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The
brothers shared a long, tense, and silent gaze. Both felt
the
fear and despair filling the atmosphere around them. Dean
exhaled,
and brought his hand to his face in an attempt to wipe his
expression away. He was scared for his brother. Sam needed him to
be strong; he needed him to stay calm. 'Right, I
can do this. I have to be here for Sammy.' he
thought. With that, he continued to assist his brother.
By
now, Sam was trembling from both the sickness and fear. After
the last
dry heave, he repositioned himself back onto the
passenger seat of the
Impala. He drew in slow, deep breaths,
trying to regain some of his lost composure. More tears slipped from
his eyes, too fast for him to hide from Dean. The older brother
simply handed him another tissue, not dwelling on the fact that Sam
had fallen victim to the tears.
"We'll figure this out Sammy, you're going to be fine, kiddo" Dean spoke reassuringly and watched the expression on Sam's face.
He noticed that his words brought no comfort to the younger brother's pain and so continued to speak. He locked gazes with Sam and continued to watch for any flicker of emotion that would tell him that he was finally getting the message through.
"I
won't let anything happen to you. I promise. Come on,
let's get
you to New Orleans."
Nothing changed in Sam's anxious expression and Dean pulled out onto the road, with continuous glances in his younger brother's direction. Sam sat hunched in the passenger seat, with his head pressed against the window. His long hair covered his eyes and stuck to his face as sweat coated his skin.
"Hey, you need anything?" Dean asked softly. He was trying to watch the road and his brother at the same time. Sam replied only with a weak shake of his head. He then pulled his body into a curled position and clenched his stomach.
Dean frowned as he observed
his brother. He found it hard to see Sam
in such a bad
way and felt guilty for not stopping to allow the younger man
to rest until he felt better to travel.
Although his urges to stop at the next motel and allow Sam to rest were strong, he knew that it would be best to get Sam the help he needed in New Orleans. With that thought, he pushed his foot down harder on the gas pedal.
An hour and a half into their
journey, Sam had somehow managed to fall
asleep. Dean's eyes
focused on a gas station about half mile ahead. He
turned, looked
at his sleeping brother, and sighed. He decided that they
were
both overdo for a small break by now and Dean was
certain that he could use a good, strong coffee.
Sam stirred, but did not wake when the car stopped in the station parking lot. The older brother turned off the ignition and sat still for a few moments, watching Sam closely to see if he would awaken. When he didn't, he leaned in closer to Sam and placed a hand on the sleeping man's shoulder.
"Sammy? We've stopped for a bit, do you want anything?" Dean spoke softly.
Sam groaned as he woke from his uncomfortable slumber.
He felt the hand
on his shoulder as the words spoken went
unheard. He sat up and looked over at Dean. He pushed the
hair away from his face and watched his brother's expression of
concern grow.
"What did you say?" Sam asked as he tried to
get the other's attention. Dean
continued to stare at
Sam in disbelief.
"Hello!... Dean!... What?... What is it?" Sam shot, as he turned to observe himself in the side mirror of the car.
Although the
reflection wasn't clear, Sam could see what had distracted
his
brother. Strange blue/black lesions plagued his face and his
eyes had become a milky, bright yellow colour. A more apparent layer
of sweat now coated his skin and he gaped at Dean in alarm.
"Ok
look, don't panic." Dean swallowed hard and attempted
to calm the
situation that seemed to become more tense with
every passing second.
Sam turned toward the back of the
car and began searching amongst the
rubbish. Dean watched
as his younger brother pulled a crumpled cap from the floor
and placed it on his head.
"I'm going to the restroom." Sam spoke as he briskly went for the door handle.
"Whoa, wait! Are you ok? Do you need anything?" Dean asked in a stern, but subtle voice.
"Err…No …well, um...actually, water…and painkillers…strong ones." Sam paused as he spoke and clenched his stomach tighter. "My stomach!"
Before Dean could reply, Sam was out of the car and heading
toward the men's room next to the station. Dean sat motionless in
the car and contemplated
calling Celia. His concern for Sam had
grown in such a way that it made him
edgy and nervous.
"Keep it together." He muttered to himself as he ran his hands over his face and opened the door.
------------------------------------------
Dean
was back in the car, slowly sipping the hot coffee he had purchased
from the machine inside the station's store. After filling the
tank and
getting some food and supplies for himself and Sam, he
lifted his watch to check the time.
"Damn
it! Come on Sam." He moaned as he took another sip of his
coffee.
He cursed as the liquid scolded his lips. Another minute passed and
Dean sighed, got out of the car, and made his way to the
restroom.
Dean walked into the men's, immediately taking in the strange atmosphere.
"Sam?" He called out while searching for a light switch. Upon finding it, he flicked it on and made a confused gesture as he looked around the room for his brother.
"Sammy,
you in here?" He asked again, noticing the closed door on one of
the
three cubicles in the small room.
There was still no reply, Dean moved closer to the door and rested his back on the parting wall next to it. He shook his head and made another attempt to communicate with his brother.
"Sammy?
What the….Just answer will you! Look, I know all of this might be
kinda freaking you out. It's definitely giving me the creeps,
but we're
gonna sort it out ok?" Dean gritted his teeth
as he waited and heard no reply.
He turned and pushed against
the door. "I'm gonna break this door down,
Sam!"
He
was just about to apply more pressure when he heard the lock on
the
door release. It opened slowly to reveal Sam standing
very still with an empty
expression on his face. Dean stared into
his brother's eyes and felt uncomfortable in the feeling that
filled the room. Sam's eyes stared at Dean as though he wanted
to burn a hole straight through him. Dean shuddered as he felt the
stare of the, now inhuman, looking eyes belonging to his
brother.
"Fuck
Sam, quit that! You're really freaking me out!" Dean tore his eyes
away when he felt a cold chill shudder down his spine. He didn't
want to
admit it, but his brother was really scaring him.
Finally
Sam blinked and took a deep breath as he released a hidden
grin
that hadn't gone unnoticed by Dean.
"We should go, I'll meet you in the car." Dean added and walked away from Sam, trying not to make any eye contact.
Dean was relieved when he watched Sam comply. The younger man walked out of the room in silence, not looking back. A few seconds after Sam had left, Dean pulled out his mobile to call Celia.
'Come on, come on!'He thought, anxiously waiting for the phone on the other end to be picked up. There was a click and Dean breathed a tense sigh of relief when Celia's voice hummed a 'hello' in his ear.
"Celia! Thank god! Um right, you said I may be in danger…I hate to say this, but Sam is really freaking me out now...Well, at least I think its Sam." Dean bit his bottom lip as he waited for a response.
"Where are you, Dean?"
"Um, at a gas station. Sam's in the car." The tense man replied.
"Okay, try to act as normal as possible. You don't want him to know that you've caught on. He'll be too strong for you to fight... Here's what I want you to do…" Celia spoke softly and calmly as she attempted to reassure Dean, after sensing that he was very nervous about the whole situation with his brother.
Dean listened anxiously. "Okay. Thanks, Celia."
The older brother blew out a long breath as he hung up the phone. He was feeling a little better, but there was still a sense of edginess hanging over him. He walked out of the restroom and took a deep breath of fresh air. Knowing that Sam sat in the car, he walked straight back into the small store where he went straight to the counter.
"A pack of sleeping pills, please. Actually, make that two," Dean took out his wallet and pulled out one of the credit cards. "You take MasterCard?" He asked, offering the piece of plastic.
The young cashier smiled with a nod and handed the brown paper bag over to Dean. She took the card from his hand and proceeded with the transaction.
"Thanks"
He muttered, as he stuffed the bag in his pocket and walked out
of the store and to the car.
He entered the car and watched Sam gaze at him with no expression. Dean sat idly, thinking of how to get Sam out of the car long enough to hand him the sleeping pills without him noticing.
"Sam could you get the laptop? It's in the trunk." Dean asked, attempting to sound calm and normal.
"What? Why?" Sam finally spoke in a sharp, aggressive tone that confirmed Dean's fears and made him uneasy.
"There's something we need to check out before we
go. Now, are you gonna
get it?" Dean struggled to hide his
edginess.
Sam gave Dean a long, hard stare before opening the door and getting out. Dean immediately took out a packet of sleeping pills and placed three of the tablets in his hand. He reached into the back seat for the shopping bag he had bought earlier and took out the packet of painkillers. He stashed those in his pocket, grabbed the bottle of water he'd gotten for his brother, and settled back into the driver's seat as Sam got inside.
"We'll
take a small break. You should try eating or taking some
medicine…here, the painkillers you wanted." Dean held out one
hand
with the three white pills and held the bottle
of water in the other.
Sam didn't speak. He placed the laptop on the back seat and stared blankly at the pills, then at Dean, who didn't flinch.
"Err, you asked for them before you left for the men's room. A thanks would be nice." Dean spoke, sarcastically in an attempt to ease the tension in the car.
Without
taking his eyes off of Dean, Sam took the pills and placed them
in
his mouth. He then snatched the bottle of water from Dean's
other hand and
took a big gulp. Once satisfied that Sam had
swallowed the pills, Dean retrieved the laptop from the back
seat.
----------------------------------------------------
Although
Dean hated the fact that he had just drugged his brother, he
felt
a sense of relief when he turned to where the medicine had just
taken effect. Sam had been asleep for almost ten minutes. Slowly,
Dean got out of the car and walked behind it to the trunk.
He took out two sets hand cuffs that he had borrowed from a
lady friend police officer on one occasion and got back into the
car.
Dean
smirked as he remembered the night that he had acquired them,
but the
thought hadn't lasted long. He heard Sam stir
in the seat next to him and pulled his focus back to the situation at
hand. He quickly proceeded to cuff his brother so that not only his
hands were disabled, but also his left leg, which he cuffed to his
seat.
"Sorry little bro." Dean spoke. He placed the keys into his pocket and turned the key in the car ignition.
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