his system, and he'll be back to normal. The demon said himself that he didn't get enough for it to be permanent.

"Yeah, but that don't mean he's totally out of the woods," Bobby said. "We don't know what kind of crazy side effects there will be."

"We'll just ride it through with him," Dean said.

Bobby wasn't so sure, but at the same time he wasn't eager to pronounce a death sentence on the kid. So, reluctantly, he nodded.

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The next morning, Dean was sitting by Sam's bed waiting for him to wake up. Bobby poked his head in. "Should he still be sleeping?" Dean asked, worried.

"No, not normally," Bobby began. "But the thing is we don't know how the blood is affecting him. That could be what's keeping him asleep."

Sam began to stir. "I'm cold," he said.

Dean grabbed another blanket off the chair behind him and placed it over Sam. Sam just started shivering all the more. "Bobby, can you get more blankets?"

Bobby headed off to the linen closet. When he got back, Sam had kicked all the blankets off him. "I'm so hot," he complained.

"Are you hungry?" Dean asked, ignoring the latest temperature complaint. He thought maybe if they fed Sam it would get his strength up so he could fight the withdrawal. As if in answer to the question Sam threw up.

"Guess not," Bobby said and went to get cleaning supplies.

"Sorry," Sam said when Bobby returned and started cleaning up.

Sam looked so distraught that Bobby took pity on him. "It's OK. The floor needed a good scrubbing anyway. Dean, why don't you take him downstairs away from the stench."

"Good idea," Dean replied, gratefully and helped Sam to his feet. Sam's knees buckled and he ended up pulling Dean down with him.

"I need more," he moaned.

"No, Sam," Dean said, as he patiently helped his brother to his feet once more.

Maybe Sam's right and we will have to kill him, Dean thought. Unfortunately, Sam's mind-reading powers were still intact.

"No, you're not going to kill me," he yelled and pushed Dean down. Not with supernatural force, this time, thankfully. He ran towards the bedroom door, but was tackled by Bobby before he could get any further. The exertion had drained him and he slipped into unconsciousness once more.

"What brought that about?" Bobby wondered.

"I was just thinking that maybe we would have to kill him. He must have read my mind," Dean admitted, feeling guilty. "I didn't really mean it. I'm just so scared, Bobby. We've never dealt with anything like this. We don't know of anything like this. I mean, there's no lore is there?"

"No, son, not that I know of. I spent most of last night researching, too."

Bobby had finished cleaning up and between the two of them they carried Sam back to the bed. "We should tie him down," Bobby said.

"No. I'm not going to treat my brother like an animal," Dean protested.

"It's for his own good." Bobby was adamant about this. Sam was dangerous to himself and them. And if he got away, he was dangerous to the whole world. He found some handcuffs and cuffed Sam to the bed over Dean's protestations.

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Sam woke up alone and confused. Why was he handcuffed? He didn't feel good. "Dad!" he yelled.

Dean came running in. "Sam, it's OK. I'm here."

"Why am I tied down? Where's Dad?" Sam was upset.

Bobby joined them. "He's obviously regressed to an earlier time. "How old are you, Sam?"

"7," Sam answered.

"Great. He didn't even know about the supernatural back then," Dean realized. "What do we tell him?"

"Where's Dad?" Sam asked again, getting more and more agitated.

"He went out for a while," Dean answered.

"I don't want to be chained to the bed anymore," Sam whined.

"What do you think?" Dean asked Bobby. He was inclined to let Sam up, but he had come to the realization last night, that he just wasn't impartial enough to make these decisions.

"I think we should leave him be," Bobby decided.

"I have to go potty," Sam said.

Bobby sighed. "OK, Sam." He went over and uncuffed one of Sam's hands and then uncuffed the other and cuffed them together in front.

"Come on, Bobby, "Dean said.

"We can't have him getting away, Dean" Bobby reiterated. He grabbed Sam's arm and led him to the bathroom. "OK, do what you gotta do," he said to Sam and closed the door so that it was only open a crack.

"That has to be humiliating," Dean said angrily.

"He thinks he's seven. He's not old enough to be humiliated," Bobby said.

Sam called from the bathroom, "Uncle Bobby, can you help me?"

Dean smiled. Served him right. Bobby smiled back and slipped into the bathroom. Sam was waiting for him and looped his arms around his neck. He pushed him out of the bathroom in front of him. "Get me the keys to the cuffs, or I'll break his neck," Sam threatened. He didn't really want to do it, but he had to get out of here and get more blood. He would die without it.