"Show it to me!" Bobby announced as he entered the room. He was carrying an old book, which House looked at sideways thinking nothing of it.
"What do we think?" this time Cameron spoke.
"I'm thinking that this spell might just break whatever it is that's taken over Sam's cut," he said in an unsure kind of voice, "if that doesn't work, then we'll have to take him out to where it happened, and well, I'll explain the rest if the time comes."
"Bobby, you know I don't like it when you mess with my head like this!" Sam joked weakly
"You just lie down still and relax for me for a bit will you!" Bobby replied almost alarmed that Sam was taking this so lightly, then he looked at the writing on his IV bags and grinned, Sam was doped up on morphine to be too serious.
"Ok, I think I can handle that" came Sam's weak voice.
"Bobby, right?" House asked.
"Yeah," Bobby said holding out his hand.
House ignored it "This isn't gonna affect any of the rest of the place is it? Cos you know, it's not like we're in a building full of sick and dying people" House said half heartedly
"No, it'll only affect those in the room, those who are directly involved with the case, like you and, umm, what's your name again?"
"Dr. Cameron"
"Oh, yeah right"
"Come on, just get on with it Bobby!" said Dean, clearly anxious to see if it would work.
"Ok, forgive me if it's a bit hard to understand, but so long as I get it all right we'll be ok." Bobby said "maak thy besnoeiing, op thy borst, zo snel helen aangezien thy kan maken. Wij hebben thee, het leven in onze ogen, goed en op thy voeten nodig, zodat kunt u ons in de slagen van het leven helpen."
Nothing happened, and Dean looked at Bobby, then back at Sam, who was lying unconscious on the bed.
Everyone sank back into their seats, disappointed at the outcome.
All of a sudden Sam's limp body rose at least 3 feet off the bed he was lying in.
House and Cameron jumped out of their seats an ran simultaneously to the door, stopping when they reached it to watch what was happening.
Sam hung in mid air for a few seconds, and even Dean was in awe, as his little brother levitated from what seemed invisible cables coming down from the ceiling.
A purple trail began to form, beginning at Sam's chest. It crept upwards, and kept going until it reached the roof, where a hole appeared sucking the purple gas out of the room.
Sam hit the bed hard and woke up.
"What the hell happened?" he asked, still weak.
"Bobby helped you." Dean said simply, knowing that his brother would understand.
A week and a half later, Sam was discharged from hospital.
He told Dean that it was a stupid idea to go to that hospital in the first place, but, of course, Dean would have none of this, saying that he was only going to take Sam to see the best people he'd heard of.
They never actually resolved the issue. The boys were too busy with their day to day lives, well, that was the only thing they had to keep them busy, so I guess it was back to normal.
