A/n: Alright everyone. I'm really sorry to say this, but I've caught up with myself. I'm not going to go into detail, but I'm kinda going through some things right now which have made it harder for me to write as well as I've had a hard time lately being able to get myself wanting to do so. I still plan on finishing this story, I just don't know when that will be. Probably when the things calm down and become a bit more certain for me. I appreciate your patience and time and again, I'm really sorry about the break.

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Chapter 21

"You really think someone was tailing Smiley and that chick?" Dean asked as the hunter checked the rearview mirror of the black Honda he was driving for the fifth time since they had left.

"I'm not about to take any chances," he answered.

"And you really have no idea what that hunk of rock is?" The older Winchester brother quirked an eyebrow.

"Do I look like a supernatural encyclopedia to you?" The older man snapped.

"Looks can be deceiving," Dean shrugged. Bobby relaxed a little but kept his expression serious.

"I've never seen anything like it. Words or tablet. Luckily for us, I happen to know a guy who might be able to help. "

"Is he as cheerful as the last guy you know?" The hunter bobbed his head around as if weighing the answer. "That's comforting." Dean twisted in his seat to look at his brother who was sitting behind the passenger side in a position that reminded him of how he use to sit when he wasn't feeling well as a kid. It was as though he was trying to make himself as small as possible without actually curling into himself. It was too dark to tell but he remembered his sibling looked a little flushed when they were packing up to leave the motel. " How're you holding up back there? "

"I'm fine." His voice was small but Dean didn't want to take the chance of upsetting him, so he turned himself back around and nodded. "So, who was that girl back there?" The car fell silent long enough for the older Winchester brother to think maybe he hadn't been heard, but finally the hunter spoke.

"Jo Harvelle was the only kid of Ellen and Bill Harvelle. They were some of the best hunters I've known. Strong, loyal, always ready to back ya or house ya if you needed a place. I stumbled upon'em after a bad run in with a rougarou."

"A who-ga-what?"

"A rougarou. They feed off the flesh of humans. Anyways, I just so happen to stop into the Roadhouse fer a pick me up and I met the Harvelles. They actually were the ones that told me how to kill those suckers and that they can pass on the disease to their offspring."

"And are they really dead?"

Bobby sighed sadly. "As far as we know. The last I saw them they were headin' back to Jo and the Roadhouse. Sam's friends were with them."

"You mean...Valerie and Mrs. Flores...they're dead too?" Sam questioned. The hunter looked back in the rearview mirror but this time it wasn't to check and see if anyone was following him.

"I'm real sorry Sam." Even in the dark Bobby could tell the younger man's head lowered a bit.

"Any ideas of what happened?" Dean asked softly. He remembered the Flores women. Sam had been working for Mrs. Flores while he was in college. She seemed like a strong yet kind woman, as did her daughter Valerie who Dean also remembered had a large crush on his little brother.

"Only thing I can think of is that a demon got to them. I mean, there were at least a couple thousand that more'n likely were let loose that night. And I'm low ballin'."

"But you don't know for sure if they died right?" Though the hunter wanted to be honest, he could hear the pleading in Dean's tone that was asking for the hunter to go along with it.

"There's no real evidence one way or another, so yeah, it's possible they're alive."

A few hours went by and it was spent in silence for the most part. It wasn't until Bobby had stopped for gas and they were on their way again travelling the dark back roads, that once again the older Winchester spoke up. Dean glanced at the backseat where his brother was, soft snores escaped him confirming the older sibling's inquiries. "I'm really scared Bobby," he admitted. The hunter waited for him to clarify, though he was pretty sure he knew what the younger man had meant. "What if Castiel's right? What if Sam really is going to die without demon blood?"

"We'll figure it out when and if the time comes," his friend offered gently.

" I just...I don't understand how it even works. I mean, how can my brother be a demon just by having some blood of a demon in his system? Is it because he was a baby? Was that demon even more powerful than we thought? Why Sam? Why not me? I'm the first born, isn't it suppose to be the first born that's cursed?"

"Kid, I wish I knew."

"I wish I knew what happened after that night. Sam's been as vague as humanly possible about it. Something's not right."

Before either one of them could say another word, Dean felt a hand grasp him by the arm followed by his name. He once again twisted to look back at his brother. The sound of his sibling getting violently ill caused Dean to quickly unhook his seatbelt so that he could face Sam directly.

"Sammy?! Pull over Bobby!" The hunter was already in the process of moving to the side of the road before the words left the older Winchester's mouth. Dean threw open the passenger side door at the same time his sibling hurriedly swings his door open. He continued to hurl, his hand that was holding the door still shook with every heave. Bobby rushed around the side to him. Finally Sam stopped. Dean rushed to him, trying his best to avoid the puddle of vomit as he did so. Sam wiped a shaking hand across his lower lip and chin and his sibling placed both hands on his shoulders as if to steady him and keep him from falling out of the car.

"You ok Sammy?" The older Winchester brother stared at him with his green eyes full of worry. Sam shook his head. He was still trying to catch his breath. Dean could still feel him shaking uncontrollably.

"I think it may be best if we find a place to crash for the time bein'," Bobby replied. "We'll stay at the next place we find. I'll work on gettin' back to the main highway. Think you'll be alright to get on the road again? Be honest, we can wait. Take yer time."

" I'm...I'm good, " Sam answered in voice that shook as much as his body. Dean helped him get re-situated, then went around the the other side where Sam had first gotten sick. He took off his jacket and then his overshirt and tried to wipe and soak up as much of it as possible. Tossing the now soiled article of clothing off to the side of the road and then climbing in to sit with his little brother in the back. With everyone buckled, the hunter was off.

"Tell me if you need me to pull over again," he said.

Sam had grabbed Dean's attention another three times to puke before they reached a dingy motel to rest for the night. Bobby had been fortunate enough to get two rooms close to each other so he wouldn't be far if they needed him. Dean spent a good amount of time that night between a few minutes of sleep and standing nearby Sam as he puked violently into the motel toilet.

He didn't have to ask him what had happened, he had a pretty good idea of that himself and it wasn't food poisoning. It seemed only too coincidental that Sam had gotten so terribly sick after they had been warned of his withdrawals from the demon blood, and Dean was becoming less and less a believer in coincidences as his knowledge of the supernatural increased.

A/n: Thank you all so much for reading and for any reviews. I promise I'll try to not have the break be too long.