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Disclaimer: Okay, I haven't done this for awhile, pretty much the same as before, Dean, Sam unfortunately are not mine. Other characters you don't recognize and story have derived purely from my head. Big thanks to my Michelle for being a beta, ok now hope enjoy!

Celia's mouth was open as she searched for something to say to Dean, who had now taken up a position in front of her, ready to protect them.

"She knows you're here, Dean!" Her voice broke slightly as she tried to stay calm.

The deep growling that tore viciously through the hallway approached the kitchen. Dean looked around for anything that he could use as a weapon. There was nothing, apart from a wooden chair. Without dwelling on it too much, he grabbed the piece of furniture and held it in front of them as a shield.

Firmly he stood, ready to face whatever creature would emerge. A large, black Jackal stood steadily next to the doorway of the kitchen and scanned the room with bright red eyes that blazed like fire. The creature's claws scrapped across the floor as it approached the two of them. Foaming saliva dripped onto the kitchen tiles.

Celia stood close behind Dean and held onto his shoulders.

"Don't be afraid. It can't harm us. It's only here to be her eyes." She whispered as she felt Dean's muscles clench beneath her touch. He was ready to strike out at the creature if the need presented itself.

Dean watched as the dog walked around them and then moved back out into the hallway. He wasn't afraid. He was furious, if he had had his gun or knife right with him, he would've killed the thing without a second thought. He held the chair tighter in his hands.

Dean followed the black dog and stopped just in the hallway when he saw the dog halt outside of the closed door, behind which his little brother lay. His eyes followed the hound as it growled and paced back and forth in front of the door. The older brother dropped the chair and moved closer to the creature.

"I'll kill that son of a bitch…" He spoke, his voice rattled with pure rage and he clenched his fists.

Celia grabbed tightly onto Dean's wrist and pulled him back. "It's okay. It can't go in, but it knows that Sam's in there." She spoke quietly, although not quietly enough.

The dog snapped his head up and turned to face the soft sound of her voice. She pulled Dean back further and took up a place in front of him. Dean resisted the shift in position, trying to keep her behind him.

"Dean, It's okay. I know what to do." She whispered and began to chant quietly.

The Dog stood still and eyed the two of them with red eyes that were tormented by rage. It drew its lips back to reveal rows of razor sharp teeth. The froth from its mouth dripped to stain the floor, and the creature's growling grew louder with every word that Celia spoke. She continued to chant and then dipped her head to face the ground, short seconds later, she emphasized her words with a raised voice. The horrid growling stopped and without warning the dog shot quickly toward the door and leapt through it.

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A thick silence filled the hallway as the two people present watched the door with sharp eyes to be sure that the thing had actually left. Dean held Celia's hand and gently turned her to face him.

"What was…" He began, but Celia broke the sentence before he could finish.

"She sent it. It's going to report back to her. She uses the dog as her eyes and for her own protection." She sighed and pulled her brown hair away from her face before continuing.

"I don't know how she could know." Celia bit her lip and shook her head in disbelief.

"It's not right. I protected the house from her hounds." Her large brown eyes focused on Dean's before she walked away into the room at the front of the house.

"It's gone!" She yelled suddenly.

Upon hearing the desperation in her voice, Dean followed her into the room. He placed his hands on her shoulders and looked at her with a confused expression.

"I swear I put it here." Celia moaned, frantically searching every corner of the room.

Dean pulled her closer to him in an effort to offer comfort.

"What's wrong, Celia? What did you put here?" He asked.

Celia sighed and shook her head, before dropping her eyes to the floor.

"I must have forgotten, I'm so sorry." Celia pulled away from Dean's touch and approached the door.

"Let's check on Sam" She replied, changing the subject.

Dean brought his hands to rub across his face and walked out of the room. True, he wanted to know what Celia had thought she had done, but Celia's last words proved to him that at the moment, his only concern rested with Sam.

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Sam lay on his bed and clenched his eyes shut tightly as another wave of pain rushed over him. He had heard Dean leave, but had been too weak to fully wake. The room that he rested in was drenched in a deafening silence that hummed annoyingly in his ears. The light creeping through the windows seemed to fade cautiously, pulling away from the younger man as though it were afraid of his presence.

Metallic liquid tickled the back of his throat as he heard a faint, but familiar voice that hovered and dispersed about the room.

"I knew that you would come. Don't worry my boy, the pain will be over soon and then you'll be mine. Fighting only makes it worse. Shhh, it's okay Sam, don't be afraid."

Frantically, Sam passed panicked eyes about the room to search for the owner of the sickly sweet voice. He found none and before another thought got the chance to cross his mind, the room began to spin before it blurred into darkness.

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Sam felt the soft pressure of Dean's touch on his shoulders and it gently pulled him from the blackout. His head was throbbing and a few minutes passed before the sounds that Celia and Dean spoke finally registered.

"Sammy…You with me? You okay?" Dean drew closer to his brother and spoke slower upon sensing the confusion that had clouded his brother's mind.

"Sam, it's Celia. How are you feeling?" Celia stood on the other side of the bed. She spoke softly and slowly waiting for a response.

Sam swallowed and took a deep breath, "Where…" Sam struggled to speak.

"My head." He moaned, closing his eyes.

"I'm gonna get you something that will help that, okay?" She replied. She passed a brief smile to Dean on her way out.

"Hang in there Sammy." Dean gripped onto his brother's arm and pulled the chair closer to the bed.

"Ss Samm!" The younger brother managed, drawing in another breath.

"Dean, I heard a voice. She…" His voice trailed of as the effort of speaking became too great.

Dean was concerned as well as eager to know what Sam wanted to say. He frowned, watching the other man's struggle.

"Easy, Sammy. It's okay, just take your time." He leaned in closer.

Sam let out a breath.

"I'm, ti…ired." Sam's voice was weak.

"And scared." He finished.

Dean felt his throat tighten. Sam had deteriorated so low and it was eating the older Winchester up inside. He felt so helpless. Sam asked for help and he didn't know how to give it to him.

Celia walked in, holding a cup and a folded white cloth.

"Here honey, this will help kay?" She said as she gently sat petit body onto the bed.

Celia looked up at Dean who understood her intentions and walked around to help Sam sit up. He carefully pulled his brother up so the younger man's back was resting on a stack of pillows and the headboard.

Celia slowly pressed the cup onto the young man's lips and tilted the warm liquid into his mouth. Dean watched, waiting to see how his brother would respond and secretly hoping that Sam would manage to drink the concoction offered by Celia.

Sam coughed and choked as the liquid flooded out of his mouth. Celia held the cloth under his chin to catch any spillage.

"It's okay, lets try again." Celia repeated and poured more into Sam's mouth. Her youthful gentle voice soothed the tense atmosphere. He accepted most of it and attempted to swallow.

"That's it, Sam." Celia smiled and looked up at Dean who as also relieved when Sam continued to drink the remaining substance in the cup.

Dean paced the room, trying to appear calm as he watched Sam slowly drink. Sam closed his eyes when he finished. His body was completely drained.

Celia wiped Sam's mouth and looked over at Dean who made his way over to where Sam lay.

"We should let him rest now." She brushed Sam's forehead before standing.

Dean held his brother's arm and leaned in "I'll be back soon kiddo, you rest okay?" He watched his brother attempt to nod, which only mounted to a slight stir.

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Dean sat on the table in the kitchen and watched as Celia moved around, collecting and mixing ingredients into a bowl. She stopped in front of an open book resting on the counter top.

"She's known as Aurora. Grandma Spoke a lot about her before she…" Celia paused and sadness crossed her face as she remembers her Grandmother.

"I know she is very powerful and that she was once good. Many people are scared of her and she is known for the evil spirits that she conjures up." Celia brushed her fingers through her long hair.

Dean huffed at the thought of this woman ever being good.

"I'm not scared of this bitch." He said.

"Dean, you don't understand. What she's done is bad, really bad and it means that we have more to worry about than just her. This spirit, it doesn't like following orders and will most likely turn on her anyway." Celia placed some leaves into the bowl as continued.

"The mixture I gave Sam will help ease the pain his body is going through." She stopped as she opened one of the cupboards and started to take all the contents out.

"Where is it?" She hissed and quickly opened and slammed the remaining cupboards around the room.

Dean stood to watch Celia's movements from one place to another. Her breathing became fast as she checked through each cupboard again shaking her head as she searched.

"Celia?" Dean asked as he approached her.

"Celia!" His voice was loud enough to stop her in her tracks.

"Just calm down! Tell me what's wrong." He softened his voice and pulled her toward him to keep her attention.

She pulled away and turned before speaking.

"I think I'm losing it Dean…" She blew out a loud breath.

"I keep losing things, thinking I've done things and I haven't and my potions are…something's not right. Things with Cameron have been…we shouldn't be discussing this now, we have things to do." She wiped the tears that had escaped through her words and returned to her searching.

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