We got into the car, and I took my pad of paper with me. It was coming in handy, since I couldn't vocalize my thoughts. I started to stare out the window, and lemme tell you, the moment you couldn't talk gave you a lot of time to think. It was almost too much time. My mind kept wandering back to Sam, and how he had no clue I was dying. I wondered if Sam was happy where he was, and if college was as great as all those stupid movies made it out to be with all the sex and booze. I doubted Sam was into that. That would be Dean…

I looked over at my father as the car shuddered to a stop almost an hour later. "C'mon" he said without a second glance, and got out of the truck. "Let's go"

I followed right behind, staying closer to Dean. Dean was in front of me, blocking my view of where we were headed. We went into a building that looked like medical offices. I was freaking out a little. My father didn't even take us to a doctor when we were sick! Why the heck were we going to one now? I tugged on Dean's sleeve after opening my mouth and remembering that I couldn't speak.

"What?" he asked. I just stared at him. He leaned over. "I don't know where we are either" he whispered. "Don't worry, no one's going to hurt you" He gave me a smile, and then nearly ran into my father as he stopped.

He knocked twice. "Harry, you in there?"

"Yeah" a voice called. "Gimme a sec" I heard rummaging, and then the door opened slightly, still connect to the frame by a chain. "How you doin' John?" the man asked. His hair was a mess, and he sort of looked like he was a crazy scientist or something.

"Fine" He said gruffly, pulling me forward away from the safety of Dean. It wasn't that I didn't trust my dad, I did with everything I had, I just wasn't sure of this guy. "This is my daughter, who I was telling you about"

"Hmm" he hummed, and opened the door all the way. "Only one of you two can be there" he said, as my father and Dean started inside. My father looked to Dean, and Dean automatically fell back. I took a deep breath, and went on inside with only my dad.

The wacky guy made me sit down on an exam table. "Here" he said, handing me a glass of water. I stared at it for a second. "It's just water, I promise" he smiled. I took a small sip. "So she can't speak?" he asked my father.

"Yeah" he said. "She drank something hoodoo thing a psychic gave her and then she went mute"

"Well, then let's look" he said, and tipped my head back. I opened my mouth, and he peered in. "This might be uncomfortable" he said slowly, and then put a small tube in. I choked slightly, but he was already done by the time my gag reflex kicked in. "Huh" he said, frowning.

"What?" my father asked. I looked up worriedly. What the heck did huh mean? Was that a good thing or not?

"The larynx, or uh, voice box?" he said, letting go of me. "It's not really there"

"How can it just not be there?" my father asked worriedly. "It wasn't just cursed off or something"

"Well it's still in her neck, but…" he trailed off. "Okay, the larynx works by a series of small folds that vibrate when air passes through. That produces the sound. Her folds are just not there, so air isn't passing through and making noise"

"So how do we get them back?" my father asked.

I blinked away the dizziness I suddenly felt. It was like my head was spinning in circles. Everything was a little blurry. I would have groaned, but I couldn't make any noises. I lay back so I wouldn't fall.

"John I'm not sure if we can" the doctor said. "This is a powerful curse and without knowing the parameters, I don't think I can break it"

"I don't think you get it, Harry" my father said, using his I-am-extremely-mad voice. "If we don't break this curse, she's going to die"

My head was now pounding, and I thought I was going to vomit. I rolled over, and could feel myself falling. I hit the ground with a thud. "Oh geez" Harry said, trying to help me up.

My father came over and lifted me straight. I was still reeling, nearly falling over again. "What's wrong with her?" he demanded. I made a motion that I wanted to write, and my dad pulled out some paper and a pen. I leaned on the table and then wrote my message.

Dizzy. Sick. Don't know why.

"Are you going to puke?" he asked, holding me steady. I shook my head. "Harry, can you help me?" They both lifted me back on the table. My father started to pace. "It's getting worse" he sighed "We have to find that psychic lady"

"If it's any help, I really doubt she was a psychic. She was more than likely a witch" Harry said "I'm sorry I couldn't be more help"

"Thanks anyway, Harry" my father said, getting me to my feet. We walked out, and Dean was immediately on our case.

"What happened in there?" he asked.

"Her voice box is gone" my father replied. "Damn witch went and cursed it off"

"Cursed it off?" Dean asked, looking at me. I gave him a weak smile. "What does that mean?"

"Means we have to find this lady before things take a turn for the worse" my father replied. "I want you two to head back to our motel and I'm going out to check around town. Keep each other safe"

"Yes, sir" Dean said, putting a hand on my shoulder. I just nodded in response.

"Good" my father said, and disappeared into the truck while Dean and I headed to the Impala. I sat down in the front seat, and leaned back. I really didn't want to die. I was terrified, and all I wanted was to talk to Dean about it, but I couldn't. This was so frustrating.

"Well" Dean said, as we drove down the highway for the second time. "This is boring" He sighed and smiled. He turned on the radio, and Metallica came on. He gave me a stupid grin and started singing along. I just rolled my eyes, and went to looking out the window.

I felt a queasy feeling in my stomach, and frowned. This didn't feel right. I looked to Dean, and pointed to my mouth. "What?" he asked. "Thirsty?"

I shook my head no, and he stared at me for a second. "Oh" he said. "Oh" He immediately swerved to the side of the road. I hopped out and emptied my stomach. I heaved and he rubbed circles on my back. Once I was better, he handed me water and I rinsed my mouth out. "Geez, Lex" he laughed. "I didn't think my singing was that bad"

I shot him a look, and wrote on my paper.

It is that bad

I smiled. "Well" he said, as I got back in the car. "Glad to see you haven't lost your sense of humor"

I shrugged. Its worse I wrote, and looked up worriedly.

Dean read it and then looked up. "Let's just focus on getting back to the motel, okay?" he said. "Without ruining my car please"

I slowly nodded, but on the inside I was screaming. What were we going to do?