An Aussie Supernatural Experience

Sequel to An Australian Supernatural Christmas.

Disclaimer: Hmm the usual applies I guess, everything that is not out of my fetid imagination belongs to Kripke and crew. Including Sam and Dean. Although, they still need customs clearance to get out of Australia! Hehehe.

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CHAPTER 7

Dean sat watching Sam sleep next to him, a cloud of confusion hung over him heavily. Why was he sleeping in the same bed with Sam? Stiffly he turned to look at the other bed and found Becky lying on it fast asleep. Okay so that answers that question.

Silently Dean was out of the bed and staggering slightly made it to the bathroom without hassle. Sighing deeply he stared at the stranger's face staring back at him in the mirror. The face looked gaunt, to the point of looking like death warmed up, his eyes red-rimmed, and bloodshot had a dull sheen in them making them look almost black in colour. He ran a shaking hand through his hair and tried to straighten his aching body. He listened for a moment for any signs of life coming from the other room before he turned the shower on as hard as it could go and slipped under the scalding hot water. Relishing the feel of the water on his bare skin Dean leant against the tiles and let the hot fluid cascade down his neck and back. A soft sigh escaped from deep in his throat as the shower washed away the grime and guilt building up in his soul. His thoughts erratic and vicious assailed him violently as he finally let his body to relax.

Images flared in his mind, forcing him to watch the heinous actions of Annette not knowing where they came from Dean felt imprisoned in his own mind. His knees buckled under him and he collapsed hitting his head on the taps as he fell. But he felt nothing, heard, and saw nothing externally. The vision clawed at him, forcing him to relive each moment with Sam.

'C-c-could I get something to drink?' Sam rasped out, Dean stood next to him and ran an invisible hand over Sam's face, furiously Dean swung around and glared at the woman responsible for Sam's pain.

'Some water?' Annette picked a glass up and carried it over to him, 'just a sip.' She held his head up, opened his mouth, and dribbled some water into it coughing Sam started choking on the bittered fluid.

'W-what is th-that?'

'Water and a little something to relax you.' Annette smiled as she laid his head back on the mattress removing the pillows.

'N-n-no please.' Sam felt a growing feeling in his stomach, churning into the numbness of his muscles.

Dean turned his attention back to Sam there has to be some way of communicating with his younger brother. A way to let him know that he was there. Then the realisation hit Dean. He wasn't there. This had already happened and someone was giving him a blow by blow replay in full technicolour.

'I am so sorry that it has to come to this but I can't give Elizabeth up Sam, and well it's not as if you and your brother are going to be missed.' Annette shrugged, 'I have assisted patients to die before, and I have covered for other doctor's mistakes and have silenced patients ... permanently.' Annette said lifting Sam's head; she poured some more of the medicated water down his throat ignoring the pleading look in his expressive eyes. 'You have no idea do you, just what an important part you will be playing in the future Sam? My getting Elizabeth back is only a small piece of the puzzle. She was not supposed to have died when she did. Father knows what he is doing.'

Dean listened to the woman ranting to his semi-conscious brother. She had a fanatical look on her face, her eyes shining with something more than just fanaticism though; it was something a lot deeper than that.

'N-n-no Ann-Annette ... wr-wr-wrong.' Sam's strained voice startled Dean bringing his attention back to his baby brother. Completely helpless Sam laid on the bed surrounded by black candles; Annette placed a vial of the poisoned water on the altar next to the glass with the blood, hair, and tear mixture.

Annette turned her back to Sam and started to chant in Latin and then she dropped her face and pressed her forehead to the bench. 'What the fuck do you think you're doing to my brother?' Dean snarled forgetting everything he launched himself at Annette but instead of knocking her away from Sam he passed right through her instead.

Annette turned and faced Sam again, her eyes dull discs of black devoid of any other colour, slowly she stepped towards Sam, who lay so still trying not to panic knowing that he would start choking if he did?

'Alla, alla, impre, Saluca, Papa.' She chanted holding her hands over Sam's stomach, the long cut opening once again. The stiches disappearing as she waved her hand. A hiss of sudden pain passed through his lips as the skin parted and exposed his internal organs.

Dean stared hard at the woman as she recited the words, a cold chill ran down his spine as he committed the words to memory for some strange reason he was sure that he would need to know them very soon.

'Alla, alla, impre, Saluca, Mama,' Annette continued now completely engrossed in the ritual.

Sam's struggle to live tore Dean's attention away from the doctor, he watched as Sam thrashed about trying to cope with the unholy assault on his body. A hoarse scream as loud as a whimper came from Sam's throat.

Annette stared down at him for a brief second a flicker of pity shone in her eyes and then it was gone, dispassionately she ran her fingers down the length of his torso, 'don't go anywhere Sam,' she said with a small sigh of lust lurking deep in her throat.

'Get your hands off my brother Bitch!' Dean snarled, 'damn it Sammy I don't know what to do to help you.'

Sam blinked at her trying to make sense of what was happening to him, Annette left him alone as she went to retrieve a few more things from her car. Fighting the all encompassing lethargy and paralysis Sam managed to roll onto his left side, moving with the momentum he rolled to the floor landing with a soft thud.

'Sam what the fuck?' Dean stared in horror as he watched Sam tumble to the floor, as his anger built into a full on rage.

'Sam?' she called carrying a sacramental dagger, 'now Sam what are you trying to do?'

Dean lifted his face up slowly, letting his arms raise seemingly on their own volition. His eyes filled with obsidian discs as he turned his rage onto Annette.

She moved towards the beds, and then suddenly she stopped and felt a cold wind fill the room making her shiver uncontrollably. Her neck snapped shooting her head upwards, her arms flung out to her sides as she levitated into the air, gasping for air she flailed about terrified, this was not supposed to be happening. Her mouth dropped open and a look of sheer terror filled her face. As quickly as the wind picked up, it stopped and Annette fell lifelessly to the floor, her unseeing eyes wide and glassy.

'Dean, Dean please wake up, come on you're too heavy for me to lift.' Becky said trying to rouse the catatonic man lying on the floor of the shower.

After hearing Dean crash to the floor, Becky burst into the bathroom and took in the scene before Sam could react. Her eyes ran appreciatively down Dean's naked body, his muscular legs, and 'washboard abs', taking in the assorted bruises and wounds littering his body adding to the already impressive number of scars he had sustained.

Turning the taps off she reached over and grabbed a towel, reluctantly draping it over his hips and groin.

'Dean, please if you don't wake up soon Sam will be in here looking for you,' Becky said trying to rouse him once again. Dean blinked and ran the tip of his tongue along his dry lips he tried to focus on Becky's face.

'Where, where am I?' Dean mumbled confused, 'ah what did we do?'

'Nothing ... nothing Dean you collapsed during your shower.' Becky said with a blush staining her cheeks prettily. 'Can you get up?'

'Huh? Oh yeah,' Dean frowned at trying to get up with some dignity but in the end he had to accept a helping hand from Becky while he tried to keep the towel in place. Dizzily he swayed and felt his stomach to a series of flip-flops, 'ah thanks Becky but ah I can take it from here.'

'You sure?'

'Yeah thanks can you go and check Sammy for me please?'

'No probs at all, call me if you need anything okay?' Becky said her smile deepening a little as her eyes lightened and filled with a caring warmth.

'Just ... nah go help Sammy thanks Becky.' Dean grinned wanly waiting for Becky to leave he grabbed the packet of painkillers from their first aid kit and swallowed them quickly. Closing his eyes for a second he rubbed the back of his head and took a few deep breathes; gradually he opened his eyes and stood up, the headache now a dull ache behind his eyes. The vision, however, was still very raw and immediate in his mind.

Staggering slightly Dean rested his hand on the door handle before he took a deep cleansing breath and stepped into the main room expecting a verbal assault by his brother.

Sam and Becky sat on the bed talking softly, her arm was around Sam's shoulders and he looked more than upset. 'What the fuck is going on here?' Dean demanded angrily, taking in the unshed tears darkening Sam's eyes and the pallor of his skin.

'Dean ...'

'I just told Sam about what happened to us and how we met.' Becky said softly cutting into Sam's disjointed words.

'Dean I made her tell me.' Sam interjected when he saw Dean building up to launch into a tirade of abuse at her. 'Honestly it's not Becky's fault, I bullied her.'

'Sammy!' Dean refused to give up his temper not just yet.

'Maybe I should get going, I mean both of you are ...' Becky swayed and frowned, she lifted a finger to her nose and felt the warm droplets of blood forming, her eyes widened and all colour drained from her face as she fainted, collapsing onto Sam.

'Becky?' Dean asked as he hurried to lift her gently off Sam and over onto the other bed. 'Becky hey come on I wasn't that mad.' He tried to ease the tension as he spoke, Sam lay quietly watching his brother trying to rouse Becky. His thoughts tumbling together in one large mash. The demon was definitely here in Australia, so far from home and he's here. Annette works for him, she tried to sacrifice him to the bastard. He kidnapped Dean and tortured him, and others including Becky. All because of Sam and that yellow-eyed bastard.

'Sammy, I ah have to ah talk to you about something.' Dean said determined to tell Sam about his own version of a vision - or whatever it was - before Becky regained consciousness.

'What is it Dean?' Sam asked hesitantly, a feeling of dread washed through him leaving a chill playing on his spine.

'Sammy ... you okay?'

'Yeah, just cold that's all.' Sam smiled pulling his blanket higher, 'so what's up?'

'I ah had something strange happen to me...'

'Dude I ...'

'Sammy hey that's usually something I would think for you.' Dean laughed softly relieving the tension a little. I got ah, really bad headaches before ...'

'Yeah I know that.' An eloquent look from Dean silenced Sam and he waited for his big brother to continue.

'I ah felt pretty crappy when I woke up so I ... I went to have a shower.' Dean stood up and ran his fingers through his still damp short hair, 'fuck it Sammy I had something happen like a vision or some creepy-assed thing and well...it's freaking me out dude.'

'What did you see?' Sam asked his voice low and even.

'Here, you and Annette ... she doped you with something to make you unable to move but stay conscious. She had you naked and surrounded by black candles, she was doing a sacrifice.'

'Oh my God Dean!'

'she had to leave the room and you tumbled off the bed trying to stop her...'

'Yeah I know I was there.' Sam said with a slight grin that looked more like a grimace.

'Sam?'

'Dude you saw everything that happened in here didn't you?' Sam asked quietly.

TBC