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As John raced down the highway as fast as the law would allow, his mind worked frantically. Oh, hold on, Sammy. I'm coming. I won't let anything happen to you. I promise, he thought to himself. There was only one reason that Sam was going through what he was. John only hoped he was in time to help him. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, the man reached the hotel. He parked his truck, grabbed a bag, and went in.

"Are there two young men in here?---one may be injured or sick," John said frantically.

"They're in room one-twelve," the receptionist responded. John raced to the room and knocked frantically. Within seconds, the door opened to reveal Dean.

"Sammy!" John exclaimed. He knelt beside his youngest son and got him into a sitting position.

"Dad?" the youngest Winchester asked.

"Dean, get the herbs out of my bag," John ordered. Dean did as he was told, then watched as his father grabbed a handful of the roots.

"Open his mouth," John instructed. Again, Dean did as he was told. He watched as the stuff was stuck into his brother's mouth.

"Dad, wha---"

"Come on, Sammy. Swallow," John urged. Painfully, Sam did so.

"Still hurts," he rasped.

"Yeah. I know," came the response. "Dean, I need more," he he snapped. Dean handed his father the rest of the herbs and once again, they were placed in Sam's mouth.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Dean wondered.

"I'm hoping this will suppress the bond," John replied.

"Bond? What bond?" Dean wondered. Sam coughed, causing some of the herbs to fall out. John quickly popped them back in.

"Dad, what bond?" Dean persisted. Just then, Sam let out an agonized scream and he began to thrash.

"Sammy. Sammy!" John exclaimed. "Dean, get me more herbs!" Dean quickly looked through the bag and found more of the roots that they had used. These were quickly handed to the patriarch, who swiftly gave them to his youngest. After several minutes, the boy flopped back onto the bed.

"Don't worry. I won't let her have you," John assured softly.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

I have no idea what kind of stuff they would use for this kind of thing, so I didn't put it in. And you'll find out what John's talking about later.