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Dean's Song

Chapter 25– New Battle

Dean watched in horror as a spirit began to materialize in front of Sam. He was a young man, not much older than Dean. The spirit only spoke one word "Why?" before it started to move closer to Sam. Dean wished he had his gun with rock salt…but decided to use the one Matthew had given him.

"Get away from him!" Dean shouted as he fired at the spirit. The spirit's body evaporated. Dean looked at Matthew.

"Pure Iron rounds…best way to repel a spirit…but stay alert Dean, there are more on the way!" Matthew watched in fascination as another spirit seemed to be manifesting near the ceiling. Once again, the spirit ignored everyone in the room except for Sam. Matthew took aim and fired, causing the spirit to disappear.

"What the hell is going on?" Dean asked as he continued to search the room. No one had been paying attention to Missouri, who had disappeared from the room, only to return with a box of salt.

Matthew grabbed the salt from Missouri and quickly placed it around Sam's bed. Dean watched as Missouri reached into her pocket and removed some crystals. She placed them around the bed as well. "That should do it for now…but we have to get this boy out of here fast, before something more dangerous is attracted to him."

"Hold on a minute…someone here needs to tell me what is going on!" Dean said impatiently as he moved towards Sam's bed.

Matthew shook his head and looked at Missouri. "I'm not sure why, but I can feel spirits gathering in the house…that shouldn't be happening since we purified the house earlier…they shouldn't be drawn here."

"I don't know for shore…but I think that somehow Sam is drawing them to him. When I touched him, I felt like some of my psychic energy was being drawn away from me towards Sam…Dean, have you noticed anything like this before?" Missouri looked at Sam with concerned eyes.

"You mean that Sam has become some sort of beacon for wayward spirits?" Dean asked, not believing what he was hearing. "Come on…I know that supernatural things are drawn to his freaky powers, but not like this...at least never to this extent." Dean watched as Sam opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, tears falling from his eyes.

"Dean…help me…please…Oh God, can't stop it anymore" Sam's breathing started to hitch as he felt the panic growing. He could feel the spirit in his mind, begging him to let him go…angry at him. It didn't make any sense. "Dean…what's happening to me?"

"Take it easy little brother, that's what we're trying to figure out here. Just take a slow easy breath, that's right…in…out…in…out…good. We need to take a little road trip here shortly, so you just try to relax until then." Dean lightly patted Sam on the shoulder as he rose to face Matthew and Missouri.

"What do we need to do to help Sammy?" Dean asked as he looked towards Missouri.

"Well, first thing we need to do is get that boy out of here…there are too many unsettled spirits. I'm guessing that these are the spirits of those poor souls who lost their lives to the Siren. We released them from being bound to the house by removing the curse…but for some reason, they are still unable to leave…I wish I knew, but I don't. Maybe if we get him away from here, they will be free to travel on." Missouri sat by Sam, but didn't touch him, a thoughtful look on her face.

"Well the salt will repel the spirits from reaching Sam and the crystals should keep whatever beacon Sam is sending from calling anything else to him…but I agree with you Missouri…we need to get these boys out of here tonight. Dean, are you up to a long drive?" Matthew asked, already knowing the answer.

"You bet…but to where?"

"I have a secluded cabin on a lake in Michigan…it's less than a days drive from here. It's a place I go to when I need some down time. Dean, why don't you go get your car and pull it out front…Missouri, do you have any more of those crystals?" Matthew started taking charge…it reminded Dean a lot of his father…he almost responded with a 'yes sir'.

Missouri shook her head. "No, I only brought a few of each kind of crystal…we'll have to place the crystals in the car after we move Sam…He'll be vulnerable for a short period of time, but I don't see no other way around it."

"I need to stop at the motel to check out and grab our stuff before we take off...the computer is still there and I have a feeling we're going to need it." Dean wished he had taken the time to pack the car before he came after Sam…but he couldn't change that now.

Without further discussion, Dean and Matthew quickly packed up what was at the bed and breakfast and pulled Dean's car around so that it was just outside the front door of the house. Missouri stayed with Sam, trying to keep him calm. She sensed the anxiety growing in the boy and was worried; they certainly didn't need any more surprises.

"You just relax Sam…your brother and Matthew will have everything ready in a jiffy. I know you're scared, but we'll figure this thing out." Missouri wanted to grab Sam and hold him to reassure the young man, but for the first time in her life, she found herself afraid. She knew that Sam had powerful abilities…but this, the ability to draw powers from others…no wonder the Demon was afraid of Sam.

"Missouri…my head, it hurts…he wants out…why can't he leave?" Sam gasped as the pain in his head continued to build. He tried to fight, but he couldn't…he was so tired.

"Stay awake Sam honey, it won't be much longer before we can get you into the car. I'm hoping once you leave here…whoever has jumped in your head will jump back out…but you need to relax and stay calm….Sam…Sam…can you hear me boy?" Missouri sighed as she watched Sam's eyes close.

Sam woke up, but this time the room around him looked new. He sat up on the bed and was surprised that his body felt fine for the first time in days, he had no pain. He wondered briefly what had happened to Dean, when he heard a noise in the front of the house. Curious, Sam headed towards the sound.

As he entered the living room, he noticed a man standing by the fireplace. As he turned towards Sam, his blood froze…the man standing before him had the face of the spirit…he was dreaming!

"Well, I wondered how long it would be before you joined me. It's been so long…why would you want to keep me prisoner here…are you related to the witch?"

"Who are you?" Sam asked

"My name is Stan…I'm surprised Alex never mentioned me to you. After all, I was her first!" The spirit began walking towards Sam.

"You're the one that Alex asked the witch to place the spell on?" Sam asked as the pieces began to fit. It made sense that he would have been trapped in the house…trapped by the same curse that had ended in his death.

"Yes, I was lured away from my home, my life by the whim of a witch. Are you a witch as well?"

"No…no…I don't know why you are here…I certainly don't want you here…if you want to leave, then just leave…I won't stop you!" Sam watched cautiously as the spirit stopped in front of him, looking at him as if he was trying to determine the truth of what Sam was saying.

"How can you not know that you are a witch? Only a witch could trap my spirit in the manner that you have done. I tell you now witch…I will no longer suffer this curse alone…I will make you suffer until you release me!" Stan launched at Sam, knocking him to the ground he began to hit Sam in the face, over and over again.

But this time, Sam did nothing to stop the spirit…he couldn't. Deep down, Sam felt that somehow this was his fault…once again his powers were hurting someone…he deserved whatever happened to him.

Missouri jerked from the bed, wanting to shake Sam, but knowing that if she touched him, she might lose herself to him. She opted for yelling at the stubborn boy. "Samuel Winchester, I can feel you giving up boy…don't you dare! Your brother will never survive without you boy…you need to fight for Dean…do you hear me!"

Sam opened his pain filled eyes, he could feel the blood running from his nose and the pain in his head made it hard to think. He looked at Missouri and smiled a sad smile. "Not this time…won't let my powers hurt anyone else…tell Dean, I'm sorry."

TBC

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