I want to thank the people who have given reviews and who have read the story. Thanks for continued support: Jayme, Kaewi, and Celtic-Spaniard.

Onthnis- I'm glad that it kept you thinking. That's what I strive for.

Pizzapixie- The characters are off because they're both being controlled and played like puppets by the spirit. I promise that it'll get rectified.

Hope you enjoy this chapter.


Dean felt like his whole world was coming down around him. This was the furthest that he'd ever been from Sammy. Even when Sam was in college, he knew that he would be okay. Now, he didn't know. He should have known, should have seen what was coming, what was happening. He should have watched him closer, never let him be alone in that bathroom that long. Keeping as close behind the ambulance as possible, Dean got to the hospital just behind it, in time to watch them take his baby brother out on a stretcher. He looked so pale, so vulnerable, and Dean felt his heart break. This wasn't right. They had put an oxygen mask over his face, making him look sick again. Dean got close, put his hands on the side of Sammy's face for a minute, trying to regain his own breath. How could this thing have gone so wrong? He should have seen what was happening, listened to his gut reaction to get his brother the hell out of there before any of this happened. 'I promise to do better, Sammy. Just be all right.' He silently pleaded, guilt eating him alive. They continued to rush him into the emergency room.

"Twenty two year-old male overdose victim, possible suicide attempt. Resps at 68 percent, BP 72/38, non-responsive to outside stimulus, sluggish reflexes. He took Pottasium, Magnesium, Klonapin, and Cyclosporin. Victim's brother told us he's in remission for Leukemia." The medic relayed to the on-call doctor.

"Where's the brother now?" The doctor, whose name tag read Dr. Franklin, asked, his voice terse and frustrated. He looked like he didn't want to deal with a suicide. 'I don't want to deal with a suicide either, but here we are.'

"I'm right here." Dean said, stepping forward, and as close to Sam as he could get. His voice was low, almost so low that he could not be heard.

"Is he allergic to any medications?" Dr. Franklin demanded of him.

Dean froze, shell-shocked by all that was going on around him. His brother wasn't breathing right on his own. His brother was dying. He looked so pale, so weak, laying there. He was going to lose him. After everything, they were going to lose him because he had been careless. He didn't register the doctor's question.

"Son, this is important. We need to do something now. Is your brother allergic to any medications?" He yelled once again at Dean, ignoring his mental state. He did not have time to deal with attention-seeking kids and their relatives. There were people who really needed his help, but he was stuck here cleaning up the mess for some kid that had done this to himself.

"No." Dean replied, keeping his voice as quiet as he could while still making sure that the man heard him the first time. If this man wasn't going to be hospitable to his brother, then he didn't need to worry about niceties with this man.

Dr. Franklin turned from him to the bed where Sam laid. He started barking out orders, but Dean had spaced out. Without truly knowing what was going on, he watched as a tube was forced down Sam's throat. His brother weakly fought it, trying to stop the invasion into his body. Then, his body convulsed and Sam was throwing up the contents of his stomach. There was a soft whining noise coming from him, and Dean almost broke down, right there in front of everyone. He was in pain and this asshole wasn't being gentle. Dean stood there for a moment, watching what was going on, punishing himself for what he had allowed to happen. The nurse noticed that he was standing there, and quietly ushered him out of the room.

"You can't be here, sir. We'll come and get you when there's any change." She said, gently before pulling the curtain between him and the room. He stumbled down the hallway to the waiting room, not sure what was going on, just that he had messed up and now Sammy was paying the price. He needed this to be all right.

He was torn between what he needed to take care of, what he needed to do to stop this thing, and being here, waiting in a nearly empty waiting room just to hear that his brother was going to be okay. On the one hand, the quicker he knew what he needed to do to stop this woman, the quicker he could kill her and be done with it. This was bad, though. Sammy had tried to kill himself, and it wasn't just with aspirin. He had taken prescription medications. So much could go wrong. So many complications could happen, and if he left... No, he needed to stay. Whatever had caused this could wait; he needed to be here when Sam woke up, to reassure him and make sure that he knew just how much he loved him.

For nearly an hour, Dean paced the waiting room, needing to hear that his brother would be okay, that he didn't fail him. He had gone up to the desk trying to find something out at least five times in that hour, but no one would tell him anything.

Sammy's doctor came into the hallway, and headed in Dean's direction, but Dean took off towards him. "How is my brother?" He asked the man.

"He's okay. He was brought here in time. We got most of the drugs he took out of his system, but he'll still be weak for a few days. I've had a psych consult called down for him. There's a mandatory evaluation, and he can be kept up to forty-eight hours. If you want, you can go sit with him. He is still unconscious, and will remain so for a while, but you are free to sit with him." His voice was clipped, and once again, Dean got the feeling that the man did not want to deal with Sam. "I have other patients to see. If you have any questions, call for a nurse."

Dean was left in the hallway, dumbfounded but relieved that his baby brother was going to be all right. He wandered back to where he had left Sam, stopping when he entered the room. His brother still looked so weak and vulnerable and he felt the guilt eating at him again. "Never again, Sammy. I promise that I will never let this happen again."

He sat down by the side of the bed, reaching out to lay a hand on Sam's hand, and settled in to wait. When he woke up, he could explain what had happened, what had driven him to do it, and most importantly, if he had felt like this always or if that woman had forced his movements. He needed answers.


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Remember, season finale on tonight. If you look over at www.supernatural.tv, there's a link for the details of the season 1 box set coming out in September. Go check it out, really good site. Happy hunting.