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Secrets

Chapter 25– Search for Melissa

"Dean, it will be ok…all of it…do you understand me? Your brother will be fine." Missouri placed a hand on Dean's shoulder.

"But what if he can't…I mean…Oh God Missouri, they both had to kill their siblings…what if I have to kill Sam?"

Missouri shook her head. The truth was, she couldn't guarantee that Dean wouldn't have to kill his brother. "I wish I could tell you that you don't' have to worry about that, but you don't want me to lie to you."

Dean smiled remembering a time when Missouri had told him that she told people what they wanted to hear. He was glad that she respecting him enough no to do that to him. "Your right Missouri, the time for secrets and lies is long past. I just don't understand why Dad never told us…why the cryptic death bed message that basically doesn't tell me what to expect?"

"Dean honey, I don't think your father had all the answers. He just knew that the demon had your brother in his sights and he knew that things were ramping up for some kind of war. He was afraid that your brother was going to be forced to make the wrong choice, that's why he trained both of you the way he did."

Dean shook his head. "But trained us for what Missouri…trained me so that I could hunt down my own brother and kill him?"

"No Dean, he trained you so that you could save him. If anyone can save that boy, it will be you Dean." Missouri smiled.

"Yeah, well a lot of good I did him this time…that woman was able to use her Jedi mind tricks on me…because of me, Sam was hurt. How can I fight against that Missouri?" Dean looked at Sam as he groaned in his sleep. He moved to the bed and gently caressed Sam's head, smiling as Sam quieted at his touch.

"Seems to me that Sam doesn't need someone with special powers to help him Dean…he has you and that's all he needs. As to the rest…you all are up against things every day that have abilities that are stronger than yours and yet somehow you manage to defeat them…Poltergeists, Spirits, Vampires, Shape shifters…each with powers that any normal person would have been unable to stand up against. Why is this any different Dean?" Missouri pulled a chair up closer to Sam's bed as she waited for Dean to answer.

"I hear what you're saying Missouri, but it doesn't make me feel any better. Sam's lying here hurt because I wasn't strong enough.."

"Boy I'm really losing patience with you…listen to me…you are the one who found Andy…you are the one who figured out where Sam was being held…you are the one who got your brother out of there and you are the one who will help this boy heal. Now I suggest you stop feeling sorry for your sorry self and start figuring out where that poor girl has gone." Missouri crossed her arms over her chest and dared Dean to argue with her further.

Dean smiled slightly and pulled out his cell phone. "Andy are you still at the apartment? Good, stay there, I'll be there in 20 minutes." Dean hung up his phone and looked at Missouri. "Take care of him for me…I'll call if we find anything."

Missouri nodded as she watched Dean head out the door. She looked at Sam and sighed. She could feel the turmoil beneath the surface. "One down, one to go." She sighed as she settled in to wait for Sam to wake up.

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Melissa sat on the park bench and watched the dawn slowly coming as the birds began to sing in the trees and the first jogger ran by her on the path. She had managed to make it to the small park before her energy gave out. Her shoulder was hurting and her body was cold, but yet her mind wouldn't let her rest.

She kept replaying her life over and over in her head. What if she had fought her father harder, what if she had never introduced Trisha to Gordon, what if she had been stronger and able to resist her sister's powers and what if she had simply refused to do what Trisha had ordered her to do? In the end, she came to the same conclusion. She was responsible for her sister's death…not the recent death, but the slow death that began the night her father kicked her sister out of the house.

"Oh God Trisha, I don't know if you can hear me…but I'm so sorry. " Melissa wiped at the ever flowing tears that seemed to run down her face. She decided that she needed to find a place to rest, and then to plan. As she took note of her surroundings, she remembered that Gordon's old place was not far from here. Getting to her feet, she began to head to the old warehouse building that Gordon had called home.

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Sam groaned and slowly opened his eyes. "Dean?" Sam whispered, coughing at the dryness in his throat. "Dean?" He tried again, worried when his brother's face didn't immediately appear in his vision.

He jumped as he felt a soft hand pat him on the shoulder. "It's ok Sam; Dean went out to help look for Melissa. Now I need you to sit up so I can get some of this nice warm chicken broth down you. Then you're going to drink some of this sport drink…it has extra stuff that your body needs to heal, that is unless you prefer some of my tea?"

Sam grimaced at the thought of Missouri's tea. "No, the sports drink is fine…but ah…I need to…uhm." Sam was embarrassed to ask for help to the bathroom. Maybe he could wait. But before he could get any further with his thoughts, Missouri had the wheel chair beside the bed.

"Ok Sam, this is how we do this. You sit up and we get you as close to the chair as we can. See the arm comes off so you can just slide over from the bed to the chair." Missouri saw Sam blush but continued to help him move so that he could sit in the chair. "Good, now I'll just wheel you over to the bathroom…Do you think you can manage?"

Sam wasn't sure, but he did know he would give it a good try before letting Missouri help him do what needed to be done. He turned a shade redder as he heard Missouri chuckle. "Boy, you don't have anything I haven't seen before…now if you need help…you call."

Missouri decided that while Sam was occupied, she'd get Sam's medication ready. She knew that getting Sam to take the pain medication was going to be tough, but she could already see the pain building in his eyes as he transferred to the chair. As she finished setting the table, she heard Sam call from the bathroom. "Ah…Missouri…can you uhm…open the door."

Missouri opened the door and smiled. "Hard to open the door from that side huh? Well come on over to the table, you may as well eat and take your medicine before we get you back into bed."

Sam wheeled over to the table; he shook his head as he saw the pain pills lying next to the sports drink. "Missouri, I'll just take some pain pills from our supply…they don't make me as tired."

"You'll do no such thing Samuel Winchester. Now your brother put you in my care and I'm going to make sure that when he comes back, you are right where you should be. In bed resting…but if you don't want to do that, I can always have you hauled back to the hospital." Missouri watched as Sam gave her a dirty look.

"Keep it up Samuel…I didn't take that kinda thing from your Daddy and I certainly am not going to take it from you! Now eat and take your pills."

"Fine, but I also want my laptop…I need to start researching to see if we can figure out where she might have gone." Sam started to eat the soup and had to admit it tasted pretty good. He had forgotten that he hadn't eaten for a few days. He smiled as Missouri went to get Sam's computer from the bag that was lying beside the door.

"Here you go Sam, but only for a short while. Then you get some rest…no arguments!" Missouri smiled as Sam gulped down the sports drink and asked her for another one as he started to type on the computer. Missouri handed him the drink and nodded at the pills that Sam had yet to take.

"Ok, Ok…jeez and I thought Dean was bad!" Sam swallowed the pills and once again started to do research on Melissa and Trisha. There had to be some place that Melissa would go to feel safe. He didn't think it would be the condo; it probably had too many bad memories. After an hour of searching, he had still come up empty handed.

As his head started to fall to his chest, he felt the chair being pulled towards the bed. He didn't argue as Missouri helped him into the bed and pulled the covers up. "Don't worry Sam; if anyone can find Melissa…it will be you and your brother. You just rest…"

Sam nodded as he closed his eyes, letting the drugs finally win. As he drifted further into the darkness, he jerked as he saw a man with yellow eyes approaching him. "What are you doing here?" Sam said angrily.

"I thought you and I would have another chat Sammy, after all. We both want the same thing; we want to find Melissa before she does something drastic. You realize that right this moment she is planning to kill herself."

Sam shook his head. "You're lying…why would you want me to know that?"

"Because Sammy, if she does, then neither of us wins. I'm betting that she will come with me willingly…but I need more time to convince her. So here's the deal…I tell you where to find her and you save her…for now."

Sam stared at the demon, trying to decide what the catch was. "I don't make deals with demons, Dean and I will find her on our own."

"Your father seemed to be ok with making a deal…and I kept up my end of the bargain. There is no catch to this deal Sammy…I would just hate to see all that wonderful talent go to waste." The demon laughed as Sam turned his back.

"Go to hell!" Sam said as he started to close his mind to the demon.

"I'm already there Sammy…by the way, your Daddy says hello! But if you change your mind, you might want to look up Melissa's ex-boyfriend…I believe his name was Gordon Chandler. Oh and Sam…there isn't much more time…so you might want to wake up…unless of course, you don't care that she is almost ready to take the final leap." The yellow eyed demon laughed as he disappeared from Sam's mind.

Missouri frowned as she watched Sam begin to toss on the bed. She wanted to read Sam, but she would never do that without his permission, so she resorted to trying to calm him. "It's ok Sam, you're safe."

Sam's eyes snapped open, his breathing hitching in his chest as he stared at Missouri. "Oh my God, he's in my head Missouri…It's started…just like the others…Dean…he needs to end it now before it's too late!"

TBC

Raven524: As promised. Here is the next update. I hope you are continuing to enjoy the story. Thanks again for all the wonderful reviews that I have received. And thanks to all of you who are reading. I really appreciate you all…hugs and my sincerest thanks!