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Dean's Song

Chapter 27– Chick Flick Moment

Dean stopped at the motel and quickly packed up their things. Even though he had left Missouri in the car with Sam, he still didn't feel comfortable leaving his brother alone for any length of time. Packing and checking out only took him about 15 minutes…but it seemed like an eternity before he was able to start the car and head down the road towards the cabin. Dean stifled a yawn, ignoring his body's need for rest…there would be time for that later.

Dean checked the rear view mirror to make sure that Sam was ok. Sam hadn't moved since they loaded him into the car, but he could see the signs of fever still on his brother's face. Dean wanted to put on some music, but out of deference for Sam and Missouri, he just resorted to humming one of his favorite tunes.

"You know honey, your choice in music leaves much to be desired." Missouri joked, trying to lessen the oppressive atmosphere in the car.

"Well as I keep telling Sam…driver picks the music." Dean smiled as he watched Missouri glare at him. He knew deep down the woman loved him, just like he loved her…he just wished that she didn't love him so much some times as he rubbed the sore spot on the back of his head.

"So Missouri…any idea on what we are dealing with here?" Dean asked as he concentrated on the road.

"I know that you and your brother think that I have all the answers…and maybe I should have…but the truth is, I really don't know for sure. It seems that this started after we exorcised the Siren from Sam…maybe the exorcism did some damage to his ability to control his psychic powers." Missouri glanced back at Sam, a frown on her face as she tried to figure out what could be happening to the boy.

"So, you think that maybe whatever control Sam had over his abilities is now gone? Great…just great! After being on the receiving end of one of his out of control episodes, I don't look forward to any more of them…I just wish…" Dean looked away from Missouri, not wanting her to see his fear. He wasn't afraid of Sam, but more afraid that he couldn't help his brother through this.

"Dean…sometimes you are so thick! I swear it must be a Winchester trait…and a bad one at that. It's ok to be afraid…all of us feel at one time or another…even your father. There is no shame in having the feelings that you are having boy."

"You know Missouri…I wish that you would stop picking up on these things…I mean, I know you mean well, but sometimes…" Dean stopped, not wanting to offend the woman; he had a habit lately of taking his anger out on people who didn't deserve it.

"Fine…but then you need to tell me what you're feeling…for example, I can tell by just looking at your face that you are ready to explode…if you're going to help your brother, you need to deal with your issues…otherwise, it will only get worse." Missouri patted Dean on the arm as she watched the conflicting emotions running over the young man's face.

"Look, Sam will tell you that I hate these type of chick flick moments…we try to avoid them as much as possible." Dean looked at Missouri and saw by the set look on her face, he wasn't going to be able to avoid the discussion. Shaking his head, he figured he may as well talk…he knew that she already had a sense of what was bothering him anyway.

"Yes Dean, I can sense some of what is bothering you, but you need to talk about it. I know that you normally only open up to Sam, but for now honey, you'll need to just use me."

"It's just; I don't know how to help Sam with his abilities. I mean, I know that Sam is freaked out by them and I know that he worries that they will freak me out as well…and to be honest, for the first time; I was afraid when the Siren was making Sam use me as a human hand ball. I really screwed up Missouri…I let Sam see my fear and now he's going to try to solve this on his own. He's going to try to protect me which normally leads him to doing something stupid…sometimes I just don't know if I have the strength to protect him from himself." Dean sighed.

"Dean…first of all, you need to learn to let the chick out of the nest. You are not responsible for everything that has or will happen to your brother. It is your job to protect Sam, and you do it well…but there is no way that you can prevent everything that could happen to your brother from happening. How many times have you gotten hurt, protecting your brother? How many times has he gotten hurt protecting you? Do you think that your brother feels any less pain, knowing that you may die because of him? You both have the same problem…but yet, you hide it from each other as if it were a dirty family secret. Some times I just want to slap you both to knock some sense into you. All you can do is be there for him…just like he is there for you. You can't ask anything more or less from yourself or from Sam." Missouri held up her hand as she saw Dean starting to shake his head. Missouri looked out the window, realizing that maybe it was time to share with Dean her experiences. She never talked about this to anyone…but maybe, just this once.

"Man…I appreciate what you are trying to say…but how can you be so calm when things are so out of control. You said yourself, you don't know how to fix Sam's problem…how can I help him cope with something no one seems to understand." Dean hit the steering wheel in frustration. This conversation was getting them no where real fast.

"Ha…let me tell you Dean, there was a time in my life when I wasn't so calm. And unlike Sam here, I didn't have anyone in my corner to help me through, at least not at first. When I was a young girl, I was an only child brought up in a modest home with two god fearing parents…who didn't believe in psychic abilities. When I first started hearing voices in my head, my parents thought I was going mad…so they took me to a local mental health facility to try to get me some help. I don't blame them, I was pretty messed up and back then, you just didn't talk about these kinds of things. So, I spent a few years in a mental health warehouse, until one day, a woman came in and got me out of there. She took me to her home and explained to me what was going on. You see, she was a psychic as well and had felt my pain. She taught me how to block the voices out, mostly…I still get stray thoughts and feelings, just surface things from people…but it helped. The rest I just kind of learned by reading and trial and error…there is no Psychic University out there to train folks like us Dean…we just need to have a little help to get us started and to protect us from others who may not understand us." Missouri sighed, she hadn't thought about that part of her life for a long time now.

"Missouri…are you ok? Look, I know what you are saying makes sense, but I guess I just get so frustrated some times…it just gets to be too much…"

She looked at Dean and decided she needed to spell it out for him. "Now you listen to me Dean Winchester, you are not to blame for anything that happened here. You have and you will continue to be able to help Sam…even with his abilities. You will be his anchor in the storm Dean…that is all that Sam needs, he just needs you to be you…to be there for him and show him the way back to the shore. You don't need to fix this Dean…there is no fix for Sam's abilities. In time, he will learn how to deal with them as we all have had to do."

Both of them turned when they heard a low moan coming from the back seat. Sam had started to twist and turn on the seat. "No more…please, make it stop…just make it stop!" Sam cried, tears beginning to run down his face.

Dean quickly pulled over to the side of the road and got out of the car. Carefully opening the back door, he caught Sam's shoulders before he could tumble out of the car. He could feel the heat burning through his brother's T Shirt. "Missouri…his fever is really high…maybe we should stop at the hospital…the leg wound could be infected or maybe the poison is still not completely gone."

Missouri got out and looked at Sam, shaking her head. "No Dean, we can't chance it…I can still feel his powers pouring from him…he would attract something for shore if we put him in a public place. Here, give him another dose of the antidote and let me get to my bag in the trunk…I made a flask of the herbal tea, just in case."

Dean handed the keys to Missouri and he opened the vial and tried to get Sam to drink. "Come on Sammy…open up, this will make you feel better…I promise!"

Sam opened his eyes, trying to focus on what was happening around him. But he was too weak to do much more than swallow what Dean was giving him. His stomach still hurt as well as his head and leg…but it was the heat in his body that was quickly sapping what little energy he had left. He frowned as Missouri came near him, but did not touch him…he sensed her power, could feel it as if it was a living thing…he could feel a part of him reaching out to touch the power, to draw some of it in. "No…Missouri get away!" Sam whispered as he felt himself losing control once more.

Dean watched in shock as Sam's body began to shudder. He had only gotten a small portion of the herbal tea into his brother before he began to have another seizure. Holding his brother tightly, he tried to keep Sam from hurting himself. "It's ok Sammy…we'll figure this out…don't you worry…just relax, that's it…breath for me Sammy…deep breaths." Dean watched as Sam's body started to relax. "That's my boy…you just relax and let me take care of you…you'll be right as rain in no time!"

Sam opened his eyes and looked at his big brother. He knew that Dean was afraid of his abilities, and yet, here he was trying to help in the only way he knew how…by providing comfort. "Dean…thanks!" Sam whispered as he fell into a deep sleep once more.

"No problem bro'…that's what big brothers are for!" Dean patted Sam on the shoulder and eased him forward, carefully closing the door. He looked at Missouri, the concern in his eyes mirroring the concern in Missouri's eyes.

"Boy, we need to get to that cabin now…we need to figure this thing out before Sam draws something to him that we won't be able to keep out."

Neither one wanted to speak their greatest fear…that a demon may be in the area and looking for a new home!

TBC

Raven524: Sorry, this was a Dean angst chapter…just had to let him detox a little…after all we can't have him falling apart too…or can we? Hmmm… I also wanted to create a little back story for Missouri…all AU, but gives her a little more depth I hope. Please keep the reviews coming, let me know if I'm still on track with this one!