Are You Sammy ?

Chapter 11 - In Sickness And In Health

Then...

"We boxed up all that bad energy, son. Its lock up in here temporally." Bobby chimed in and softly flicked the side of Sam's head to back up his point. "No more nasty for a while and when it does want to come out and play, we will have a solution to get ride of all that bad stuff in you. "

"I heard him" Sam mumbled into the cloth of his father's flannel shirt. "I heard Mr. Forester's voice in my head, Dad. He can get into my head!" He was becoming aggitated. It scared the crap out of him that his fake demon Father could do that to him, it wasn't right.

"Sammy calm down." Now Dean was talking. Everyone was trying to comfort him. "We will fix this... I promise."

"Okay." Sam sniffed and pulled out of his father's embrace and onto an unsuspecting Dean. Sam felt safest in Dean's arms. Dean was unresponsive at first but he came around and put his arms around him. Sam closed his eyes and refused to open them again. He needed sleep and he was sure that Dean was more than capable of lifting him up and putting him into bed.

Now...

Sam was quite the rest of the night and barely slept a wink after he woke up on his own bed without Dean. His mind was so mixed up with fear and anxiety that he couldn't even think of falling asleep. He constantly rolled from side to side in the hopes of finding some comfort but he never found it. He was stuck in a repitition of roll, sigh, roll, sigh and it sucked.

Don't worry, Sammy. You still have me to talk too.

The voice of the demon weaved through his mind, he hadn't been locked in the box. Sam wished he could have been.

You think that now... But you'll realize I'm only trying to help.

Sam sniggered. The demon thought he was helping him by annoying him in his own head? Was he really that diluded, all he wanted was some peace and he couldn't even find that in his own mind.

You need me, Samuel. I can help you with your gifts. They shouldn't be locked away! They should be embraced and put into practice. You are worth more than this, you could be a great leader... A king! Yet you stay with this filth?

His family were not filth. They were his protectors and his companions. They kept him safe and loved him. They didn't hurt him or pump him full of demon blood to make him an unhuman freak.

You already had this in you. I just brought out your full potential. You wouldn't have been able to cope with your destiny if I hadn't intervened. You should be dead. I gave you a fighting chance because I knew you were special, there are no other hybrids in existance. You are the first and last. Your gifts enabled you to change, your gifts needed the change to develop.

Sam rolled over once more and landed on the floor in a pile. This was going to be a long night.

...

Next morning was the same as the previous night. Sam had closed back up on himself, picking away at his Macdonald's pancake and syrup breakfast in complete silence. Dean didn't like it, not one bit. He had worked on building a relationship with the kid and he couldn't bare to see it crumble and he couldn't stand to see his younger sibling in such a state. Dean was going to look after Sam. He was going to watch over him and protect him even if Sam hated him for it.

John and Bobby had noticed too. They saw how Sam averted his eyes when either of the three men looked at him. Bobby had placed a comforting hand on the younger boy's shoulder and Sam had jumped up from his seat and looked at Bobby like he had transformed into a Thunder Cat.

When John had suggested moving on, and everyone had agreed, Sam had pushed all his clothes into his duffel without the usual folding, Dean had simply watch in amazement. Sam had a kind of OCD when it came to that kind of thing but now he just didn't seem to care.

Dean packed just as quickly and dumped his duffel in the back of the impala along with Sam's which was sitting next to the back right Tyre. Dean joined Sam in the back of the car and waited for their Father and Uncle to join them. It took a little more time than the two expected but when they finally got into the front seats an awkward journey began.

John had put AC/DC on and blasted it up high, loosing himself in the road. Bobby was too busy research god knows what. Dean settled his gaze on Sam and got himself comfortable.

It wasn't too long until, "Stop looking at me, Dean." Sam said half an hour into the car journey, his voice low and angry.

"What makes you think I'm looking at you? I could be looking out your window."

"I'm not stupid, man. I've been watching you out of the corner of my eye. And you just said could be looking out my window, that gave it away. Now quit it."

"Why?" Dean challenged defiantly.

"Why? Would you like me to go into detail? Maybe spell it out for you? Like I need to constantly spell my name?" Sam had turned to face Dean, raising his voice. He looked like the mirror image of their Dad when he got going. Sam still had the baby face but his eyes were too old for him.

"Why are you acting like this, Sammy."

" Oh my god! Its Sam, Okay!?"

"No, its Sammy. Sammy my kid brother. Sammy the pain in my ass. Sammy the little shit keeps avoiding my question!" Dean was starting to loose it, he needed to stop himself from smacking Sam across the back of the head.

"You're a jerk."

"Answer the damn question, little brother." Dean growled back at Sam.

"N-O."

Dean slid closer to Sam unbuckling his seat belt and letting it fall off his lap. John sent a shifty glance back over his shoulder but kept his mouth shut. He wanted his boys to work through their issues on their own.

"You stupid little son-of-a-bitch, do you hear yourself right now? I need you to talk to me, man. I'm trying you help your stubborn ass! Your my little brother and I love you, I do. But when you act like this I seriously wanna kick your ass." Dean breathed and calmed himself slightly. But not fully, "Do you know what it was like for us last night? We hate seeing this happening to you. We want you to have a semi-normal life. And I promise you we are trying to stop these... Changes and I am going to do everything in my power to save you. I swear. So, boo-hoo to you, you feel bad. You'll get over it and suck it up because we can't help you if you can't help yourself. You need to be strong and stop being a little moaning bitch."

Sam's eyes had widened and the cold look had gone. He had his puppy dog gaze back and those orbs were full of salty tears.

"I'm sorry... Again." Sam whispered and fought the tears that dripped down his cheeks making them rosy. His nose turning a delicate pink.

"God, your such a girl." Dean laughed and punched his kid brothers shoulder, before sliding back over to his seat and buckling back up. "Now, I want you to sleep you look like death warmed over."

"Gee, thanks."

"No talking. Sleep."

"Aye, Aye captain." Sam mocked and placed his cheek on the cool glass window, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

"You did good, son." John praised.

"Thanks Dad." Dean said before following his brother into the darkness of sleep.

...

Howard Inn

The Following Day ...

"Stop cheating ya big Jerk!" Sam yelled playfully and smacked his remaining cards down on the rickety old table. It creaked with the impact.

"No cheating here young Padowaan. You just suck."

Sam rolled his eyes and pushed his chair back, he was a bad loser. Then again so was Dean, but Dean rarely lost a game so that side of him rarely reared its ugly head.

"I've lost interest, now." Sam remarked and stuck his tongue out.

"God, Childish much?" Dean said then stuck his own tongue out back. It made Sam laugh, so it was worth it. "Got anything else in mind? Maybe snakes and ladders, that's a cute little game for you. After all Poker is a man's game."

Sam punched Dean in the shoulder in irritation. "How about some TV? Just until Dad and Uncle Bobby get back. That man can always find a hunt Can't he?" Sam blurted referring to their Dad.

"I think this was Uncle Bobby's doing."

The brother's laughed and turned the television onto the only sport's channel the Inn provided. Soccer Saturday was good enough to keep there attention. In fact it allowed the brother's to bond in the usual manly way. Arguing with each other over scores, eating chips and on occasion throwing them at each other. Sam wouldn't stop talking after the game had finished. So much so that Dean was forced to turn off the television to concentrate on his little brother's voice. As the time passed, Sam's mouth slowed and his skin became pale.

"Hey, Sammy you feeling okay?" For the second time in two days, Dean was concerned.

"Dean, I'm not feeling well."

...

Dean wrapped his little brother in the spare motel room sheet gently, the younger boy was shaking and his skin had turned practically translucent. He had developed a cold sweat and to tell the truth looked worse than death...again.

Dean raised Sam from the couch and placed him between the cover's of his bed, propping his head up with a pillow. Dad and Bobby were literally minutes away from getting back from the hunt and for that, Dean was glad. He needed their help. He just hoped that they wouldn't be late. Every so often Dean would check on Sam, Placing a cool cloth on his head. When black veins had began to develop around the lid's of Sam's eyes, Dean checked the rest of his body. The only other place the veins had developed were from his fingernail beds and around the tips of his finger's. Even as Dean watched he could see them becoming larger and more prominent. The veins slowly crawled forward across his skin, over his face and up his arms.

This wasn't a regular illness. This had something to do with the Demon Blood dosage or the incantation they had attempted to stop the progression of said Demon Blood. Whichever it was, it was making Sam very sick. Dean sat down next to Sam and pulled the sweat soaked bangs from his eyes.

"De'n." Sam mumbled, his eyes barely open. But through the little gap, solid black eyes were noticeable. This was new.

"Hey there, Sammy. You gonna stay awake for me? You'll want to see Dad and Uncle Bobby when they come back won't you?" Dean tried patting Sam's hand. "Just keep those lady killer eyes open, okay?"

"Can't." Sam moaned as his stomach rolled. "Wht's wr'ng with me?"

"Just a bit of a fever, Buddy." Dean lied. "Some over night bed rest and you'll be right as rain."

Dean couldn't bare to worry Sam anymore. He had had enough to put up with over the past couple of days, that he was actually unsure what more bad news would do to him.

When three very loud knocks echoed through the room, Dean shot from the bed to the peep hole in the front door. It was Bobby and their Dad, looking worn out and gruff faced. Dean through open the door and let his worrying expression sink into the two older hunter's, he even forgot to use the door password.

" Dad, its Sammy. "