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The Innkeeper

Chapter four

"Sammy!" Dean yelled to his brother as he struggled to get up. He figured he must have hit the wall harder then he thought because he felt dizzy as he tried to rise and fell back down. Sammy continued walking toward him, pure hate on his face.

"You must die!" Sam said through clenched teeth as he raised the knife.

"Sammy snap out of it!" Dean screamed as he crawled backward away from him.

Marge woke up and quickly joined hands with Robert and Sarah. Seeing what was happening, they began chanting in Latin hoping to close the vortex to the spirit world and break the trance Sammy was in.

"Sammy no! It's me!" Dean's eyes widened as Sammy got closer. He finally managed to lash out and kick Sam hard in his shin. For a brief moment Sammy snapped out of the trance, looked at the knife in his hand, and realized what was going on.

"Dean get out of here! You got to get out of here! Hurry, I can't stop it!" Blood poured from Sam's nose and covered the front of his shirt as he fought with the spirit trying to stop it from taking over again, but he was too weak. His eyes began to glow again and he once more raised the knife.

"Sam no!" Dean yelled one last time then tried to roll to the side as the knife came down. Instead of stabbing him in the chest as Sam intended, the knife cut deeply into his side. Dean cried out in pain and looked into Sam's face.

"Damn it Sammy it's me! It's Dean!" Dean watched as Sam's face filled with pain and confusion as he realized what he had just done.

"Dean?" He said quietly as tears filled his eyes.

"Yeah Sam it's me! Put down the knife Sam!" Dean lay on the floor his hands covering the deep cut as blood bubbled between his fingers.

"Dean I'm sorry….I'm so sorry…." Sam started to reach for him but instead threw back his head and screamed in both pain and terror as the spirit once more began to take control of him. His eyes glowed again as he looked down at Dean.

In the background the chants from Marge, Robert, and Sarah grew louder and louder. Sam hesitated and glared back at them, then took a few more steps toward his brother. There was no where for Dean to go so he wrapped his arms around his body trying to protect his vital organs and waited for the next blow. Instead Sammy started to sway as the chanting grew louder and louder. Finally he collapsed on top of Dean and a thick black cloud rose out of his body and floated through the wall. Marge and the others quickly ran to their aide. They gently turned Dean onto his back. He winced in pain as they examined his wound and tried to stop the bleeding. He looked over at his brother who lay unconscious next to him. Sam's head lay in a small pool of blood which was slowly gathering beneath him from the nosebleed.

"How's Sam? Check on Sam!" He kept repeating as he tried to sit up.

"First we need to try and stop this bleeding." Marge gently pushed him back down. He lay on the floor, his eyes never leaving his brother's body.

"Sam? Sammy?" Dean reached his hand over and grabbed hold of Sam's. "Is he okay?" He looked at Marge.

"Sam's lost a lot of blood but I don't think he's been physically injured. The blood is all from his nosebleed. But we need to get you both to the hospital."

The hospital

Both Winchester boys were put in the same room. Dean's wound was cleaned and stitched up but the doctors wanted to hold him for a day or two because they suspected he might have a slight concussion from hitting the wall. Sam's blood count was way down and he was still unconscious. They couldn't find any signs of injuries so he was hooked up to an IV of blood, to build his strength back up, and would be watched till he regained consciousness. Once they both had been treated the police were called in, as was customary when ever there was a gunshot or knife injury. They questioned Dean but he assured them that he had fallen on the knife when he went to his brother's aide when his nose started to bleed so badly. Marge and the others assured the police that was what had happened. Since there was no reason to doubt them the police went away satisfied.

Marge sat on a chair next to Dean's bed.

"What happened to him Marge?" Dean asked as he looked over at Sam who moaned as he tried to fight his way out of his drug induced sleep.

"As far as I can tell, the spirit who is holding the other spirits hostage entered Sam's body. It is a very strong evil spirit not like the other ones. Sam would have been able to fight the other spirits but this one is very evil and powerful, he didn't stand a chance."

"Is he going to be okay?"

She looked at him sadly.

"That I can't say. Once a person is possessed by something that evil he can easily be possessed again by the same spirit."

"But why did he choose Sam? You had offered yourself up to be his voice, why did he possess Sam?"

"I feel he wanted to mock Sam. He can sense that Sam has gifts which he doesn't even realize yet. I think he wanted to prove he was stronger then him. But as Sam learns to nurture his gifts it would have been almost impossible for the spirit to enter him that easily."

"He never had nosebleeds that bad before. Why now?"

"I feel Sam was trying to fight the spirit with ever thing he had. He didn't want to hurt you and the fact that he was unable to stop the spirit from hurting you was ripping him apart inside. That's what caused his nosebleed, the emotional turmoil that was going on inside him"

"So, what can we do for him?"

"I don't want him going back to that house. It will only try to gain control over him again. I think once you boys are well you should leave here and don't look back. Get him far away from here. I appreciate your offer to help but I don't want either of you dying because of it."

"I hate to leave you without being able to help you in some way. Maybe Sam was right, maybe the house needs to be salted and burned. Maybe there is no way to rid it of the spirit."

"I will try to save the house and the souls in it but if I can't, I will see that it is burned."

The next day

The following day both Dean and Sam slept throughout the day, Dean due to the pain medication he was on, and Sam from what they thought might be mental exhaustion. LaterDean woke up around midnight and immediately looked over at his brother's bed to make sure he was okay. Sam was sitting on the bed his elbows on his knees, his face cupped in his hands.

"Sam?" Dean said softly as he pushed himself up on the bed with his elbow. He winced as he felt the stitches pull.

Sam put down his hands and even in the darkness Dean could tell he had been crying.

"Sammy what's wrong?"

"I almost killed you Dean. I didn't want to but I couldn't stop myself."

"Hey, it wasn't your fault Sam, forget it. That thing was controlling you."

"I should have been able to fight it…. What if you had died?" Sam swallowed hard and looked away.

"I didn't die; I'm going to be fine."

"But what if you had?" Sam wiped angrily at his tears. Embarrassed that Dean had seen them. "How could I live with myself?"

"Look Sam I'm fine, just forget it, it wasn't you."

Sam shook his head and looked down.

"I'm tired Dean, I can't do this anymore...I almost killed you. I …I just can't do this anymore."

"Sam…look we're both tired. Let's get some rest and we'll talk about it in the morning. Okay?"

Sam gave a little nod.

Dean lay back down and shut his eyes; he'd talk to Sam in the morning. Right now the pain medication was making it almost impossible to keep his eyes open and he soon drifted back to sleep.

Sam waited till he was sure Dean was asleep. He then pulled out his IV tube and quickly dressed. Then he went through Dean's pants pocket till he found his car key. He gave a small smile knowing how much Dean loved his car.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it Bro. But this is something I got to do." He said softly as he slipped out of the room.

TBC