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Dean's Song

Chapter 14 – Old Hunter

Dean paused as he saw the stricken look on his brother's face. Sam turned and started to get to his feet, groaning as he put weight on his leg. "Look Sam…I didn't mean"

Sam held up his hand and said in a tired voice. "It's ok Dean…let's just get you patched up so we can get out of here" Sam refused to look at Dean. He had seen the fear in his brother's eyes…fear that he had put there because he couldn't stop the Siren. He would get his brother to safety and then he would deal with the Siren. Sam reached down and helped Dean to his feet, concerned by the paleness on his brother's face.

"Here, sit on the bed…I'm going to see if I can find a first aid kit…we need to get that shoulder fixed and tape your ribs." Sam didn't wait to see if Dean agreed. He needed to get out of the room and get his emotions under control.

Dean sighed as he watched his brother hobble from the room. He should have insisted that Sam stay here; he knew that his brother was still in bad shape. He looked around the room and saw the damage…maybe they should move to another room. Dean knew that he still had to take care of the Siren's remains, but right now, he didn't have enough energy to deal with it. "It's not like your going any where babe…don't worry; I'll take care of you as soon as Sammy and I get patched up!"

Dean got to his feet and gasped as the room tilted…he felt so tired, all he wanted to do right now was sleep. But first he had to fix things with Sam. He hadn't meant to hurt his brother…it was just he didn't understand Sam's powers and he definitely didn't like what they did to his brother…Dean didn't like the feeling that he couldn't help…it was his job to fix things for Sam, but this; he couldn't fix. Hell, he couldn't even get close enough to Sam to help him. Dean used the walls of the hallway to help him stagger towards the kitchen.

"Dean…I thought I told you to stay put!" Sam hobbled quicker to catch Dean before he could pitch forward.

"Just wanted to get a new view…the other room was trashed." Dean's eyes were beginning to close again and he could feel himself sliding down the wall.

"Dean…stay with me for just a few more minutes…I don't think I can carry you!" Sam tried to hold Dean up, but his leg wouldn't take the strain. Sam watched in frustration as his brother collapsed on the floor in front of him, unconscious once more.

Sam put his head back against the wall, feeling defeated. But he couldn't give up…Dean would have found a way, hell he had helped Sam before with a wounded shoulder. "Ok Dean…I guess we can't do things the easy way can we." Reaching under Dean's arms, Sam gently dragged his brother into the nearest bedroom. This room was larger than the last. It had two single beds and looked like it had its own bathroom.

Sam pulled Dean to the closest bed and lifted him into the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, trying to catch his breath. Running a shaky hand through his hair, he glanced at his brother. He pulled out his cell phone thinking that he should call for an ambulance…it would get both of them out here. Before he could dial, he felt the pain in his head once again…the phone flew across the room and hit the wall, breaking on impact.

"No, not now…I have to take care of Dean!" Sam pushed back as he felt the blood begin to run from his nose. Once again, he felt the Siren weaken…he had to work fast. He wasn't sure how long he could keep her from gaining more control.

Sam removed Dean's shirt and started to work on the shoulder wound. Finally, he taped his brother's ribs. He didn't have another shirt for Dean and he was too tired to go out to the car…of course, he didn't know exactly where it was…only Dean knew where he had left it. "Ok Dean, I'll take the first watch…you just try to get some sleep!"

Sam wasn't sure if Dean heard him or not. In a way, he was glad that Dean wasn't awake. He wasn't sure that he could face his brother's fear…at least Dean had been honest for a change regarding Sam's abilities…he was right. Until Sam could get control…he was a danger to all those around him. As soon as they got out of here…Sam would have to consider leaving again. He could accept that Dean would protect him from demons and other things that went bump in the night…but Sam could not live with himself if he was the cause of Dean's pain or worse yet, his death. Sam bowed his head as he was once again faced with his own curse…to be alone.

ooooooooo

Missouri opened the front door before the man outside could knock. "You know Missouri; it would be nice if you at least let me knock…it's a little unnerving to have the door open before hand!"

Matthew entered the modest home, smiling at the black woman in front of him. He had known Missouri since she was a child…in fact, together, the two of them had learned a great deal about the evils that lurked in the dark of night.

Matthew was a tall man who was in excellent shape for a man who had just turned 60. The gray hair and beard could not hide the muscular frame of the man with piercing blue eyes. He had been a hunter since he was 16 years old…the time he found out that things that went bump in the night, could kill those we love. He had lost both of his parents to a particularly vicious poltergeist. Since that time, he had become an expert hunter...especially when it came to getting rid of troublesome spirits or poltergeists.

"Matthew…you're lookin' good…I'm glad you came!" Missouri followed the older man into the kitchen. "We don't have much time…we need to get on the road as soon as you finish your coffee…I'm afraid those boys don't have much time left."

"Let me guess…we're dealing with some form of spirit or poltergeist right?" Matthew began to drink the coffee as he looked at the worried expression on his friends face.

"Yes, it's a spirit…but this one was from one who was cursed. I'm afraid that we are going to have to do more than just burn the bones on this one…we will need to purge her from the house and…" Missouri looked at Matthew, almost afraid to give voice to her own fears.

"I'm not sure, but I think that one of the boys…Sam, may have part of the thing in him…we may need to do an exorcism of both the house and the boy!" Missouri's eyes filled with tears as she thought about what they would have to do to get rid of the spirit…if what she had seen was true…poor Sam was in for it. This of course, meant his brother would suffer right along with him.

"Don't worry Missouri…I'm assuming you have everything we need?" Matthew didn't know these boys, but if they were important to Missouri…well, then they were important to him.

Missouri shook her head. "Ok then, let's get on the road…we're losing daylight!" Matthew said as he drained the last of the coffee and headed for the door.

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Sam was sitting beside Dean's bed, using a cool washcloth to wipe the sweat from Dean's forehead. He was worried about the fever that was starting to burn in Dean. He had gone out to get some water and fever reducers, but he had to wait for Dean to wake up to take them.

Dean moaned and tried to sit up "Sammy!" Dean yelled, still caught in whatever nightmare he was in.

"Shhh…Dean, it's ok…I'm right here. Look you are running a fever. You need to take these pills to help reduce the fever." Sam helped Dean take the pills and drink the water. Dean looked at Sam. He wasn't looking well at all. His brother looked exhausted and there was a flush to his cheeks which meant his fever was probably on the rise again.

"Sammy…you need to take care of yourself too…you need to rest!" Dean started to sit up, but was pushed back down by Sam. He noticed that Sam still didn't look him in the eye, but rather quickly looked away. Dean figured they better have a talk right now before his brother could work himself up any further…"Ah…look Sam, about what I said earlier."

Sam suddenly stood up, a glazed look in his eyes. He grabbed at his head and fell to the floor, crying out in pain. Dean tried to get to Sam, but hesitated for a second…the last time he tried to approach Sam, he had been thrown around like a paper doll. "Sammy?" Dean asked quietly, hoping that he wouldn't spook his brother.

"Dean…Oh God, not again!" Sam rose unsteadily to his feet, fisting his hands in his hair. "Dean…don't follow me…I mean it! It…I…can't protect you…stay here!" Sam hobbled from the room and closed the door behind him. Reaching for the key, he locked the door on his brother and stumbled down the hall.

Dean got out of the bed and moved towards the door…trying the door, he couldn't believe that it was locked…"Sammy…Damn it! Open this door right now!" Dean cried as he pounded on the door. But Sam was not listening to Dean…he was listening to the dark music that was filling his mind once more.

TBC