Kira's Revenge Fourteen
Bobby reluctantly called Ralph back. Hating to involve the other hunter in this mess but not sure he could handle it on his own.
"Bobby, what did you find out?" Ralph spewed out the minute he answered the phone.
"It's the damn heart's desire witch alright, she has another spell cast on Dean." Bobby answered with frustration.
"Damn it. So we're dealing with a witch's spirit, a dangerous one that can suck the life force or energy from a person. I wonder exactly what spell she cast on Dean this time?"
"I'm betting the same one. Dean wants to save Sam from the evil inside him so that would be his heart's desire." Bobby replied quietly.
"Damn, so they're trying those so called cures on Sam?"
Bobby sighed. "Probably, which would explain why Sam sounded so tired when I talked to him."
"Dean let you talk to Sam? Last time he was so over protective..."
"Yeah, well the spell is different this time. Sam and I made it sound like we were talking about a hunt, I think Dean bought it, at least I hope so."
"Yeah, for Sam's sake. So I could start on a reversal potion..."
Bobby interrupted. "Sam said something about the witch being stronger so the potion should probably have more kick."
"I'm on it. So, give me five hours and I should have the cure and then I can meet you in Austin. I've just finished up a hunt in Little Rock, Arkansas so I'm only about eight hours away so as soon as I'm done with the potion, I'll hit the road."
"Well it'll take me about eighteen hours so I'll call you when I get to Austin. We can meet up before we head to the warehouse and talk about a game plan. The road trip will give me some time to ponder how to get the boys out of the warehouse so we can deal with the witch." Bobby tried to exude confidence he didn't really feel.
"Sounds like a plan. I'll get a motel room when I hit Austin and call you with the location. Contact me if anything changes."
"Yeah, you too." Bobby clicked the phone shut and immediately started packing for the long trip to Austin.
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Sam awoke to the sounds of Dean in the kitchen. He could smell eggs being cooked and it made his stomach turn.
Sam let out a groan as he shifted and started to sit up in bed. His stomach felt like it was on fire as he moved.
"Sammy, you okay?" Dean had moved from the stove to the bed.
"Just sore Dean. I'll be okay." Sam replied quietly.
"I was just fixing breakfast. I was hoping to have it eaten before you woke up." Dean had a guilty look on his face, like a little kid with his hand caught in the candy jar.
"Dean, it's fine really. To be honest my stomach is still upset. I'll be lucky to get crackers down." Sam slowly moved to lower his feet on the floor. The bathroom was definitely calling.
The chains on his wrist were tangled and he moved to get them free from the bedding so he could get up.
"Where are you going Sam?"
"Bathroom, if you don't mind." Sam winced at his sarcastic tone. He knew it wasn't Dean's fault that he was so paranoid but it was definitely grating on Sam's nerves.
Dean's face fell a bit and he reached in his pocket and pulled out a key. "Why don't I take the handcuffs off, it'll be easier to do the enema that way."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Ya think?"
"Sam, I sorry..."
"Just save it. I'm sore, my stomach hurts like a bitch, my mouth is so dry it feels like the desert, my head is fuzzy and I feel dizzy. I'm not in a good mood right now, so give me some space please!" Sam hated the way Dean flinched at his words but he just didn't have the energy to apologize at the moment.
Dean quickly unlocked the cuffs and moved away from Sam.
"I set up everything you'll need in the bathroom Sam." Dean's voice was quiet and distant.
Sam sighed and slowly moved towards the bathroom.
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Ruby was fuming. She had hoped that by enlisting Bobby's help she would have found Sam by now, but no such luck. It seems that the old man was not interested in her help.
Well if he wouldn't help her willing she would just have to take matters into her own hands. She had no doubt as he peeled out of his drive way that Bobby had a lead on Sam, she would just follow him.
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Ralph worked non-stop on the potion and finally felt after four hours of work, that he had just the potion that would work. It had triple the power of the potion he'd used on Dean before and he just hoped that it wouldn't have any detrimental effects on the young hunter. But in a pinch it would have to do.
He carefully packed the potion and other supplies in his truck, and started his journey to Austin.
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Sam had finished his morning business and the stupid enema. It had left him feeling very woozy and he was lucky to make it back in bed without passing out. He was weak and he hated it.
Making the sacrifices he had for Dean didn't bother him but being too weak to protect himself or his brother from Kira was scary. He just hoped that Bobby would be there soon to save them.
Strike that, he knew Bobby was coming, he just needed to stay strong for the next twenty four hours and this would all be over. He just had to have faith.
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Dean watched as Sam stumbled back to bed. His little brother was pale and shaky and it was heartbreaking to see him so weak.
He had to remind himself that hurting Sam in the short term was worth it. His brother would be free of the evil inside him soon and that would make this all just a bad memory.
Dean knew that Sam was so tired that he wasn't going to be pleasant to deal with and he just needed to toughen himself up to that fact. Sam was going to lash out and he owed it to his little brother to just grin and bear it.
"Sammy, I made you some tea with just a bit of mint. Maybe it'll settle your stomach." Dean picked up a cookie sheet that he was using as a tray and carried it over to his ailing brother.
Sam tried to smile but it didn't make it to his eyes. "Thanks Dean, I'm sorry about before."
Dean nodded and placed the tray in Sam's lap. He'd included some saltine crackers and hoped that they would help his brother's stomach.
"It's fine Sam, I'd be bitchy too. Did everything go ...okay?" Dean scratched the back of his head, embarrassed by the question he'd asked.
"Yeah, I'm clear." Sam replied quietly as he sipped his tea.
"Good, so how do you want to tackle today?" Dean asked hesitantly.
Sam sighed. "I don't know. Part of me just wants to just do everything at once and get it over but I don't think my body could take it right now. Maybe we could do the belt thing after I have a nap?" Sam picked up a cracker and took a small bite.
"Sure, that way I can make sure everything is ready. I'll dip the stupid leeches in holy water and reapply holy water to the belt. It'll need to dry anyway. In fact, I want to give you some Percoset so that you can rest comfortably." Dean started to get up, but Sam grabbed him.
"I don't want it now Dean. It makes me so fuzzy and I'm already pretty shaky due to the enema and lack of food. I can sleep without it. Save the drugs for after the belt, when need I them." Sam winced as he shifted to pick up another cracker.
"Yeah okay, but I would like for you to have the drugs in your system before we do the belt thing." Dean couldn't bring himself to say the word shock.
"No, really Dean it'll be okay." Sam finished off the crackers and tea. He handed the cookie sheet to Dean.
"Well, if you have trouble going to sleep, I'm gonna insist on the drugs." Dean replied as he took the tray from Sam.
"Okay." Sam replied as he settled in bed.
Dean went back to the kitchen and started cleaning up the morning dishes by the time he was done, Sam was fast asleep.
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Kira watched with glee as Sam shifted uncomfortably in bed, wincing in his sleep. Dean's eyes were glued to his brother, concern evident on his face.
This was all so delicious, watching Dean torture Sam in order to cure him. Soon Sam would get so weak that he would start to wane and Dean would panic.
She became excited at the thought of Dean dying in front of his weak and fading brother. It would be so easy to take her beloved then, sucking the powers within him into her spirit and binding them together forever.
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Ruby fumed as she continued to follow Bobby, she had thought that she would mentally 'pick up' Sam as the moved out of the state but no such luck. Bobby was definitely acting like a man on a mission though.
She just hoped that by sticking close she would get to Sam soon.
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Sam awakened to the sound of Dean humming Metallica.
Shit. That means Dean is nervous or upset. Sam wiped the sleep from his eyes and gingerly sat up in bed, scanning the room for his brother. He just hoped that the spell wasn't doing a number on Dean.
He was some what relieved to see that Dean was transferring leeches from one container to another. So the nervousness was from dealing with the leeches and not the spell, which was good but... Sam hated the sight of the bloodsuckers.
"Dean, uh, how's it going?" Sam asked trying to keep the anxiety out of his voice.
Dean winced as he plopped another creature into the container. "Damn it I hate these things. They're so gross."
"Yeah, a necessary evil though." Sam replied quietly.
Dean nodded and gave Sam a reassuring smile. "This should be over soon."
Sam tried to return the smile. "Yeah, soon. I think I'll make a run to the bathroom. I'm assuming you have the belt ready."
Dean sighed. "Yeah, I do, but take your time getting ready Sam."
Sam slowly got up off the bed. "I just want to get it over with."
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Dean laid the belt out on the bed along with blankets on the floor. He hated every moment of prep work. It was heart wrenching to have to treat his brother like this. Dean kept reminding himself that it was for the best in the end.
The bathroom door opened and his brother stumbled out unsteady. Sam was pale as a sheet, dark circles under his eyes. Dean hadn't seen the boy this bad since he had had the stomach flu for a week and even then the kid had had a bit of color.
Sam glanced down at the blanket on the floor and then at the belt on the bed. He sighed and moved to the bed, slowly sitting down on it.
"Dude, I'm gonna insist on you wearing a t-shirt this time." Dean moved to pick up Sam's shirt off the bed.
"No. We decided it would work best skin on skin." Sam replied quietly but in an assertive tone.
Dean huffed. "Fine but I'm putting the unit on where it touches your back and not your stomach. I'm not shocking you over that welt."
"Okay, I guess we could move it each time." Sam replied as he lifted his arms out of the way for the belt to be put on.
Dean reluctantly locked the belt in place. "Anytime you're ready, Sammy."
Sam got up off the bed and lay down on the blankets. "On a count of three?" Sam asked quietly.
Dean nodded and looked away. "One, two, and ..."
Dean hit the switch and immediately Sam's body began to twitch. Watching his brother endure this process was the longest eight seconds of Dean's life.
Finally, the twitching seemed to stop and Sam's eyes opened, pupils blown wide. His little brother was panting hard and curled into a ball.
Dean dropped down beside Sam and immediately unlocked the belt. A large red spot was now located on Sam's back, and Dean knew that soon it would be a large welt.
A sob came from Sam, and that pulled Dean's attention to Sam's mental state.
"Sammy, you okay?" Dean asked trying to pull Sam from the ball he was curled into tightly.
Sam shook him off. "J-Just leave me alone." Sam stuttered out.
"Sammy, are you hurt?" Dean ventured again.
A quiet chuckle came from Sam. "N-No shit, C-Captain Obvious."
Dean smiled at the come back and tried to give Sam some space, backing up a bit. "Can I get you anything?"
Sam sighed and slowly moved from his fetal position. "New boxers?"
Shit, Sam lost control. No wonder he's so upset, he's embarrassed. Poor kid.
"Uh Sam, I'll lay a pair out in the bathroom and then I think I'll go back to the office area and grab another book. I think we've finished the ones I've already grabbed." Dean answered quietly, wanting to give his brother all the space he needed to recover from losing control.
Sam nodded from his position on the floor. "T-Thanks Dean."
TBC
A/N: A big thanks to BlueEyedDemonLiz for the beta on this chapter! Thanks for reading and especially those reviewing! More in a week!