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Dean's Song

Chapter 30– Mysterious Spell

Sam could hear his father's voice. He tried to fight past the voices in his mind to open his eyes. The voices were not as loud as before, but they were still there. Sam slowly opened his eyes, confused to find himself in a bed. "Where are we?" Sam croaked, reaching up to rub his aching temples…the headache was still pretty bad, but his stomach seemed to be getting better.

"You're at Matthew's cabin…Sam, you need to stay on this bed…we have placed some things around you to help…if you leave the protection you could be in danger." John used the washcloth that was on the table to wipe the sweat from Sam's face.

"Dean…where's Dean?" Sam asked, worried that his father was doing what Dean normally did for him.

"He's in the next bed getting some much needed sleep…we had a little trouble getting you in here." John stopped Sam from rising as he continued. "He's fine Sam…he has stitches in his arm and will have some trouble using it for a few days, but otherwise, he's just fine. How are you feeling?"

Sam lay back down and sighed. "I don't know what's wrong with me Dad…it's like…I have all these voices in my head…calling to me, sometimes they get so loud I can't stand it. I'm just so tired Dad…tired of everything!" Sam moaned as the voices in his head began to get louder once more. "Please Dad…make it stop…I can't control…oh God…just make them go away!" Sam cried as he grabbed his head, the pain exploding at the same time his father went flying across the room. The wash basin rose into the air and began circling the room, banging into the wall behind Sam's head. The bed itself started to shake as if some unknown force was trying to lift it into the air.

John watched in horror as Sam's body actually began to rise from the bed. He could see the pain in his son's face as he watched Sam begin to panic. His breathing became labored and his eyes were glazed with pain and fear. "Sammy!" John yelled, trying to get his son's attention.

Dean's eyes snapped open at the panicked sound in his father's voice. He was confused, what was his father doing on the floor? Then he saw Sam, floating a few inches off the bed, various objects flying around in the protected space, dropping to the floor when they reached the protective barrier. But his biggest concern was the look of pure fear in his brother's eyes. Dean jumped from the bed and went to stand just outside the barrier. "Sammy…can you hear me…you need to calm down little brother!"

John jumped up and started to rush towards his youngest son. Dean grabbed his father's arm. "Dad…don't go into the protected area…believe me, you won't be able to help him that way."

By this time, Missouri and Matthew had entered the room and couldn't believe what they were seeing. "Oh my lord…that poor boy!" Missouri cried, as tears began to fall from her eyes. She backed away towards the doorway as she once again felt Sam trying to absorb some of her energy…the pull was stronger this time. But she was still able to resist.

Dean tried to make contact with Sam. "Sammy…Sam…listen to me, concentrate on my voice, just my voice ok?" Dean watched as Sam turned to look at him. "Good, now I need for you to breathe with me…that's it…in…out…in…out…you can do it Sam…just breathe…you don't need to do anything else right now…all you need to focus on is breathing."

Missouri looked at Dean and smiled. That boy was amazing…his intuition on how to help his brother was right on target. Matthew and John just watched as Dean worked with his brother.

"Ok Sam, that's it, just keep breathing…you're doing it!" Dean said as he saw Sam begin to relax…the objects fell to the ground and Sam was back on the bed. Dean decided it was time to let his brother know that he wasn't afraid of his abilities…before anyone could stop him, he stepped up to Sam's bed and placed a comforting arm on his brother's shoulder. "That's my boy! I knew you could do it!" Dean smiled as he saw Sam look up into his eyes…seeking the comfort that he needed.

"Oh God Dean…I'm so sorry, what is happening to me? I can't seem to control my powers at all anymore…something is wrong…ever since the Siren was exorcised, I've felt…I don't know, like something was missing." Sam grabbed Dean's good arm…for some reason when Dean was near, he felt calmer and the voices didn't seem as loud.

"Don't worry little brother…we'll figure this out. But first we need to get this fever of yours under control…do you think you could drink some water for me and take a couple of pills?" Dean sat next to Sam on the bed, keeping contact with his brother, letting him know that he wasn't alone.

"Don't know…just so tired Dean…my head, leg hurts…voices won't leave me alone…just want to sleep." Sam's eyes started to close.

"Oh no you don't, just stay with me for a few more minutes here!" Dean pulled Sam up and held his shoulders, gently tapping his brother on the cheek.

John walked in with a cup of Missouri's tea and the fever reducers. He handed them to Dean and sat on the other side of the bed, helping to support his semi-conscious son. "You heard your brother Sam, open your eyes and take your medicine…that's an order!" John used his no nonsense tone of voice.

Sam reacted by opening his eyes, but Dean could tell he was having trouble focusing. "Here you go, that's it…now we need to get you to finish this tea…a little at a time, swallow…come on Sam, just focus for a few more minutes." Dean watched Sam struggle to get the liquid down. "Good job Sam...now you can sleep for a little bit…I'll be close by if you need me."

Sam tried to thank his brother, but he couldn't get the words out. He felt himself being drawn into the dark, a place that he feared he may never return from.

Dean and John joined the others in the kitchen. Missouri began serving the food and all ate in silence, lost in their own thoughts and fears. After a few minutes, John broke the silence. "You know Sam is acting like he is possessed. Are you sure that you got rid of the Siren completely?"

"Yes John, we all saw the spirit of the Siren leave Sam's body and the house." Matthew responded.

"Yeah Dad, and Sam said he salted and burned the bones, so there is no way she could still be there. We also saw the other spirit that possessed him briefly leave…unless something else got in that we're not aware of…I don't think that's the problem." Dean looked at Missouri, wondering if she had sensed anything.

"Sorry honey, but I didn't sense anything else…besides, I can't help but think we missed something…something important…but I just can't seem to put my finger on it." Missouri rose and placed her plate in the sink.

"Ok then, why don't you three tell me exactly what you did…then we can review each step to see if something was missing…maybe a fresh set of eyes will help." John also rose and helped Missouri clear the table. He then returned to the table with his favorite tools, paper and pencil.

Dean started by telling his father how it all started and what had happened prior to when Missouri and Matthew got involved. "I'm sorry I can't tell you more Dad, but well…most of that time was a blank to me. Unfortunately, Sam is the only one who was aware most of the time. If it weren't for Sam, I wouldn't be here." Dean looked down, not wanting to see his father's disapproval. He was suppose to be the one to save Sam, not the other way around.

Missouri slapped John on the shoulder as she passed and inclined her head towards his son. John saw the change in his son, but wasn't sure how to fix it. "Look Dean, your job is to look out for Sam, but Sam also has a responsibility to look out for you…we all have to watch each other's backs…I don't expect you to place your brother in a bubble…God knows, he figure out a way to burst it anyway...now stop feeling sorry for yourself and help us figure out what's wrong with your brother." John felt another slap, harder this time. He looked at Missouri, who just shook her head.

Matthew coughed hiding his grin behind his hand. "When Missouri and I got there, we found both boys in pretty bad shape. But we purified the house, released the spirit of the Siren from the spell that bound it to the house and then performed an exorcism to get rid of the Siren's spirit."

John continued to make his notes, writing down each step and going over it in his mind. He too felt like they were missing something important. "Sirens are normally created by witchcraft…was there any sign of a witch…maybe whatever placed the spell on the Siren, placed a spell on Sam."

"But John, I would have sensed the presence of a witch…there was nothing else there…at least until Sam started calling things to him…but those were spirits, not a witch. Missouri sat down, frustrated that she couldn't provide any more information to help Sam.

Suddenly all heads turned towards the bedroom doorway as they heard a moan. Sam was leaning against the doorway, his eyes glazed and unfocused. He grabbed his head and fell to his knees. "Stop! I can't take it anymore…please" Sam curled into a ball and began rocking and moaning.

Missouri and Matthew both rose form the table, blank stares on their faces. "John, we need to get Sam back into the bedroom…we've got company!' yelled Matthew as he moved towards the front door.

Dean ran over to Sam. Sam shrank back from his brother, nothing but fear and pain reflecting in his eyes. "Sammy…it's me…you need to let me help you!"

Sam tried to focus one more time…he had heard the others talking and knew that he needed to let them know what he had finally figured out…but the voices were so loud. Sam closed his eyes for a moment and gathered the last of his strength. Opening his eyes, he grabbed Dean's arm. "Dean…not spell…curse…Siren was cursed…denied what she wanted most…her true love!"

Sam's eyes rolled up into his head and the voices were quiet…

TBC