CHAPTERS NINE

Symptoms

"Dammit Sam we have nothin' to go on!" Dean said as he paced the floor. Him and Sam had been researching for hours, and came up with nothing very useful. "I don't feel right just sitting here while that poor girl is probably out there fighting for her freakin' life! I need to do…something!"

"Dean, calm down. I'm frustrated too, but there's nothing we can do." Dean glanced at Sam. "To protect her that is. Look all we can do is—"

Dean had been looking at a very old, dusty, and disintegrating book with those narrow, anxious swirls of dull green eyes. They had lost their luminous color. He had no interest in the book he had lost faith in its context, until something caught his eye.

"Hey, what's this?" His said quietly thinking that it might not be real. That perhaps due to the exhaustion he was seeing things, but as Sam read aloud the realization pounded into him.

Sam read while looking over Dean's shoulder, "If the victim is somehow scratched, or bitten by the Zegaon however is NOT killed, the Zegaon's venom will slowly kill the victim. The victim will experience chest pains, coughing blood, uncontrollable shaking, cold chills, hot flashes, and it will disintegrate their heart."

Sam and Dean both felt a cold chill shoot up their spine. Sam rested on the messy motel bed as Dean leaned against a chair near the window. The room remained silent both of the boys couldn't contemplate this fact. Neither one of them moved or talked for so long that the room looked like a troubled picture.

Sam cleared his throat, Dean jerked as if someone woke him from a nightmare. He'd been in a silent trance thinking of this horrible life, this horrible world, of all the evil in the world and how bad he wished it gone.

Sam couldn't believe what he'd just read. This poor girl had to experience all these symptoms if we don't stop it. But we don't know how. We might as well die ourselves if we can't save her we're just as bad as the demon if she dies. He thought.

But the boys needed to stop feeling sorry for themselves, for Lexee, and get on to saving her.

"Dean…"

"Sam…don't. Just, don't." Dean slowly rose up and walked over to the door. He grabbed his keys and jacket as he forced words out of his throat."I'm going out…for a walk."

Sam suddenly stood up. "But what about our research?"

Dean was standing in the doorway, "There's no use Sam." Sam took a step towards him, but he was out the door.

"There's got be something." Sam said to himself.

He walked over the chair Dean sat in, and began to consider all the possible incomes and outcomes to different plans. None worked or somehow someone died, somehow. After twenty minutes or so of him thinking and considering, he remembered that day. One particular day indeed, it was the day I died. He thought. He'd done something very important that day. He'd sent a vision to Dean, someone with no supernatural powers.

If he could do it then, he could do it now. Sam took a deep breath, concentrated on Lexee, and suddenly his brain waves began to interact with hers. Images of her attack began to fill his mind. The demon. Him and Dean. And her, alone. He could feel the pain she was feeling, he hated doing this, but he knew it was for the best. Then they stopped, it was over. The intense pain knocked Sam off the chair and onto the dirty carpeted floor. He passed out.

The door slowly opened and Dean walked in from a starry night. He turned towards the table and began to lay his jacket and keys down. He glanced at the floor to see Sam lying there, looking vulnerable.

"Sam?" Dean whispered under his breath. He ran over to Sam, his body was limp. "Sam, Sammy?" He lightly began to shake him.

"Stop, Dean, stop my head hurts." He moaned.

"You scared me!" Dean bear hugged his little brother, and pulled away. "What happened, was it the demon?" He began checking his little brother for any sign of blood.

"No." Sam began to get up. Dean had to help. "I…I sent a premonition or chain of images to Lexee, thinking that this could help all three of us. So far all its done is caused me an enormous amount of pain." Sam said nervously.

Dean paused as confused, anxious, yet angry expressions ran across his face. "You, you did what?" He questioned as he crossed his arms.

"I know how it sounds but I got to thinkin' I sent you one once, so why not Lexee?" Dean's eyes found the floor as his face fell with horrible memories.

Dean contemplated this. "But you told me that you used a receipt to do it. We have nothing of Lexee's, so how…" He trailed off not wanting to finish.

"Not sure, I guess I'm getting stronger? I just thought about her, so I guess that was good enough," said Sam with a little bit of pride until he saw his brother's face.

"Yeah, I guess." Dean said under his breath.

Sam tilted his head at Dean. He knew his brother had second thoughts about him and his powers. But he also knew that his brother could trust him just like he trusts Dean.

Sam blew off Dean's remark. "I sent her just a few images about us and the demon—Ah!" Sam dropped to his knees and grabbed his head. "My head! These headaches won't go away…" Dean grabbed Sam off the floor.

"Here," He placed him on the motel bed. Sam curled into the fetal position holding his head. "I'll go buy some aspirin." Dean began to walk away.

Suddenly strange images of a hospital began to fill Sam's head. The white walls of the hallways were blinding, and the sanitary smell burned his nostrils. He saw a medical doctor talking to a nurse. Then he heard her name, along with asylum.

Sam pulled out of the vision with a throbbing migraine.

"Dean," His voice was quiet, "she's at the hospital. They're going to take to an asylum. We have to save her."

"Yeah I'd except something like that from doctors." He said under his breath. "Alright, which one?"

"I don't know which asylum!" Raising his voice just a little caused his head to hurt, his face twisted in pain.

"No idiot, which hospital?" Dean shook his head as he glanced at the ceiling. Sometimes he felt that he might even be smarter than his brother, sometimes.

Sam threw his arm up in the air. "I don't know there are three in town. Try all of them. On your way out turn the light off."

"Yes princess." Dean smiled to himself.

"Jerk." Sam grumbled.

"Bitch." Dean said with his crooked smile and a little bit of light returning to his green eyes.