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Dean's Song

Chapter 2 – Siren's Call

Sam sighed as he watched his brother head out towards the car to get their bags. His head was killing him. He tried to move his knee and winced…it felt like it was dislocated. He tried to forget the image of his brother standing in front of the semi, oblivious to his danger. It wasn't like Dean to not be totally in tune to his environment…Sam was usually the one lost in thought.

Sam watched as Dean came back inside and refusing to look at Sam, started to get the first aid supplies together. "Dean…I'm ok…I'm more worried about you…why were you heading across the street?"

"Look Sam, lets take care of you first…then we can talk ok?" Dean wasn't looking forward to the conversation, but he knew that Sam could be like a dog with a bone…and right now, Dean was feeling like one sorry old bone!

Sam flinched as Dean gently cleaned the cut on his head. The graze was deep, but Dean figured he could just use the butterfly bandages and try to avoid stitches. Placing a gauze pad on the wound, Dean finished cleaning the blood from Sam's face and neck. Next he decided to look at Sam's knee. "Ok Sammy…we need to get these jeans off so I can take a look at your knee…can you do it or do you need me to help?"

"I think the knee is dislocated Dean…you'll have to help me get them off." Sam groaned as the movement caused pain to shoot up his leg. Sure enough, once the pants were off, the knee cap was resting on the side of his leg.

"Ok Sam, hold on while I pop it back in…this might hurt a little!" Dean grimaced as he heard his brother grunt in pain. After the knee cap was snapped back in, Dean quickly cleaned the grazed skin and then wrapped the knee in an ace bandage. "I'll be right back Sam…I need to get some ice for that knee, it's already swelling…you just stay put!" Dean grabbed the ice bucket and was out the door before Sam could say anything.

As Dean came back into the room, Sam sat watching his older brother with his arms crossed over his chest. Dean knew that look…he wasn't going to be able to avoid the discussion much longer. The problem was, he didn't know what there was to discuss…he couldn't remember why he had started to cross the street. Sam continued to wait patiently as Dean filled the ice bag and placed it carefully on Sam's knee. Dean knew he would probably need to run out and pick up a set of crutches, Sam's knee wouldn't be able to hold his full weight for a few days.

Sighing, Dean finally sat on the other bed and looked at Sam. "Look, I'm sorry you got hurt…I don't know why I was crossing the street…I just…was" Dean ran a hand through his hair, once again realizing how tired he was. Sam was still looking at Dean as if waiting for more information. Dean decided to pull rank. "Sam, we can figure this out tomorrow…right now, all I want to do is get some sleep…do you need anything else before I hit the sack?"

"Ah…well, I probably should make a pit stop in the bathroom, I'm not sure I can get there on my own and I don't think my bladder will wait until morning." Sam decided to let the subject drop for now. But he knew that he would be keeping a watch on his big brother for a few days…something didn't feel right and Sam knew that when he had this feeling, he needed to be careful…his senses normally were on the mark when it came to sensing trouble.

A half hour later, Dean had helped Sam to the bathroom, provided him with some pain killers and helped settle his little brother back into bed. He removed his clothes, placed his favorite knife under his pillow, rolled onto his stomach and closed his eyes. He just hoped that Sam would get through the night without a nightmare…Dean really needed a good nights sleep.

A few hours before dawn, Dean moaned in his sleep. He sat up in the bed and looked over towards Sam…his brother was sleeping soundly for a change. Shaking his head, he tried to figure out what had woken him up from a sound sleep. Getting up to go to the bathroom, he stopped to look out the window across the parking lot. He thought he saw a shadow of movement. Moving closer to the door, Dean paused as he heard it again…the soft lilting sounds of the prettiest music he had ever heard.

Without stopping, Dean opened the door and stepped out into the cool night air. He looked across the parking lot and was stunned to see the most beautiful woman standing there. She was wearing jeans and a short cut white tank top. Her blonde hair flowed around her heart shaped face, caught in the evening breeze. Dean watched as she continued to walk towards him, her eyes fixed on his, almost calling to him.

Dean shivered as he felt the music fill the emptiness in him…he felt contented…at peace for the first time in a long time. Dean smiled as he walked towards the beautiful young woman…as he got closer, he could see her smile…it lit up her whole face reaching up to her sky blue eyes. The woman placed her hand on Dean's arm, caressing him. Dean moaned as his body responded to the woman. "Hey there, my name is Dean. Who are you?" He asked placing his hand on her hip…he just wanted to kiss her.

"Hello Dean…my name is Alexandria…you can call me Alex. You and I are going to have a wonderful time together Dean…but it's too soon…we need more time to get to know each other." She looked towards the motel room where Sam still lay sleeping. She frowned as she sensed something...she sensed a power lying within that could threaten her.

Dean noticed the change in Alex, she seemed to be withdrawing from him. "What's wrong Alex…tell me and I will try to fix it" Dean almost pleaded. He couldn't let this woman go, he had to have her.

Alex looked back at Dean and smiled once more. "Shhh love, we have time…soon you and I will be together…your strength will become mine. But for now, let us kiss and part ways…the dawn will be here soon. I will come to you again…do not fear" Dean shivered as once again he felt Alex touch him, leaning close to him, she kissed Dean, allowing him to explore her mouth with his. It was a gentle meeting, full of promise. Dean groaned he wanted more…he needed more, but all too soon, Alex broke off the kiss, leaving Dean feeling emptier than before. "Please" Dean cried as he fell to his knees.

"Soon my love…but for now I must go" Alex turned and slowly walked back in the same direction she had come from. Dean watched her go, tears running down his cheeks unchecked. He felt as if part of him was leaving with her. He wanted to follow, but his body was too weak…he felt drained and light headed as he listened to the music playing in his mind. He didn't feel the cold air on his body…he didn't feel the rocks from the parking lot dig into his knees and he never felt himself falling as he surrendered himself to the music that was her.

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Sam woke with a start…he could see the dawn through the thin curtains covering the window. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Sam looked to see how Dean was doing, but the bed his brother normally slept in was empty! Suddenly Sam noticed the open doorway to their room…Dean would never have left the door open with Sam sleeping inside. Ignoring the pain in his knee, Sam hopped over to the door and went outside. Quickly scanning the parking lot, he finally found what he was looking for…a familiar figure was laying near the edge of the parking lot…it was Dean!

"Dean" Sam called as he continued to limp awkwardly towards the still form of his brother. Dean didn't move as Sam continued to call him. It seemed like forever, before Sam finally reached his older brother. He couldn't get down on his knee, so he lowered himself to the pavement next to his brother. Gently rolling his brother over, Sam began to look for injuries. But there were no apparent wounds or bruises to explain his brother unconscious state.

"Dean…come on Dean…wake up!" Sam said as he gently patted his brother's face. A few moments later Sam was rewarded with a groan from his brother as he finally opened his eyes. Dean sat up and looked around with a puzzled look on his face. "What the hell…Sammy, what are you doing out here!"

Sam shook his head "Well bro' I think the better question is what are you doing out here in nothing but your briefs!" Sam would have laughed at the astonished look on his brother's face, if he hadn't been so worried about Dean. Something was definitely wrong with his big brother and he was going to find out…even if he had to tie Dean to the bed to do it!

TBC

Raven524: Ok…cudo's to the reviewers who guessed at this stories bad guy… or in this case girl. She is a Siren…of sorts, with a few twists thrown in. Since I couldn't transport Sam and Dean to ancient Greece, I decided to bring a piece of greek mythology here. Yes, that's right…I'm a mythology geek and proud of it! Anyway…thanks to all those who have taken the time to review the story so far…all I have to say is WOW! Please keep the reviews coming…they are the food to feed the writers soul!