Sorry it's a little later than planned….Looks like the alerts are slowly coming back to normal, hope it stays that way.

Anyway, THANK YOU so much for those who reviewed! You're all fantastic!

My last few chapters were posted during the 'no-alert' days so I'm glad some have managed to read those. Big thanks to my beta Michelle! Here it is, chapter 25….

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Dean nodded in response as he made eye contact with the older woman.

"Good idea." Celia spoke from the chair that she had been placed in, away from the bed where Sam lay. Both heads turned to gaze at her as she began to get up.

"So you two gonna fill me in?" Celia now stood between the two people.

Dean continued to gaze at her with a confused look on his face. He went on to object, but was stopped before he could voice his thoughts.

"We're wasting time. What do you want me to do? I said I would help Sam and that's what I'm doing." Celia looked at Evelyn, who shrugged her shoulders and exchanged a look with Dean before she began to speak.

"Okay, here's how it will happen…"

Chapter 25

"I'm using a binding spell, Loa's prefer pacts but they can be drawn in by a binding spell, I just….I hope this will work…." She continued to place the herbs into the bowl.

Dean could hear Evelyn, her voice lingering in his mind long enough for him to make sense of what was being said. He could feel his heart pounding against his chest as he took in the situation.

'I have to protect Sammy..' His thoughts began to draw him away from the present and into a world of guilt and worry.

'Why Sammy?'

"Dean?" When Dean resurfaced from his thoughts, he was met by both women's curious eyes.

"Are you okay?" Celia asked as she maintained the gaze that Dean attempted to turn away from.

Looking at the ground, he shook his head. "Yeah, I'm fine,"

He looked up, casting looks to both women as he gave them his best I'm fine look.

"I'm good, let's just get this over with." Dean spoke quickly.

Evelyn nodded and placed her hand over his.

"I know this is hard for you Dean, but you have to understand…the Loa will try to manipulate the situation." She waited for Dean to look up at her.

"It will have control of Sam's body. It will have his memories and it will most likely try to get to you Dean" Her cautioning eyes were met by the hunters.

"I know that. I'll be fine, it's Sam that I'm worried about. Please, can we just get this over with now?" Dean broke the circle the three had been standing in and made his way over to his brother.

He placed his hand through Sam's hair, caressing it before he pulled a few strands tight and snipped them off with the scissors that he held in the opposite hand. Dean's hands trembled as he cut through the dark, silky locks of his unconscious younger brother's hair. Dean was thankful that Sam had once again passed out. Holding the hair in his hand, he shook his head and smirked.

"It's probably best that you're not awake through this kiddo, remember the last time I took scissors at your hair? At lest this way no one will end up with a black eye." He spoke quietly, wanting to keep the memory private. After all it was only Sam who would remember. His smile was quickly replaced with a frown as he watched pain wash over his brother's face.

"I'm sorry Sam." He whispered, feeling the sting in his eyes.

Swallowing hard, Dean cleared his throat and straightened before making his way back to the women.

"Right…ok, so the markings on the ground around the bed won't be effective until you place the resquardos bags where I showed you." Evelyn emphasised to Celia, who held the items in her palms.

"Yes, the protection bags." Celia nodded in approval.

"Now, we won't have much time once the Loa enters Sam's body. Dean, when I give the go ahead you start reciting the spell and Celia, you set the trap okay?" She waited for a sign that told her that they had heard everything she'd told them and upon receiving it she walked over to the bowl and began her final preparations. She held her shaker in one hand and the locks of hair along with a cloth containing Sam's blood in the other. She placed the items into the mixture.

"I'll begin" She spoke and began to shake the wooden rattle. Chanting followed and filled the room. The candles flickered and one by one they began to go out.

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The room was engulfed with darkness as the last candle was extinguished. Evelyn's chanting had slowed to a stop as the three waited in silence.

Evelyn sensed the presence in the room. She lit the match, her hands trembling while she re-lit the large candle in front her. The candle filled the room with a flickering glow as she continued to re-light two more candles that she handed to Dean and Celia respectively.

Celia began placing the resquardos bags around the bed as instructed by Evelyn. After placing the last one, she cautiously stepped back to stand next to the Evelyn and Dean, all their attention was drawn to the still figure that lay in the bed.

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The silence in the room lasted for several minutes and only the distant noise of the storm echoed against the walls. Dean's eyes were wide with concern, his heart rate was racing, pounding against his chest. Celia grabbed Dean's wrists and pulled him closer so they stood side by side.

Dean looked at the young woman, who was returning the glance with a look of sympathy as though she could hear his heart rate escalating with every second that passed.

Movement on the bed caused all three to tense and focus on Sam's body. They all watched as Sam's chest rose higher. He pulled in a deep breath that he released loudly. Sam's long body stretched to its full length, the stiff joints snapping from lying so long. Dean's fists were clenched as he quietly watched the form that had claimed his brother.

Dean felt the presence and could already tell just by the way the Loa moved Sam body's that his brother was not in control. This thing was not going to stay in Sam for long was the promise that he silently made to himself. Sam rose to a sitting position, twisting his head from one side to the other.

With his head down, Sam began to gag. He coughed several times, his body convulsing. Dean immediately turned his head to Evelyn, who saw the fury in Dean's eyes. The thought of his brother in pain was something he just couldn't bare to watch anymore.

"It's healing his body." She turned to look at Sam and moved closer to Dean's Ear.

"The poison, it trying to get it out of his body." Satisfied with her explanation, Dean turned, with concern back to the site before them.

The gagging continued for another minute, Sam's head still down as his body quivered with the effort. After what felt like an eternity, Sam's body brought up a dark liquid that dripped onto his lap.

Slowly, Sam brought his head up to gaze at the three standing in front of him. Dean watched in horror as the figure representing his brother wore black eyes, accompanied with a wicked sneer. His hand wiped the drops of liquid away from his lips and he straightened his position.

Dean felt Evelyn's tight grip on his hand.

Get ready! She gestured as she repositioned herself.

Dean was on edge, keenly waiting for the signal to begin. His composure changed when he saw the expression on Sam's face.

"Dean? Help me, please!" It was a soft and gentle cry that chilled his spine.

It sounded so much like his younger brother, so much like his Sammy. Quickly brushing off the thoughts, he straightened and went into his defensive mode.

"You're going back hell, you son of a bitch!" The expression on Sam's face was instantly switched back to piercing eyes and an evil snigger.

"Actually, I've been there and done that. Oh yeah, and mom says hi." Dean breathed deeply as he fought with himself to stay calm. That was when he felt the tug on his sleeve, followed closely by the prompt.

"Now Dean, start it Now!" Both Evelyn and Dean began the banishing spell.

Celia watched and started reciting something, knowing that her main duty was to keep the other two protected while they proceeded. Sam's body rose to a standing position on the bed, teeth gritted he spoke.

"Why do you people never learn?" The atmosphere in the room changed instantly and a strong gush of wind brushed past the three, shaking them on their feet.

Celia stepped back, sensing that something wasn't right. Before she could call out or react she watched the figure rise off the bed.

"You're starting to annoy me now." Sam spoke louder as the two continued to recite the spell.

"Your little protection bag can't hold me." With that Sam smiled.

He dipped his head, looked up at Dean and flicked his head to the left. Immediately, Dean was flung in the direction, his back making contact with the wall before his limp body slid to the ground. Evelyn watched in horror and continued to recite. Sam smiled again and burned a hole into her as the sprit inside his body dragged the old woman, on her toes toward the bed.

"You got away from me once before, it's not gonna happen again." The words were deep and strong.

Evelyn was motionless as she was helplessly held over the bed. She felt a sharp scratch being made on her arm. Sam moved closer and placed a finger on the cut, wiping some of the crimson liquid on his fingertips before directing it to his lips.

"Hmm, I've been waiting a long time for this!" Licking his lips, he proceeded to grip the knife that was held in mid air.

Pure fear crossed his eyes as he cast his gaze to Celia.

"It's over!" Celia's voice was resilient and caused the spirit to cry out in frustration and anger.

"Nooo…"

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I know, I know, I couldn't help it I had to stop somewhere. Thank you so much for reading. Please let me know what you think and review! Until next time (next week)