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Recap: So, Sam went demon and destroyed half of Bobby's house but then snapped out of it but managed to transport himself all the way to Sonoma, California and got picked up by a rather nice girl called Cathy. However, he has no memory of his life or Dean. Dean is going wild trying to work out how to find his brother but has Bobby, Ruby and Henrickson to help him. What will happen next? Dun-da-duh!

Dean paused outside the motel room, swinging the bottles of beer from his fingers. It had been a whole day since Sam had vanished, and they'd found no trace of him. Nothing.

And nothing just wasn't good enough.

He knew that the others were fed up with his short temper, but he couldn't help it. This whole thing was just so messed up. He had no idea what to do, and he was supposed to look out for Sam. He was supposed to take care of his baby brother. So why the hell did he keep screwing up? He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself before stepping into the motel. Ruby and Henrickson were deep in conversation, and Dean's heart leapt but then he caught the gist of it.

"No, demons are the only ones the devil traps work on. But they don't work with all of them, the higher power demons can break out. You just have to know what you're dealing with."

Henrickson nodded, concentrating hard on what Ruby was saying. Dean held back a snort; so Henrickson was still trying to be a hunter? Bobby clearly wasn't showing him anything yet, but Ruby didn't seem to mind. But then, she never did. They both looked up as he closed the door, and he held out two of the beers.

"Got some for you. Any news?"

Ruby shook her head as she reached for the beers, and Henrickson said, "Sorry, Dean."

Dean held back a snarl of fustration and looked towards the bathroom door. For some reason the bathroom was the best place Bobby could get internet reception on his laptop, so it had become the man's new home.

"You don't wanna go in there," Ruby advised. "Bobby's been in a bad mood all day."

Dean was just sitting down on one of the beds when the bathroom door flew open and Bobby strode out, a group of papers covered in scribbled notes held high in triumpah. Dean jerked up to his feet, slopping beer onto the floor.

"Bobby, tell me you got something."

Bobby grinned. "I got something."

Ruby's eyebrows shot upwards. "You have? Seriously?"

Bobby shot her a glare at her surprise and held out the papers to Dean. Dean took them, his heart thumping hard in hope. He leafed through them, his hope slowly dying. Then he looked up, his smile flat, and thrust the papers back to Bobby.

"Bobby, these are demon omens. What the hell has this got to do with Sam?"

Bobby glanced at Ruby again, who shrugged and looked at her nails. Bobby turned back to Dean.

"Okay, Dean, don't freak out."

Warning bells went off in Dean's mind at once, and his eyes narrowed. "Sam is not a demon," he snarled.

"No, he's not, but he has demonic qualities which are getting out of control," Ruby called. "Those qualities can set up demon omens."

"But he is not-"

"Dean, do you wanna find your brother or not?" Bobby demanded.

Dean fell silent. Then he ran his hands through his hair and nodded. "Okay, fine. What've you got?"

Bobby smiled gratefully and looked down at his notes, sifting through them.

"Riiiiiiiiiiight... so the weird thing was that there was hardly any demonic omens over yesterday. Ruby here thinks that its because Sam's power was so great that it wiped out all the others nearby, or at least scared them into hiding for a while. But then, that means that he wasn't giving off anything either. So I decided to go back a little and get this - the night Sam destroyed the Salvage Yard there was a huge eletrical storm in Sonoma, California."

"And there was a storm that night over the Yard which came on really fast and then just vanished," Henrickson added. "I remember."

"California?" Dean repeated. "But Bobby, thats right across the damn country! How the hell could he have got that far?"

"I don't know, Dean, but its all we've got to go on right now."

Dean rubbed his eyes with both hands, clenching his jaw. Bobby was right, it was all they had. And it was better than nothing, right? He had do something, no matter how little it meant. He couldn't just sit there and do nothing. And what if Sam really was there? He lowered his hand and started for the door.

"Okay, lets go."

"Now?"

Dean turned. None of the others had moved. "What d'you mean?"

"We don't know what we're up against," Henrickson began, but Dean cut across him.

"You aren't even a hunter, damn it! And Ruby, you can tell us what the hell we're up against when we get there. We're going. Now."

He strode out of the door and headed for the Impala. After a few moments he heard the sound of the others following him.

Please be there, Sam, please, he begged silently. I can't deal with this.

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Sammy... you can't save me, that's just how it is... we're not gonna argue about this anymore...

Sam rocked on the sofa, his fingers pressed to his forehead. He no longer cared what the voices meant, he just wanted them to go away. They were tearing his head apart.

"Go away, go away..." he muttered through clenched teeth, squeezed tightly shut.

"Sam?"

He turned, wincing as he jolted his head. Cathy stood across the room, hovering in the doorway of her bedroom, twisting her hands anxiously. She knew that he was in pain, but since he had refused to go to a hospital there was nothing she could do to help, and he knew that it was killing her. She walked over to him, leaning over the sofa back.

"Its getting worse, isn't it?"

He nodded. "I dunno... i just can't... think straight..."

He shut his eyes again as pain rolled over him. He vaugely felt Cathy's hand on his forehead, and then on his arm.

"You're burning up. You wanna drink?"

"Okay..."

He heard her moving away and forced his eyes open again, finding himself looking at the photograph again. He now knew that it was of Cathy and her dad when she had been little. Cathy came back into sight and handed him a glass of water, which he drank gratefully.

"Thanks," he muttered as he lowered the glass.

"Sam, I really think you should see a doctor. Something's really wrong."

"Can't..."

"Why?"

Sam didn't answer. The truth was, he didn't know. He just knew that he had to avoid hospitals when he could. Hospitals meant police and police meant questions...

Yeah, they kinda saw me... go find Dad...

He let out a small moan, gripping his head and hunching over to lean his elbows on his knees. He felt the sofa beside him dip as Cathy sat down, and then felt her turning his face towards her with one hand. He opened his eyes to see her looking at him anxiously, pulling a tissue from her pocket.

"Jeez, mate, you're bleeding again... maybe its some kinda brain tumor or something..."

He couldn't find the energy to care. He just sat there while Cathy dabbed at his nose carefully. Her face was taut with worry, and he felt a small rush of pride that she was worried about him. That meant that she liked him, right? That she was interested?

God, Sam, you're practically dying, you don't know who you are, and all you can think about it whether some girl you hardly know likes you or not... smooth...

At least this time it was his own voice in his head, not someone elses. He felt his eyes drooping and forced them open again. Cathy removed her hand from his face and slid it down to his arm, squeezing him gently. It took him a few moments to realize that she was calling his name, and he quickly tried to focus on her.

"Ah, sorry... what?"

"I said, why the hell don't you let me take you to a hospital? I'm really worried, Sam."

"M'fine."

"Yeah, I can see that."

She touched his forehead again, and then stood up and pulled him downwards. He followed her hand blindly until he felt the arm of the sofa against the side of his head and looked up at her, confused.

"Just lie still for a second, I'm gonna get you some ice," she told him, moving out of sight.

Sam nodded, feeling his eyes drooping again. Before he knew it, the voices were swarming in on him again, blocking off everything else.

I want you to be honest with yourself, Sam!

Sam... good to... see you up and around...

I promise, okay?

Shut up, Sam!

A moan escaped his lips and a huge shudder rolled over him. He felt his body arch slightly, pushing him over onto his back. He shook again and heard Cathy call his name anxiously, but he couldn't respond. His jaw was clenched as pain pulsed through him, and he moaned again.

"Sam? Sam!"

He forced his eyes open, caught a glimpse of Cathy crouching before him gripping his arm. Funny, he hadn't even felt it...

"Sam, look at me. Sam! Listen to me, just concentrate on breathing, stay awake. I'm calling nine one one."

As she moved away, Sam felt something else roll over him. Not pain but... power. A huge, imense power that made his eyes shoot open and his whole body freeze. For a few moments he just remained still, feeling the energy. He didn't know what to do... should he be fighting this? Was this good or bad? Maube he was remembering... and then the power grew abruptly and he backtracked. This was bad. This was really bad. He couldn't control it, he coudn't hold it back...

"Cathy," he rasped. "Ca...thy..."

"Sam?"

He heard her moving over to him. Then something in the back of his mind exploded and everything turned red.

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Cathy was dialing when Sam rasped out her name. She spun around, dropping the phone, and rushed back to him. Her heart fluttered in her chest, panicky and fast. She didn't think she had been this scared in her entire life. Sam sounded so weak, as if he was in so much pain that he could hardly even speak. She rounded the sofa and crouched down before him. His eyes were clenched tightly shut, his whole body tensed as if waiting for a blow.

"Sam?" she whispered, her heart thudding. "God, Sam..."

His eyes opened, and she flinched back in horror: they were completely black. Sam stared at her for a few moments, and then sat up, his movement slow and deliberate. Cathy stared at him in shock, her mouth slightly open.

"Sam, what's wrong with your eyes..."

Her voice trailed off as Sam rose to his feet, suddenly towering over her. His top lip curled in a cold, cruel smirk. She began to scramble backwards, heading for the door, but he reached down and grabbed her by the front of her top. She gasped as he lifted her up to his level, his black eyes glistening.

"Sam, stop! Sam!"

He cocked his head slightly, his brow furrowing. Then he spoke, his voice quiet and cold.

"Where's my brother?"

Cathy opened her mouth and closed it again, speechless. Sam gazed at her, his face hard as stone.

"Where's Dean?"

"I... I don't know..."

"Who are you?"

"I'm Cathy. You know? R-remember? Sam?"

His eyes narrowed coldly. "You're lying to me."

"No, I'm not, I swear, I-"

She broke off in a gasp as he threw her across the room in one swift movement. Her head connected with the wall and white dots dominated her vision.

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When she opened her eyes again, the sky outside the windows was darker and the lights in her apartment were still off, turning everything into shadows. She lifted her head, and then realized that she couldn't move her hands. Was she... tied up? She frowned, pullling against the bonds and realized that she was tied to one of her kitchen chairs. Across the room, one of the shadows moved and she started in surprise and fear.

Oh god... oh god... I'm going to die...

But she couldn't believe that Sam was doing this intensionally. He musthave some sort of disorder, something that was messing around with his head. She pulled back automatically as he stepped forwards into the strip of light streaming in from the window. His eyes were still black, and he almost looked like a different person he was so cold and tense. Evil... she shuddered and pressed herself back against the chair.

"Sam?" she whispered. "What is it? What's wrong with you?"

Sam moved right up to her, so that she could feel his soft, cool breath on her face. He ran his hand over her cheek, caressing her softly, and she shivered in disgust. She would have loved for this to happen only a few hours ago, but now... this wasn't him. It wasn't the same person.

"Sam, stop," she hissed through clenched teeth. "Let me go. Please."

Sam turned his head towards the window, his eyes narrowing. "Dean's here somewhere," he murmured.

"That's good, you're remembering stuff," she said earnestly. "Just let me go and I'll help you find him."

He turned his eyes on her. "You won't touch him," he snarled. "No one will hurt him. No one in the world will ever hurt him again."

"What?"

He took a few steps backwards and lowered his head. Outside, dark clouds swirled across the sky and a bolt of lightning speared down on them, shattering the window. Cathy let out a short squeal, flinching away, and the chair tilted over. Her head knocked against the floor, making her gasp in pain, and she stared up at Sam in raw fear. From this angle, he was an awesome image of power. His eyes sparked as he lifted his head, a smirk chasing across his face.

"Sam, what are you doing?" she whispered.

"No one is going to touch Dean ever again," Sam snarled. "I'm going to stop them all. Everyone."

Then the lightning snarled in again and he vanished. The lightning caught at the sofa and set it alight, and Cathy's stomach clenched in horror.

"Oh god... shit," she whispered.

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Six hours.

Six bloody hours on a plane, and Dean hadn't stopped shaking for even one of them.

But, point being, they had reached Sonoma and they were on their way to find Sam. Bobby had borrowed a car from a friend of his, and they had made for the nearest motel. They had no idea what state Sam would be in when they found him, and Dean wanted somewhere to take him if he needed any medical help. Now, Ruby was trying to locate Sam as best she could.

"We're in the right place," She had told them. "I'm just having trouble getting a fix... its all so messed up..."

Got that right, Dean had thought.

There were no storms around, so they had no idea where to go on that area. And so, as evening looked over them, Dean found himself impaitently jiggling his leg up and down again, gnawing on his lip as he watched Ruby think. Bobby and Henrickson sat nearby, Bobby sometimes shooting Dean sympathetic looks. Dean drummed his fingers on his knee, squeezing his eyes shut.

Come on, come on... please, come on... give her something, Sam, please give her something...

Abruptly, Ruby sucked in a gasp and sat bolt upright.

"Jesus Christ..."

"What? Have you found him? What?" Dean demanded.

Ruby looked at him with wide eyes. "There's just been a huge power explosion, and its moving... an apartment a few blocks away, that's where its started... Dean!"

"I'm already on it," Dean said, already halfway to the door. "Bobby, Henrickson, move!"

As they reached the door, lightning split the sky in two and thunder rumbled. Purple clouds rolled in to swarm above them like millions of dark bees, rain screaming down on them as they rushed to the car.

"He's using too much power, there's no way he can keep this up," Ruby muttered as they ducked into the car. "For god's sake, Bobby, step on it!"

"We'll get there in time, Dean," Bobby promised as the car tore away from the curb.

"You'd better hope we do," Ruby replied softly. "If we don't it could very well mean the end of the world."

So, with the end of the world looming up on us, what will happen next? If you like it, put up a review. I get reviews, I put up the next chapter. Hope you enjoyed the chapter!

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