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Dean's Song

Chapter 6 –Evil Identified

"You can't stop me…he will be mine"

Sam groaned as he heard someone calling to him. He tried to open his eyes, but the pain in his body was too great. He tried to roll over, but the voice was insistent.

"Damn it Sammy…wake your sorry ass up this minute…come on man…I gotta go to the bathroom!" Dean had woken up over an hour ago and had patiently waited for Sam to wake up, but now he was getting panicked. He had been calling to Sam for almost an hour and his brother wasn't responding. To make matters worse, he couldn't get out of the damn ropes.

"Sammy…when I get loose, I swear to god, I'm going to kill your sorry ass…wake up!"

Sam opened his eyes and looked over towards the noise in the room. "Dean?" Sam croaked, trying to figure out why his brother looked so angry.

"Finally…Sam, could you help me out over here!" Dean glared, as Sam sat up and smiled slightly as he saw his brother tied to the bed.

"Dean… you kinky devil you…I never knew!" Sam laughed slightly, trying to get his foggy mind to focus on the task at hand. Before Dean could warn him…Sam took a step and immediately fell to the ground, howling in pain.

"Great move college boy…how many times are you going to do that before you remember to grab the cane sitting by the bed?" Dean rolled his eyes…if Sam didn't hurry, he was going to have to change the sheets soon…and then there would be a murder in town.

"Sorry Dean…hold on…I'm coming!" Sam grunted as he pulled his body the rest of the way on the floor, reaching over, he pulled himself up to sit on the bed beside his angry brother. "I'm sorry Dean, but I had to do something to keep you from sleep walking again last night…I just couldn't keep my eyes open…it just seemed like the best thing to do…" Sam move aside as Dean barreled off the bed and headed for the bathroom.

Sam sighed, he knew that Dean was going to be mad. But right now he didn't seem to care. His eyes felt so heavy. His stomach was also starting to hurt. Groaning again, Sam used the nightstand to hobble back over to his own bed…let Dean kill him, the way he felt now, it would be a mercy killing.

Dean splashed cold water on his face, trying to calm down before facing Sam. He understood why Sam had tied him to the bed…hell, he probably would have done the same thing if the situation was reversed…but he and his brother were going to have to come up with an answer soon. Dean couldn't stand not being in control of his surroundings. He was too good a hunter to not realize, that he should have sensed himself being tied…that meant that he was a danger to both himself and Sam.

Dean exited the bathroom, ready to spar with his little brother. "Ok Sam…lets talk about your idea of keeping me safe" Dean stopped as he saw his brother sprawled across the bed, his face flushed with fever. "Sammy…hey little brother, what's wrong?" Dean sat on the bed and pulled back at the heat he felt in his little brother's body. He gently rolled Sam over and patted him gently on the cheek. "Sammy…come on wake up for me?"

Sam groaned as once again he tried to respond to his brother's voice. "Dean…I think….Oh God, I think I'm going to be sick!" Dean ran to get the garbage can and just made it in time for Sam to lose last nights meal. He gently patted Sam's back as his brother continued to retch into the can. After a few moments, Sam lay back on the bed and put his arm over his eyes. He felt totally spent.

"Sammy…do you know what's wrong with you?" Dean asked again as he returned with a wet washcloth.

"Mmmm…I'm, not sure Dean…I mean, maybe I've come down with the flu or something…it feels like flu…I'm sorry Dean…I should be helping you, not lying here. Just give me a minute" Sam started to try to sit up, but Dean held his shoulders down on the bed.

"No way…you're too sick. Hold on while I get you something to settle your stomach. Then I'll run out and get some soup…and before you say anything, I'm fine…nothing happened last night…but if you tie me up again…I swear to God, you better start running before I get loose!" Dean smiled to lighten his words, hoping to see his brother smile.

"Fine Dean, but be careful ok…I don't know what I will do if you get into trouble…I don't think I can watch your back right now" Sam looked away from Dean, the frustration evident in his body language. "Sam…don't worry ok…I'll be right back!"

"Famous last words" Sam muttered as he watched his brother grab his keys and head for the car.

ooooooooo

Alex paced her home angrily. She hadn't counted on the brother being able to protect his brother from her advances. She had tried to enter the room when Dean hadn't appeared to her call, but was thwarted by the salt that had been placed to keep her out. Damn him…she would not be denied.

She would have to be more careful…and next time, she would take her chosen…she just needed one more chance and he would he hers!

ooooooooo

Dean hurried to pick up what he needed. He couldn't figure out what had happened to Sam, but somehow he thought it might be more than the flu. He knew that his brother's illness had something to do with what was going on…he needed to focus and solve the puzzle before both of them ended up getting hurt or killed.

As Dean entered the motel room, he smiled as he saw his brother's eyes find him and his body relax. The poor kid had stayed awake the whole time, trying to watch his back. Dean knew that Sam was just as protective of him as he was of Sam…but he could tell that Sam was really worried this time. "Hey kiddo…are you feeling any better?" Dean asked as he put the food on the table.

"Yeah, a little…at least my stomach is not protesting too bad any more" Sam sighed as he reached for his cane and stood to join his brother at the table. Sam closed his eyes for a moment as he waited for the dizziness to leave him. Walking over to the table…he ignored the food and opened his father's journal. While he was waiting for Dean, he had been mulling over what they knew so far. He remembered reading something in his Dad's journal about a supernatural being that could control people using sound…and his course in Greek mythology, was finally returning to him.

"Dean…I think I know what we may be up against here…just give me a moment to check something in Dad's journal."

Dean watched as Sam began reading, a smile suddenly spreading across his face. "Well big brother, only you could be attacked by something from ancient Greece…but I never knew that they existed…of course, who would have thought that vampires existed?"

"Damn it Sammy…just spill it…what are we dealing with here?"

"It appears that we are dealing with a Siren Dean….and if Dad's notes are correct, we need to do something quickly before you are completely under her spell."

TBC