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Dean's Song

Chapter 17 – Trap Set

Sam forced his eyes open once more as he heard Missouri's voice. "Missouri…how?" Sam rasped.

"A friend brought me…boys, I'd like you to meet my friend Matthew…he's kinda in the same business as you are…a hunter long before you and your Daddy started." Missouri stepped further into the room as the man entered.

"Howdy boys…I hear you're having a little problem…how about I give you a hand?" Matthew sized up the two boys as he entered the room. Both boys looked like they had been to hell and back…the older boy had to be the protector…he could see from the way he held himself that he would be a force to reckon with. The other boy was looking at him through glazed eyes, and yet he could almost see the wheels moving trying to determine if he was a threat or not.

"Ah…sure" Dean said as he looked at Missouri, not realizing that he was looking for reassurance from her regarding the stranger. The man had a dangerous air about him…almost like an older version of his father. But Dean didn't trust easily…especially when it came to his little brother's safety.

"Now don' you fret Dean, Matthew has spent most of his life hunting one bad thing or another. He's especially good at finding and getting rid of troublesome spirits and poltergeists…which unless I miss my guess is what we are dealing with here." Missouri closed her eyes, letting her senses tell her what she needed to know.

Matthew also had closed his eyes as if listening to something that no one else could hear. Dean watched as both turned to each other and nodded in silent communication. "Ok…so, can anyone tell me what's going on here…I've had just about enough fun to last me a while!" Dean sat on the bed next to Sam, keeping an eye on his brother while trying to figure out what was going on with Missouri and Matthew.

Matthew cleared his throat and looked at Dean. "Sorry son, Missouri should have told you that I have over the years developed an ability to sense the presence of spirits or poltergeists…much in the same way that Missouri can, but maybe not as well." Matthew smiled as he looked at the woman standing in the middle of the room.

"Oh hush…we can all catch up later…right now, we have to get rid of that spirit." Missouri nodded towards Sam. Sam had been unusually quiet during the exchange. Normally the one to ask questions, Sam had simply stared at Missouri…almost pleading with her silently.

Missouri walked cautiously over to Sam and placed a comforting hand on his arm. "I know Sam…I can feel her. Do you think you can hold on for just a short time? Your brother needs to help us get some things ready…then we'll make it better."

"Not sure…it hurts Missouri…the sound…all I can hear is her in my head…can you stop it…please just make it stop!" Sam hated the pathetic sound of his voice; he hated having to beg for help. He struggled to keep the tears from falling…not wanting to appear weak to the stranger in the room. He reminded him a lot of his father and Sam never cried in front of his father.

Suddenly, Sam's eyes rolled back into his head and his body started to twitch. Dean moved to roll Sam onto his side once more, recognizing the second seizure for what it was. "Help me hold him…he's having a seizure!"

Matthew quickly walked over to the bed and helped Dean keep Sam from hurting himself. He looked at Missouri. "Get the salt and crystals…we need to secure him now before this gets worse!" Without a word Missouri left the room to grab what they needed.

"Dean, I'll tell you everything you need to know in a few moments, but for now will you trust me enough to do what I tell you...Sam's life as well as ours may depend on it!" Matthew looked at the young hunter, realizing that he was asking a lot of him. He saw deep green eyes looking at him, judging him and then accepting him.

"What do you need me to do?" Dean said quietly, groaning slightly as Sam's fist hit him in the ribs.

"We need to secure Sam so that he can't hurt himself. Then we need to place the crystals and salt around the bed to trap any psychic energy…but first, we need Sam to call the spirit to him…all of it." Matthew saw the young man's gaze look towards his brother.

"Are you nuts, you want Sam to let this thing get hold of him? It will destroy him…can't you see what it's doing to him already!"

Sam groaned, fighting to open his eyes. He heard what the old hunter had said and he knew that he was right…only Sam could hold the spirit until it was time to get rid of it. He took a shuddered breath and opened his eyes, grabbing Dean's wrist weakly.

"Sammy…thank God…are you ok little brother?" Dean turned his worried gaze to his brother's pale face.

"Dean…not much time…do as he says…all of it…the only way," Sam coughed and grabbed for his stomach, crying out in pain. He looked at the old hunter who simply patted him on the shoulder.

"You understand what I'm asking you to do boy? It won't be easy on you…it could kill you. But I don't see any other way…the spirit has latched onto you, so you have to be the one to hold it." Matthew watched as the young man in front of him started to pull himself together. He marveled at the strength that it must be taking for Sam to even stay conscious, much less to begin the battle that would ensue.

"Sam, listen to me…this is important…you must hold her, but do not let her take complete control…do you hear me…use your abilities to confine her…according to Missouri, you should be able to do this with one arm tied behind your back…just hold her until we can get her confined, then you must expel her into the area around you until we can cleanse her from the house and you…do you understand?" Matthew had to lean closer to hear the whispered response.

"Understand…will hold her…just make sure…make sure all of you are safe…please…don't let me hurt…I can't be responsible anymore…don't want to hurt anyone!" Sam looked between both Matthew and Dean, hoping they understood him as he once again closed his eyes, preparing for his part in the battle to come.

Dean started to argue, but then remembered how he felt being sidelined earlier. Each of them had a role to play, including his little brother. Looking at the older hunter, he saw that the man understood. Dean briefly squeezed Sam's hand. "Ok Sammy…you just rest for a few moments ok…we'll all be here when you come back."

Missouri entered the room with a knapsack from the car. She looked at the three men in the room and could sense that they had all come to an agreement. Sighing with relief, she handed the rope to Dean. "I'm sorry honey, but it's for his own good…he might hurt himself if we don't restrain him."

Dean smiled sadly, stroking Sam's forehead before replying. "No problem…right Sammy? By the way, if you have to go to the bathroom, now would be a good time…cause, you never know how long it will be before we can untie you…remember payback can be a real bitch!"

Sam opened his eyes and smiled "Jerk!"

Matthew looked at Missouri who merely shrugged. "I never have understood the Winchester sense of humor…hurry Dean, we don't have much time…I can sense the spirit…she won't be patient much longer!"

Dean and Matthew quickly tied Sam to the bed, making sure that the ropes were tight, but would not hurt Sam. Dean and Matthew pulled the bed into the center of the room so that Missouri could make a partial ring of salt around the bed. Next Matthew instructed Dean on the placement of the crystals in the proper sequence. Once again, leaving one crystal to be placed once Sam had trapped the spirit.

"Ok, Missouri…you need to wait outside the room. Dean and I can finish this…start getting the other things ready…we'll meet you in the kitchen shortly." Matthew watched as Missouri bristled but eventually nodded and left the room.

"Boy you're in for it now Dude…I know that look from Missouri and she was pissed!" Dean smirked.

"Better mad than hurt…we have to be quick here Dean. As soon as the spirit attacks Sam, you need to place the crystal here and I will complete the salt ring. We have to be quick as the spirit will attack us as soon as it understands what we are trying to do." Matthew looked at Sam on the bed, concerned by the obviously weakened condition of the young man.

"Don't worry…if Sammy says he can do it…he will…my brother is one of the strongest men I know!" Dean said quietly, praying that his brother would be strong enough this time.

TBC

Raven524: Here is the next chapter as promised…let me know what you think!