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If you love the person, don't leave him. That distance could kill him (me)

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Chapter 6

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Sam was the one driving the Impala this time, as Dean appeared too tired to carry himself even to the passenger seat, let alone drive. Sam and Dean arrived at Missouri's house.

"Sam! Dean! You're finally here! Gee, the spirits have been talking so much about you two!" Missouri welcomed the guests. 'C'mon, come in, come in!'

Sam and Dean entered.

"So, how are you two doing, huh?" Missouri asked.

"Fine," they both said together.

"Gee, all you hunters are always fine. Incredible."

"Missouri, how are you doing anyways?" asked Sam.

"I'm fine, boy, thanks for asking."

Missouri stepped back and gazed them both.

"Well, thanks for coming again," she said and took Sam's hand for a second, then Dean's. It looked, like she was reading information when holding hands.

When she held Dean's hand, she frowned a little, but said nothing.

"Well come in, let's have some dinner, enough standing in this hallway."

They sat around the small circular table. There was good smelling chicken on it, grapes, apples, strawberry pie, few bottles of water, and some other things. Not much.

"I didn't prepare very much, I know you are here, because you want to hear about that house and ghost."

'Yeah' Sam answered.

Dean, however, didn't touch his food. He hadn't been feeling good for days, but today he was feeling worse. Those pain attacks were sucking life out ofhim.

And he was fearing, that pain will hit him again, while he was at Missouri's place. And he desperately begged and almost prayed that it wouldn't happen.

Missouri noticed that Dean wasn't eating anything.

"Dean, dear, are you alright?" she asked with soft voice.

Dean raised his head. Missouri was looking at him worriedly.

"I'm fine," he said, trying to sound as normal as possible.

"Okay," she said with disbelief. Of course she didn't believe, after all, she could read minds.

"So, Missouri, what about that house?" inquired Sam.

"Oh, right, I forgot. Well, about five years ago in that house a man named Roger Thompson was killed. He was revolting, disgusting, a real scum. He was mean and he was kinda raged all over the town, even tried to kill his neighbors, when he was drunk. Police could do nothing. So one day, when some kid, I think his name was Ed, broke Roger's house window, he totally went crazy. He grabbed that poor kid, beat him and locked him in the basement. Ed's friend saw everything and told everything to his and Ed's parents, 'cause they were celebrating together or something. In a matter of minutes, almost everyone knew what Roger has done. They ran out of patience and everyone went straight to Roger's house, pissed like hell. They broke into his house and freed that poor kid. Roger was pissed that everyone is at his house, he tried to cast everybody out, even wanted to shoot them, when he finally found his gun, but… people were pissed. They grabbed Roger, dragged him upstairs, tortured him a little and finally… shot him. Straight to the head. Then they left his body upstairs and left the house. That house is uninhabitable. Even cops didn't take it as a crime. As much as I know, the one who shoot him was a cop himself, so… Nobody except the locals know about it. It's kinda town's dark secret. But Roger's soul is still in that house. If you want him out, you should burn his body, but it's still at the second floor of that house," Missouri said.

Both, Sam and Dean listened.

"But if you're going in that house, you gotta be careful," suddenly she grabbed Dean's hand. It was shaking slightly. "Very careful. He wants revenge. And he is angry. Even if you're going, gotta be extremely careful," she repeated, still with Dean's hand in her arms.

Then she jumped.

"I guess you're thirsty. I'll do some coffee." With that, Missouri headed to the kitchen.

Sam looked at Dean.

Sam was full; he ate a full plate of chicken, little slice of pie and a few grapes. But Dean's plate was empty. He hadn't eaten anything.

"Oh, I don't have any coffee left' Missouri said with sad voice. 'Not even tea. Dean, few blocks away there is herbs store. Can you buy some coffee and tea? It's all natural. And don't drive, take a walk. Fresh air will be good for you." She said softly, looking at Dean.

"Yeah, sure," he said.

"Do not rush. There's a plenty of time, dear," She added.

Dean nodded and headed through the door.

Then Missouri turn serious face at Sam.

"Sam, what the hell?" she asked a little angrily.

"What?" Sam replied, surprised.

"Dean."

"What about him? And why did you send him out? You have coffee, I saw you buying it."

"I needed him out, because I wanna talk to you about him."

"Why do you wanna talk to me about him?"

"Because you're his brother, for God's sake."

Sam frowned a little.

"Missouri, I don't wanna talk to you about him. If you wanna talk, talk to Dean!"

"No. Stop telling me what to do, Sam Winchester. I wanna light you up, what's going on. And I want some your explanation. So. What the hell did you do to him?"

"Me? What's that suppose to mean? I didn't do anything! And there's nothing wrong with him! Yeah, maybe he has a little flu or something, but that's nothing he can't handle."

"Sam, we don't have time for any shit. And he doesn't have any flu. It's more serious than I thought."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Sam, do you know what I can do? What my abilities are? I can see straight through every person when I'm holding his hand. His thought, maybe, his life story. What's happening to him. I can see if he's sick or not, I can read his mind. And also, I can see and feel his soul."

"So, that's why you were holding my and Dean's hand, huh? And what you saw?"

"Oh God, kid, you really don't wanna know. What kind of thing can turn you two against each other, huh? Tell me, Sam, what?"

"Nothing."

Missouri grabbed Sam's palm.

"Sam, you're pissed at him, because he let an angel in, right? But he did this out of love, he wanted to save you. He will rather rot in Hell than let you die, you know that? And can I ask you, why did you tell him those things? That you wouldn't save him, that he's no longer your brother, that you don't trust him? Why? He didn't deserve that, Sam. But you pushed him away, my dear, and now he thinks, that you hate him. It broke him, Sam."

Sam looked at her.

"What you mean?"

Mind reader let out a deep breath.

"When I'm looking in your soul, it's bright, shining, full of life and happiness. It's healthy. You're okay. But when I held your brother's hand Sam…" Missouri shivered and let go of Sam's hand. "Sam, there was nothing, but pain and agony. No life. It felt like hell. His soul is so twisted and broken, it looked like after hundred years in Hell, that it's hard to explain. I don't know, how he endures it. When soul is in this shape, he must feel pain, maybe pain attacks. And it has to be real agony. I can't believe that he's still walking and talking. Well, barely talking. But it will get worse and it will finally end him, Sam," She talked with tears in her eyes.

"How'd you know?"

"Because I saw it. Sam, you have no idea how bad it is. I've read his mind. He already has those pain attacks, and it's getting worse every time. Today was first time in four days when he slept. He was so exhausted, that he wasn't able to hold on any longer. And he's not eating. You noticed that, haven't you? He tried to take painkillers, but it wasn't helping much. Maybe because it's his soul. And he has a fever, his skin is like on fire."

"How the hell that happened? Why didn't he tell me?"

"Well, Sam, first things first. You know, Dean always was a little broken. It started in his childhood, I guess. And his soul was damaging every year. You left to Stanford, for example. Or when his father died, or when you died. For every damn thing that happened, he blamed himself. Doesn't matter, whose fault that was, he blamed himself. He tried to glue his soul, over and over, and, well, this time he couldn't hold on any longer. You broke him, Sam. You. Remember when you were hallucinating about Lucifer, the pain you felt? This is much much worse, believe me. He thinks, that you don't want him around anymore, that you hate him, that you blame him for everything. And he thinks he deserves that pain, because he hurt you. You know, half of the time he was wondering, why you, Dad didn't just let him die in the first place. Or why did an angel raised him from Hell. At these days he's feeling so much pain, that he even wondered, that if he kills himself everyone will be better off without him, especially you. He hates himself."

Sam was sitting in the chair, he couldn't move a muscle, frozen in shock.

"Why he didn't tell me?"

"Are you deaf? He thinks, you don't care about him anymore. You hate him. That's why."

"But, Missouri, I don't hate him. I don't. Yeah, I am pissed that he forced me to say yes, but I could never…"

"I know, kid, but he doesn't. Alright, gotta end this conversation. He'll be back in a few minutes. "

"How do I fix this?"

"I don't know, kid. Maybe you should call that angel of yours. I can see, what's going on, but I can't heal. Even if I really want to. And don't be a dick to him. He's suffering enough right now."

Sam nodded.

"And watch him closely. If it get's really bad, take him in here. Maybe I'll find something, okay? Don't let him down again, Sam."

"I won't."

Door opened.

"Hey, sweetie, you back? Oh, thanks for coffee and tea, when you're done with that ghost you should come here again," She said with soft voice to Dean. He nodded.

"So, we'll get going," Sam said.

'Okay, don't forget to come here again!' Missouri said. When Dean turned back to leave, she whispered to Sam; "Don't leave him alone on that hunt." Then loudly said "Take care, see ya soon!"

Sam nodded.

"Thanks. We will. You too."

And headed to the car.

Sam looked at Dean very closely and remembered what Missouri told him.

When they were near motel, Sam turned to Dean and said.

"You know, I don't hate you, Dean."

Car stopped.

'Whatever' Dean said quietly and headed to the motel room.

Sam frowned.

These Dean's 'whatever' was making him shiver now.

It's like Dean given up already.

Now Sam prayed, that it won't be too late.