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Dean glanced over at his brother, who was sleeping in the passenger seat beside him. As he reached over and pushed some of the too long bangs out of Sam's face he couldn't help the smile that appeared on his face. Not that he was really disturbed by the stray hair, in fact, the younger man had been sleeping peacefully ever since right after they had left the hospital. That was five hours ago now. But after almost loosing him to a freaky drug overdose/suicide attempt, Dean felt the need for this contact to make sure Sam was indeed still alive.

"You're loosing it, Winchester." He scolded himself with a grin on his face.

If Sam would do anything like this to him, he would call it a 'chick flick moment' and push the younger boy away. Glad for small favors, in this case his deeply sleeping brother not noticing the tender gesture, he focused his eyes and mind back on the road. His goal was to drive another two to three hours before stopping, far enough away from Rebekah and anything else that might have an influence over Sam.

This whole hunt had turned into a complete disaster. The older Winchester couldn't understand how this spirit could hold so much power over Sam even after he left her presence. It was one thing to make him hit his own brother while they were in her presence, but to have him take a overdose of drugs several miles away, that seemed odd. Unless, she wasn't bound to the premises of the mansion.

Dean shook his head, this would be a new one, something that would defy anything he'd ever seen or heard in all his years in hunting. And if this was really the case, would Sam be save, even if he was several hundred miles away? He had to believe he would be. It was just not possible any other way.

The hunter wasn't a man, who left anything to chance though. His motto was 'shoot first, ask questions later'. In this case, that meant, he took his cell out and made several calls to fellow hunters to find out, if they'd encountered anything like this before. After getting a negative answer and a promise to check into it from all of them, he made one last call. This time he got only a voice mail, not that he expected anything else. He hesitated for a fraction of a second before he started to talk.

"Dad, it's Dean, when you get this message, please call me. There is this hunt we are involved in and...,it's kinda weird,... there is just something off. Don't know how to explain it..., anyway, I..., we really need your help. Please, dad, call me!"

He hung up, not really satisfied with the message he left but also not sure what to say. Their father would probably think he finally lost his marbles.

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A few hours later Dean stopped at a rundown roadside motel. After he checked them in, he drove over to the parking spot closest to their room and carefully put his hand on his brother's shoulder.

"Hey sleeping beauty, time to wake up, your prince charming is here to take you to his castle."

Giving the younger man a moment to wake up, he got out and opened the passenger side door. By that time he caught a bleary eyed look from Sam.

"Where 're we?"

"Some dump out in nowhere land." Dean grinned, then hauled him to his feet.

Steadying him, he helped him into the room and sat him on the bed furthest from the door. Running back out, he got their bags and dumped them on the floor, before closing and locking the door.

"You ok?" He asked

"Yeah, just tired." Sam assured him, before reluctantly adding, "and maybe just a little nauseated."

He had been vomiting a few times at the hospital and Dr. Lithman had explained this was a common side effect of the Narcan, the drug he had received to counteract the narcotics in his system. He had given Sam an injection of Compazine to counteract some of the nausea, but warned it could come back any time. At the same time he had told Dean he'd arranged for his brother to be transferred to the Psych Unit after lunch.

This had been, when the elder Winchester took the first opportunity given to get Sam out of the hospital. It had been a lot easier then he'd anticipated. Half the staff had been on lunch break, the other half was busy with taking care of handing out food and taking care of the bigger or smaller needs of their patients. Dean had been grateful though, that his brother hadn't asked any questions about why they needed to leave in such a hurry. He had cooperated with the older hunter assisting him to get dressed and walking him out to the car without complaints.

Dean was brought back to the present by the retching sounds coming from Sam. Grabbing the trash can and holding it in front of his brother's face in one smooth move, he sat down beside him and started to rub the other man's back. Together they sat there for several minutes, before Sam quit heaving and relaxed.

"Why don't you lie down, I get you some water." Dean instructed him.

"Thanks." Sam wiped the tears the exertion caused from his face but stayed sitting.

A minute later he gratefully took the glass from the other man's hand and swallowed a few small sips before handing it back. He was ready to go back to sleep, exhaustion pulling him down, but there was something on his mind he needed to clear up before he could.

"Dean, what happened to me? You still haven't told me."

Damn, the older Winchester hadn't been prepared for this question to come at this time. It was time for some major bs, "Rebekah fed you an overdose of oxycodone."

He justified the lie by telling himself it was at least in a way it was true.

Sam stared at him with disbelieve, "How? Where did she get the drugs from? Go to a pharmacy?"

The sarcasm in his voice told Dean he needed to come up with a better explanation fast or he would be caught.

"Don't know how, she knocked me out first, but I know where she got the oxy from. It was in my coat."

"Since when do you carry that stuff in your coat pocket?" The doubt in his voice was obvious.

Dean hung his head, unable to meet Sam's eyes. His voice was slightly shaky and he hardly was able to hide the fear in it. Fear that his brother would see right through him and make him confess what really happened.

"I'm sorry, I should have told you but I had a killer headache in the morning, so I took one and put the bottle in my pocket. I was afraid it would come back."

For once, the older hunter's body language worked to his advantage, as Sam took the hanging head and shaky voice as a sign of self loath. It was also clear that he wasn't thinking straight yet, or he would have remembered that taking this kind of drug for a headache was totally out of character for his brother and that Dean didn't show any signs of pain, at least nothing that would have required a narcotic, in the morning. Instead his brotherly instinct came out with all it's power.

"Dean, it's ok, this is not your fault, you couldn't have known. You saved my life, that's all that matters. You can't blame yourself for something you didn't have control over."

Sam rubbed his eyes, trying to keep himself awake as tiredness threatened to overwhelm him. He couldn't go to sleep now, not before he was sure Dean wasn't blaming himself anymore. He knew his brother well enough to comprehend he would willingly take responsibility for anything that happened to Sam while he was around and in most cases even while he wasn't.

"Please, Dean!"

The elder brother looked up when he heard the begging and tiredness in Sam's voice. The dark circles around the hazel eyes and the paleness of his skin just enhanced the picture of fatigue exhibited in front of him. He had to end this right now, so Sammy would finally get the rest he needed.

"I guess you're right, there wasn't really anything I could do. I'm just glad you're alright." He hoped his words would be enough to end the conversation for now and ever, "Now, why don't you get some sleep, you look like hell."

He pulled the blankets back and helped his brother out of his shoes, then watched as Sam laid down, without bothering to take his cloth off. There was no doubt, he was out like a light as soon as he hit the pillow. Dean smiled and put the blanket over him before he walked into the bathroom to shower.

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Throughout the next few days Dean kept a close eye on his brother, hardly ever letting him out of his sight. Although he had never seen or heard of it, he still wanted to be rather save then sorry, when it came to make sure Rebekah's influence didn't expand beyond her home and maybe the town.

He also made sure that all drugs were well hidden and kept all weapons locked in the trunk of the car. Knowing that Sam kept the spare key in the pocket of his coat, he took it out while the other hunter was in the shower. Now he just had to hope, there wouldn't be a reason for Sam to need the key, because then he would have to find an explanation for it's disappearance. He planned on putting it back in it's place as soon as he was sure things would be ok.

And there wasn't any indication for him to think differently. Sam was slowly recovering, loosing the nausea and constant tiredness, that accompanied him the first couple days. He still couldn't remember anything but didn't asked any further questions, which made Dean breathe a little easier.

He did miss the Sam from before the hunt though. The one that had finally found some joy and happiness again. Now he was back to nightmares and sleeplessness at night and irritability and poor appetite in the daytime. Yet having seen the lighter side of his little brother come through after such a long time, Dean was optimistic it would come through again eventually.

After spending three days in the shabby motel in a town with nothing more than a gas station, a rundown bar and a diner that offered only four items on the menu, Dean was getting itchy for another hunt. But he also knew, it wouldn't be possible for him to keep a constant eye on his brother while they researched a new hunt. At least not without Sam getting suspicious. So instead he decided to clean the guns again, making sure he left the ammo and knifes locked up in the trunk.

After a finishing the last weapon, he took it out to the car. Walking back into the room, he looked over to his brother, who was sitting across from him at the table, seemingly engrossed in reading something on the screen of his lab top.

"Hey Sammy, you up for some grub?"

The other man hardly looked up but gave him a "Mhm, sure!", before he went back to reading.

Dean took his leather jacket from the back of the chair and turned to leave. In the doorway he stopped and looked back.

"You coming?" he asked.

"Huh?" Sam gave him a questioning look.

The older brother shook his head, only Sam could be so immersed in something, that he would answer a question without hearing what it was. He smirked and put his fingers together, putting them to his mouth, then made chewing motions.

"You know, go eat food, like fries, burgers or for you salad, veggies, fruits and all that healthy stuff."

For a moment there was a smile on the younger hunters face before he turned serious again, "Nah, just bring me something. I want to finish reading this."

For a moment Dean hesitated, unsure if he should leave his brother, but then he decided it would take him only a few minutes to run across the street, get the food and come back. After all, Sam had been fine and he was probably just being overprotective.

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Sam continued reading the article on ancient myths and legends he'd stumbled across, while looking for something to hunt. He knew his brother to well to not have noticed that the other man was getting restless. And while he appreciated the protectiveness his sibling showed, he also felt perfectly fine and up to anything they would come across. Captivated by what he was reading, he was glad Dean didn't insist on him coming to get food.

He almost finished the article, when the screen went black. Pushing several buttons first, he checked the power source, only to find it plugged in and the light indicating it was working. Confused and frustrated he turned the lab top off, ready to reboot it, when he felt a hand stroking his cheek. Turning his head, he found himself looking into the emerald eyes of Rebekah Chambers. He wanted to jump up but her gentle touch held him down. Staring into those intense orbs, he felt reality beginning to melt away. His wants and needs focused on the beautiful woman before him and he knew, he had to listen to her.

"Sam Winchester, my love, I have searched for you. Don't you remember, you belong to me. I have given you my live, now you have to give me yours, so I can belong to you."

One hand continued to caress his cheek, while she used the other to draw him close. He felt the moistness of her full lips as they touched his. His mind, muddled just a second ago, now felt clear and focused. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, stroking her silken hair with the back of his hand and taking in the intoxicating scent of her perfume.

Finally she slipped out of his hold and looked at him, "You must come with me, my sweet love, to complete, what you started."

He felt her hand hold on to his and pull him up. Willingly he followed her lead into the bathroom. She came to a stop in front of the sink and again he felt her fingers stroke him, as her eyes locked with his.

"You need to break the glass to unlock the power. Let it give you strength."

Without hesitation he grabbed the glass from the sink and smashed against the edge, breaking it effectively. Holding on to the pieces, he looked at Rebekah. Her smile assured him, he was doing right. She held his gaze and drew him in once again.

When she released him, she whispered, "I have to leave you, but only for a short while. We will be together again soon."

He didn't want her to go, yet he knew she spoke the truth. Soon nothing would ever separate them again.

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Dean was whistling as he entered the room holding two bags filled with the biggest burger he'd ever seen and a generous portion of fries for himself and a large steak salad for his brother. In his other arm he held two large sodas. Giving the door a kick with his foot, he set the drinks and food on the table.

For a moment it worried him that Sam was no longer working on his lab top and was nowhere else in the room, but then he noticed the closed bathroom door.

"Sammy, food's here, come and get it."

Looking into one of the bags, he pulled out his food, before pushing the other bag towards his brother's side of the table. He took in the smell and look of the large burger before taking a big bite and savoring it like it was the best thing he'd ever eaten.

"Damn, gotta give it to small town diners, they got the best food." Looking up, he noticed, the bathroom door was still closed, "Sammy, did you fall in?"

Not getting a response, he suddenly felt the hair in the back of his neck stand up and a chill ran through him. He tried to tell himself there was nothing to be alarmed off, yet he couldn't help the dread, that filled him as he walked towards the door. He knocked, trying to steady his voice.

"You got big business going on in there?" The attempted humor sounding slightly off.

Again, he didn't receive an answer, so he turned the door knob. To his surprise the door wasn't locked and he pushed it open. To call the sight in front of him horrific would have been a more than a slight understatement. Sam was standing beside the sink, his dark hair disheveled, his face and arms smeared with blood. His short sleeved t-shirt was cut to pieces and hung in shreds off him, the white fabric discolored with large red stains. Both his arms were hanging down and Dean noticed the clenched fists, shards of glass sticking out from them and blood dripping down to the floor, pooling into two slowly growing puddles.

Instantly wanting to storm to the aid of his brother, he got stuck on the look on Sam's face. There was a smile on his lips and an expression of peace in his eyes, that scared Dean more then any fear or pain he'd ever seen in the handsome features.

It took Sam's eyes rolling back and his body becoming flaccid, for the older Winchester to become animated again. He jumped forward, grabbing his brother under his arms before he could hit the floor. For a moment he struggled for balance until he finally was able to let both of them sink down gently.

It was then, that he noticed the deep cuts in Sam's wrists, blood welling from them with every beat of his heart.

Desperately looking for something to stem the flow of blood flow, his eyes fell on some towels on the shelf above the toilet. Tearing them down, he wrapped them around Sam's wrists, before running out and grabbing the first aid kit from his duffel. He hurried back and replaced the towels with pressure bandages. Satisfied, that the bleeding at least slowed, he gave his brother a fast once over.

All the other cuts were more superficial and most already started to scab over. His heart beat was fast but strong and so was his breathing. Slightly more at ease, that his brother was in no immediate danger, his first priority was to get Sam back to the bed. He could see, that the lacerations on his wrists would have to be stitched up to assure the bleeding would seize.

Pushing him up to a sitting position elicited a moan from the other boy's lips. His eyes opened and he stared at Dean.

"Hey kiddo, we need to get you out of here, think you can help me?"

"I have to go." Sam's gaze was directed to the wall, yet Dean was sure, that wasn't what he was seeing.

"Go where?" He asked, trying to hide the fear in his voice.

"Rebekah, I have to make her mine." He smiled as his lids closed and his head lolled against his brother's shoulder.

The trepidation Dean had felt ever since entering the bathroom, only intensified with these words. It took all his strength not to panic. Instead he hauled his brother up and with some effort managed to move him out to the bed. Going back to the bathroom for the kit, he moved as fast as he could to suture the lacerations. Satisfied with his work, he cleaned the glass pieces from the smaller cuts on Sam's hands, before applying antibiotic cream and wrapping everything.

After he was finished he gave himself just a moment to still the shaking of his hands, before he started cleaning his brother's arms, upper body and face. He found two larger cuts on his chest that he sutured, on all others he just had to use the cream and band-aids.

Slowly he allowed himself to collapse down to the floor, his back relaxing against the other bed. Letting his eyes rest on his kid brother, he felt a complete sence of hopelessness overwhelm him. Never in his life had he felt this desolate before, not even when Sammy left for Stanford.

How was he supposed to keep his brother save from Rebekah, while at the same time finding a way to get rid of her? Even for Dean Winchester this appeared to be an impossible task.

TBC

This was kinda difficult to write, don't really know why, but it just was. So please let me know what you think. Hugs, Vonnie