AN/ … Hey… sorry I'm really sorry its been nearly a month since I'm updated. I'm really sorry. I took Chem B Bio A this summer… no time but studying. Hopefully I pulled off with a decent grade. I'm really sorry it took so long. The reviews you left to the last chapter were all wonderful thank you so much. Well I won't bore you so here's the next chapter :)

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John was distraught for the better part of an hour before he was able to finally stop the tears from coursing down his face. He wiped at his eyes angrily for showing such a weak emotion. But as his eyes drifted back to his son, he felt the heart clenching fear that his son might never wake up. He didn't have much time to dwell on the subject as the door burst open, and a very annoyed psychic came bursting into the room, followed by a silent priest.

"You John Winchester cut it far too close. You'd think when it was your own SON'S in DANGER that you would drive a wee bit faster." Missouri launched straight off glaring harshly at the older man. "Don't look at me like that!" She snapped irritably turning away from the eldest Winchester to look at the little boy, she almost felt was her own. Her eyes drifted back to John and raised her eye brows at him. John, as a dutiful boy should, gave up his chair to the a lady who in turn promptly sat down sweeping locks of hair out of Sam's face.

John looked at his old friend, Father Jim "How long?" He asked, referring to the physic's annoyance, he could understand where it was coming from; it just wasn't very often that the woman go off on one of them. Jim shrugged his shoulders, before giving John a hug and a pat on the back. Which John didn't want to admit but needed a great deal.

"Take Dean to this address," Missouri handed Jim a piece of paper with out looking back at the men. "Its been prepared with a sturdy cage that nothing can get out of." She gave them a pointed look that made them forget about what ever doubt had been in there minds about this so called 'anything.' "He needs to be tied too boys. You won't do this on your own I know that much", here eyes spoke volumes compared to her blank face. "No John, now don't even think about it. Yes you have to tie him up. Stop it John, You will do it." She glared at the man in question shrunk away from the woman nodding his head, looking like a scolded child. The woman's eyes then snapped to Jim. "Get that look off your face! Go now! Get out of here!" She all but yelled swiveling in her chair looking at her boy again. She heard them go, and could sense their agitation with the situation and with herself. She couldn't help it. There was only so much a physic could take when someone she cared about this much was in such a dire state.

Missouri shook her head, a chill sweeping down her spine as she felt the pain that Sam was in. The pain wasn't physical, it was far worse, it was mental. That was the hardest to fix, or help fix. Though she was a physic she could not just snap her fingers or wiggle her nose and Sam would be fine. She could help to a certain extant, but Sam would have to choose to come back on his own. She could only hope that he was strong enough on his own. Slowly Missouri sent out her senses around her checking where the nurses were, they weren't coming in any time soon. Maybe an hour or so before they'd be here this gave her time.

Slowly Missouri placed one hand on Sam's forehead and the other on his chest and shut her eyes. This would be difficult for her, and even Sam. But she had to know what she was dealing with.

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Darkness.

Echo's of a life something that he couldn't feel.

Nothing passed through him, nothing could touch him.

He shirked away from Dean, he was there, coming at him. Gone. Dean was gone. Black nothingness.

His dad was there, not. Daddy didn't cry. Only when mommy died did he cry. No one cried.

Sammy cried. But got yelled at. Sammy was a bad boy.

Sammy was smacked and beaten. Sammy was a bad boy.

Soothing words, hate hate full words. All of them bad bad words. Nothing good.

Black. Everything black no light. No no no, horrible bad things.

Red eyes in the distance, sparkling as if on fire. Staring watching, waiting.

Pain his body was in pain. Hits fell down. Nothing was real.

Dean, was hurting him. Always hurting. Stop stop! Bad stop bad. Please stop. No they won't stop. Bad bad Sam is bad.

Nothing. Nothing nothing. Nothing was there. Nothing was there, blackness emptiness.

"Sammy." His name. No no one knew his name. "Sammy dearie wake up." No no no Sam was bad, Sammy was bad Sammy got hurt. No one loved bad. He was bad. Have to hide.

Darkness hide must hide. The dark have to hide in the darkness. Everywhere is dark. Where to hide? All is light in the darkness. No where to hide. Sit and wait. Corner. Where is it? Huddle in the corner. Wait for it. He will come. A belt in his hand, a mirror to expose the badness within.

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John hefted his eldest son out of the trunk of his truck. When had the boy gotten so heavy? It didn't matter. Jim picked up Dean's feet and helped his long time friend get through the door of an old two story house on the edge of town, far enough away that no one would hear anything that might, and would happen.

The two men worked silently. No words were needed, though neither of them wanted to speak. Neither knew what exactly went on, just that it seemed that Dean had done this to Sam. Which in itself was pretty out there, Dean had always been the protector. All his life he looked out for his little brother. Neither man could figure it out. There eyes traveled the room that they soon found themselves in. The house wasn't really a house, more as if it was a big garage the outside was for show. It seemed as if who ever had gotten the place ready for them had everything that they would need, and then some.

Once Dean was situated in the cage, both men though it a little weird to think that they were putting Dean in a cage. Then tied him up tightly, John winced as he knotted the rope tying his eldest son's to the back of the chair. He knew that any resistance would cause the rope to pull and to tighten. The more he resisted the more pain it would cause him. It was necessary that Dean was in no way able to get out of it.

Closing the door John looked at his friend. "No lock?" He asked stupidly, sleep, lack of sleep that was what he would blame that stupid comment on. Jim pointed to the ceiling. John followed his friend's finger, and was stunned. The ceiling was adored in something that well, just looked plain threatening and no doubt would keep Dean in place, seeing that it was inline directly to the cage that was bolted down into solid cement flooring. The Ceiling was something that neither man had seen before. But knew, instinctively that who ever Missouri had gotten to do this, was out of both of their leagues. With an unspoken agreement the men left the house to get back to the hospital to the boy that they both held dear in their hearts.

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Missouri Mosley fretted about the hospital room after having gotten away from Sam's mind. What had happened was much stronger then she had though it would be. This needed to be settled soon. She knew that the men would be back soon and want some answers, and frankly she just wasn't ready to give them up, she was still making sense to them. Yes the men dealt with the paranormal… but saying, I talked to your dead wife and was to be daughter in law, just didn't seem like it would go over well at all.

A small nurse came through the door, Missouri cursed herself for being so caught in thought that she hadn't noticed that someone was coming. "Hello." Missouri said stepping from behind the door; where she had been brooding. The small nurse jumped spinning on the her.

"Oh! Hello!" She squeaked out trying to calm herself. Missouri had to hold back a smirk to what the young lady was thinking. This young nurse was doing something against the rules with a doctor… Missouri logged that in her mind, just in case she needed some other leverage. Good or bad, Missouri like John, had no limits when it came to family, she would bend the rules as she pleased if it was to help one of her boys. "I'm just here to check up on Samuel-"

"Sam" Missouri interrupted distractedly shifting her eyes back to the unconscious boy. "He likes to be called Sam."

"Oh!" The nurse, who was becoming quite obnoxious jotted it down on his chart. "It's nothing much really that I need to do. Just check his vitals and such." She placed Sam's chart on the tab that was located on the foot of the bed and walked to the side of the bed and looked at the different monitors then checking the bag that was attached to the side of the bed which had urine in it. She tutted at this. "I think I might need to call doctor Ragsdale, there's some blood in his urine." The little nurse chided retreating from the room.

Missouri cursed and glanced at the bag. It was indeed tinted pink. She really didn't know much about it. But she knew that it wasn't a good thing, kidneys were a tricky business. "My poor boy." The physic whispered once again sitting down next to Sam. "What are we going to tell them hm?" Her mind went over what she had seen/felt though the connection that she had made. She knew that Sam had been hurt, but by who, it seemed questionable. From what she felt, it had been Dean, but that was fairly hard to imagine. Though she knew that Dean was capable of hurting the boy lying unconscious in front of her, but that was in the past that neither boy remembered much about it. Dean wouldn't ever intentionally hurt his little brother. Something had snapped, or had driven the Winchester boy to do this. What though? What had tripped the wire that set the train in motion? That was the question that needed to be solved. That's what had to be found out.

"Sammy, must everything be so difficult with you? Your not a teenager, you would think when you got older it would be easier." Missouri chided lightly to the young man who made no movement of hearing her. "It'll be easier when you wake up darling." She whispered as she heard the door open behind her.

John and Jim were silent as they walked through the hospital towards the youngest Winchesters room. Both men were thinking what there long time friend had been thinking about… what would have driven the protector… into the hunter of his own brother? Walking in the room the felt the tension first, the air felt heavy, used. They knew instantly that the minute that they had left to deal with Dean, that Missouri had done something to see what she could do… mind wise.

"Its going to be hard. But he'll make it. I'll make sure of it." Missouri said as the door shut quietly behind the men. She took a deep breath before continuing motioning to the open chairs in the room. "I'll tell you what I know." Her eyes lingered on John; she knew that he had been crying before they had gotten there. She knew that though he fought with his youngest son the most, he loved him none the less. The men did as they were told… considering both of their spirits, they toed the line when dealing with Missouri Mosley.

"John, there is no easy way to say this." Missouri cut to the point. "Mary and Jessica paid me a visit last night. I had a dream… a feeling of pain. Such pain that I nearly lost myself in it. They said that Sam was hurt. That he would die, that he would take his own life. Jessica gave me the address, and I called you John. You almost didn't make it. I can feel sometimes what others are thinking. And since it was so soon after the meeting.. I could feel there panic. You almost didn't make it John, Samuel almost died." Missouri said closing her eyes against the tears that threatened to fall. Neither man said a word waiting, hoping the woman would continue. "I don't know anything else. They didn't say what was happening. Just that he would die. I don't know fully what happened. I got the feeling... that something made Dean do this. I don't know what. And I don't know when. But… with a few hours of working with Sam, I think I'll be able to see some of that he's gone through in the past few days. Just a little, I will not be raiding his mind. Just a few peeks to see what were dealing with." The physic sighed looking at the boy lying on the bed.

"Mary?" John asked quietly his eyes downcast staring intently at the floor.

"Yes John." Missouri confirmed quietly keeping turned away from the man. It was easier on him when he didn't have an audience when he was dealing with his emotions. She knew, as strong as the man was, when it came to life and death for his son's… he had a problem. The family was each others biggest strength and its worst weakness. Put one against the other… the men would falter. Love never ran stronger then it did in the silent bond that was between the men.

"What do we do till then?" Jim asked, the unspoken question quietly folding his hands together and leaning against his knees toward Sam's bed. No one answered quickly none of them had a solid answer. The best that each of them could come up with was wait. Though that wasn't going to happen.

"Someone will have to keep watch over Dean." John said quietly swallowing hard. His mind flashing to the feral look that he had seen in his sons eyes. "Possession I reock'n… Dean would never attack me like he did when I opened the door" John let his sentence trail off. He hadn't told them what he had seen.. found. Missouri turned in her chair and Jim looked straight at him. John shifted in his chair shifting his eyes downwards once again.

"I talked to Missouri and rushed out of the room I was staying at and raced to where she had told me to go. I noticed the impala right away and went straight to the front of the room and slammed the door open." John's eyes drifted close as he retold the events that played against his eye lids to his friends. "The minute I opened it Dean was lunging at me with this just crazed and wild look in his eyes. Like a predator that was going to eat." The mans voice hitched painfully in his chest for a moment. "I shot him and went to Sammy called the paramedics and came here." He finished quickly looking at the floor intently.

Dr. Ragsdale walked through the door at the perfect time saving John from any harsh questions at that moment. "Hello, Mr. Winchester." He nodded to Missouri and Jim, who were at the ready.

"Hi." John's voice sounded particularly coarse. He was terrified what the doctor would say about his son.

"I just came to confirm what was found earlier." He walked around Sam's bed and looked at the bag which had rose a littler from where it had been before and was a darker shade of pink. "Your son might have some kidney damage. There is blood in his urine. Its nothing to worry about yet. So please do not be alarmed. We are going to be putting him up to antibiotics for that. The rest of his body is reacting well to the treatment. Everything is looking good; there is nothing to worry about. "Dr. Ragsdale paused at the looks that every one was giving him. "He's doing well. Though its only been a few hours. There already is progress. This will take time and effort. His body is more then capable to heal, his mind-"

"His mind is just fine." The physic snapped irritably her eyes drifting to the boy on the bed. This ended the conversation harshly leaving the three conscious men reeling from the ferocity in the woman's voice. Sensing that there was nothing else that he could say or do, Dr Ragsdale left the hospital room quietly and left the family alone to digest the information that he had given them.

AN/ So yes.. I'm out of summer school so I'll have the next chapter up as soon as I can! Please review and let me know if you still like it?