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Dean's Song

Chapter 13 – Fear Unleashed

Dean winced as a large book hit his injured shoulder. "Damn it…what the hell is going on…we killed the Siren—Sammy are you sure it's not your.."

"No Dean…not me...ahhh" Sam grabbed his head as the pain began to increase just as it had when the Siren called to Dean. Sam tried to get a look at his brother; he had to know if Dean was also being affected. But hefound that he couldn't speak, he couldn't get past the pain.

"Jeez---Sammy I gotta burn the bitch we have to make sure she's gone…Sammy?" Dean glanced at his brother and noticed that he was holding his head, the pain evident on his face. "Sammy what's wrong?" Dean jumped up and went to sit beside Sam. He ducked again as another object came close to hitting him. Why were the objects only being aimed at him…nothing seemed to be going near Sam.

Sam groaned, his head felt like it was going to explode. "Dean…feels like …my head…I can't." Sam felt something pressing against him, taking his air…it was the same sensation as when the Siren had tried to take his life force. Sam's eyes closed and his breathing became labored once more.

"That's it Sam…you are going to the hospital, no more arguments!" Dean reached for Sam but was shocked as he was thrown against the wall of the room. "Damn it Sam, no more goofing around…your powers are going haywire, probably due to the poison…just calm down and let me help you!" Dean knew that whenever Sam used his powers, it took a lot out of him. Sam was showing all the signs of an episode…but he couldn't figure out why his powers would chose now to kick in…they weren't in any danger any more.

Dean stood up, feeling the pain in his shoulder as the bullet wound began to bleed again. The latest hit had broken open the wound. Dean moved carefully towards Sam, trying to keep his voice calm. "Sammy…it will be ok, just let me help…arghhhh!" Dean felt himself propelled once again across the room, only this time he wasn't as lucky…his rib cage made direct contact with the dresser…he certainly hoped the crack he heard was the dresser and not his rib. Dean felt himself falling to the floor, but he fought back against the darkness threatening to claim him.

Sam could see what was happening, but he was powerless to do anything. He could feel the spirit of the Siren pushing to gain more access to him…he could feel himself slipping into darkness.

"NO…I won't let you take over…you have no power over me!" Sam tried to focus through the fog that surrounded him.

"Oh but I do…you created the bridge, I just decided to cross over…you drank in some of my essence when I kissed you…you have allowed me to remain." The Sirens voice circled around in Sam's head, he could hear the song echoing, calling to him to surrender.

"I will fight you…you could not have Dean and you will not have me…it's time for you to move on" Sam could feel the music building, this time it brought pain…waves of pain.

"Move on to what…the curse follows me even into death…I will not be joined with the one I love, he is not waiting for me…all I see is darkness. I don't like the dark, so I will remain here. You will not be able to resist me for long…part of me is already here." The Siren continued to assault Sam, using her voice to entice and punish.

"You have no power anymore, you will leave…I will not give in to you…stronger things than you have tried and failed." Sam used his mind to push and he felt the Siren's hold weaken.

"You will lose Sam…you will give in to me or you will watch your brother die! Watch what I can do!"

Sam opened his eyes and tried to warn his brother, but no sound came. The Siren had found a way to silence his voice. He was trapped in his own body, unable to move and only able to watch in horror as he saw his brother picked up and thrown against the wall with enough force that the plaster cracked.

"Sammy! You have to get control of your powers…please Sam…ahhh!" Dean felt himself dropping to the floor, his legs giving out as the damage to his body finally refused to let him continue. "Sammy!" Dean whispered as he tried to reach for the bed where his brother lay staring at him…he knew that his rib was cracked, hopefully it didn't puncture a lung. His body was bruised and the blood from his shoulder was now soaking his shirt. Dean sighed as he lost the battle to stay conscious.

Sam struggled to get to his brother…he had to help him. But all he heard before darkness claimed him was the laughter of the Siren in his mind.

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In Lawrence Kansas, Missouri woke up from sleep, the images in her mind disturbing her. "Oh my!" She exclaimed as she quickly got out of bed. She paced her room sorting through the images trying to get a better picture of what the boys were up against. "Those boys…I swear, they are just a magnet for trouble!" Missouri said to the air.

Picking up the phone, she paused…she should let John know that his boys were in trouble, but he would just go charging in…he wouldn't want to do what had to be done. Shaking her head and hoping she was making the right choice, she made the call…"Hello Matthew, it's been a long time…but I need your help!"

Missouri hung up the phone and got dressed. She knew that Matthew would be here by morning and then they would need to leave…they had a long road to travel to get to the boys and she had to get things ready. She just hoped that they would get there in time.

Looking at the phone one more time, Missouri toyed with calling John...he had a right to know that his sons were in trouble. She knew that if he found out that she hadn't called him, there would be hell to pay. But as far as she knew, he wouldn't respond…he never did. Besides, the boys didn't need to have any more guilt laid on them…something John was good at unfortunately. She could sense that when this was through, both boys were going to need to be spoken to…and John definitely was not the one to handle that type of conversation.

Missouri loved John, but she loved his boys even more. So this time, she decided to follow her heart…she would help the boys and worry about John later.

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Sam groaned as he forced his eyes open. His body was so weak, he could barely move. His head felt like it was full of cotton batting…but at least for now, he was himself. He slowly sat up and waited for the room to finish spinning before he put his legs over the side. He had to get to Dean. As he stood, his knee threatened to give out on him…a white hot pain shooting up his leg letting him know that it was far from healed. He held onto the bed as he worked his way over towards his brother.

"Dean…hey…are you ok?" Sam asked as he slid down on the floor next to the silent form of his brother. He reached over and carefully turned Dean over, blanching when he was the pool of blood beneath him. "Dean…Oh my God, your shoulder has opened up! We need to get you out of here. Sam gently felt over Dean's body, assessing his injuries. He frowned as his brother groaned when he touched his ribs.

Sam gently pulled up his brother's shirt, the bruising was extensive. He felt along Dean's rib cage and could feel at least two broken ribs. "Shit man…I'm so sorry…Dean" Sam's mind knew that he wasn't to blame for the damage…but his heart wouldn't let him off so easily. Once again, if he had been stronger, he should have been able to stop what happened.

Sam smiled slightly as he felt his brother begin to show signs that he was coming to. "Come on Dean…wake up for me will you?"

Dean moaned and opened his eyes…for a second; he couldn't remember where he was or what had happened. But when he saw his brother, his memory returned. For the first time in his life, Dean was afraid of his brother. "Jeez Sam…you gotta get those powers of yours under control…I don't know if I can survive another one of your episodes Dude!"

Sam's world came crashing down….

TBC

Raven524: Sorry for the delay…let me know what you think about the latest chapter…hopefully will get the next one out sometime tomorrow!