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Dean's Song

Chapter 28– Unannounced Visitor

Sam knew he was in the car, but anything else was being drowned out by the voices. Voices pleading with him to help them, threatening him, screaming in pain; Sam kept trying to block them, but the harder he tried, the more the voices seemed to increase. He could feel himself slipping away with each mile that passed. He prayed for silence…begged for it, but it never came.

All he wanted to do was let go…but Sam had promised his brother that he would continue to fight and he would until there was no fight left in him. He wondered about the newest twist to his abilities…the drawing in of power. He had first felt it with the Siren, then Stan and now he felt himself trying to pull power from Missouri...just what he needed; another freaky power to deal with.

Missouri sat quietly in the front seat, trying to figure out how to help Sam. She knew that some psychics had the ability to draw energy from others, sort of a bio-empath ability. Most faith healers, who weren't quacks had the ability to draw the illness from the person and heal them. She knew that Sam had empathic abilities…but this felt like much more. She had sensed Sam reaching out towards her earlier, trying to take some of her energy. If Sam were stronger, she would probably be in real trouble even sitting this close.

"So, penny for your thoughts?" Dean tried to start up a conversation, he hated the silence…it gave him too much time to think…to feel the fear creeping up his spine for his brother.

"Oh…sorry sugar…I was just trying to put the pieces we have together. You say that Sam lost control of his telekinetic abilities while the Siren had possession of him correct?"

"Yeah…and I have the cracked ribs to prove it. I mean Sam has never had great control over his telekinetic ability, but he never injured me to this extent before. I mean, we know he can't block the visions, but he seemed to have control over his ability to block others from possessing him…he was able to block a demon from taking over his body after the car crash…doesn't that show that he had some control over his abilities?" Dean tried to remember if there were any other times that Sam had just lost control.

"I don't know much about this psychic stuff…but I know my brother and he would never allow his abilities to hurt me or anyone else. Something happened to him when the Siren tried to take him over…I just know it." Dean looked at Sam in the rear view mirror; sighing as he saw him tossing on the back seat again…he pushed down on the accelerator, trying to get them to the cabin faster.

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Matthew had arrived at the cabin an hour or so ahead of the boys. He knew he didn't have much time, but he wanted to make sure that it was as secure as possible for them. He checked that all the protective symbols he had previously put around the cabin were still in place. Then he salted all the doors and windows. He had just finished with the salt when he heard a knock at the front door.

Grabbing his gun, he opened the door carefully, surprised to see a tall man standing there looking ready to kill someone. "Where are my sons?" The man asked, and it clicked.

"You must be John Winchester, my name is Matthew. Missouri and the boys will be here shortly, why don't you come in and help me finish getting things ready for them." Matthew stood aside as John Winchester entered. He could tell from the man's stance that he was an experienced hunter.

"Missouri called me and said to meet her and the boys here…that one of the boys needed my help…who is hurt and how bad is it?" John growled, he had just spent the last four hours driving and worrying about how bad it was. Missouri's message had been brief and when he tried to return her call, she didn't answer. If something happened to one of his boys…he didn't want to think about it.

"Hold on John, first of all, as far as I know, no one is dying. But well, your youngest son has developed a problem. One that may require all of us to help if he is to survive." Matthew began to empty his bag and pulled out some of the crystals that they had used earlier. He headed towards the bedroom that the boys would share, knowing that John would follow.

John watched the man, recognizing him as a fellow hunter. He had seen the protective symbols and salt rings. He followed Matthew into the bedroom. "So what exactly is wrong with Sammy?"

"Well, its kind of a long story, but the short version is this…it appears that your oldest son somehow attracted a rather nasty Siren on one of their hunts. Sam tried to save Dean and in the process managed to get himself poisoned and partially possessed by the Siren." Matthew saw the quick intake of breath by John so he hurried to explain.

"Don't worry John, we took care of the Siren and Sam has been given the antidote. But, there was another complication. Apparently, Sam has lost control over his abilities and is now somehow attracting supernatural beings to him…according to Missouri; he is like a beacon to the supernatural world right now. We need to figure out a way to stop him from broadcasting before something other than a spirit or poltergeist comes looking for a new home."

Matthew had pulled one of the beds into the center of the room and had placed the salt and crystals around as they had done in the bed and breakfast. He watched as John sat on the opposite bed, taking a moment to digest what he had just been told about his youngest son.

"Where are they now?" John asked quietly, worried about what Dean and Missouri must be facing if what they thought was true was in deed happening.

"Don't worry…they should be here any minute now…we took precautions to protect Sam in the car, but the tricky part will be getting him into this room. We need to be ready for anything…how are you fixed for weapons? Matthew went back into the great room and grabbed his bag. He pulled out another gun, and various knives. He began to prepare for battle.

John walked out to his truck and began to get what he needed as well. When he walked back into the cabin, he smiled as he saw Matthew putting the gun he had pulled back into his waistband. "Do you have any holy water on you?" John asked.

"No, I normally deal with spirits and poltergeists…its been along time since I dealt with a demon…do you think one will show up?" Matthew asked as he placed the flask of holy water that John gave him in his jacket pocket.

"I'm not sure, but it's better to be safe than sorry." John and Matthew both sat in the great room, waiting for Sam and Dean to arrive. It wasn't too long before John heard the familiar rumble of the Impala coming up the road. Without a word, both men stepped out to great the boys and to defend them against anything that might decided to answer Sam's call.

Dean pulled up to the cabin, relief evident in his features as he climbed out of the car. He went to open the door for Missouri and helped her out…keeping his eyes alert for any threat. He heard the cabin door open and reached for the pistol in his waistband. He almost dropped the gun when he saw a familiar figure moving quietly towards him.

"Dad…how…what are you doing here?" Dean asked, he had thought about calling his father, but everything had happened so fast.

"I'm sorry Dean honey, with all the excitement, I forgot to tell you I called your father…we are going to need as much help as we can get!" Missouri walked passed John, ignoring his glare…she knew he was uset about her not answering her phone…but she figured she'd give him a dose of his own medicine for a change.

Before they could get to the car, an ominous growl reached their ears. The three hunters pulled their guns in unison and looked into the deep wood, seeing a pair of red eyes glaring back at them. "Ah shit…here we go again!" Dean shouted as he placed himself between the car and the newest threat!

TBC

Raven524: Thanks again everyone for the reviews…I'm glad you still like where this is going. Don't worry, John and Dean will get a little workout soon!