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Dean's Song

Chapter 32– The Amulet Solution

Sam was in a dark place. He had retreated far into his mind, unable to face the pain and fear anymore. At least here he was safe…nothing could reach him. He existed, but just barely. Sam was trying to hold on, but it was so peaceful here; maybe he would never leave.

Dean sat by Sam's bed, gently wiping the sweat and tears from his brother's face. "Come on Sammy. You promised to hold on!" Dean watched as Sam opened his eyes, but there was no spark, no emotion in their depths.

"It's ok Sammy. I know you're tired. We need to get some food into you, so let's sit you up….good. Now Missouri made some soup for you, can you handle it or would you like some help?"

Sam made no move to help himself. Dean patiently held the broth to Sam's lips, watching as his brother swallowed. "That's my boy. You did real good. You know we're going to fix this don't you? Dad, Matthew and Missouri are all working on it. They even have me doing the computer work…well you know Dad, he prefers paper to a computer screen!"

Dean lowered Sam back onto the bed. He would give anything to see some kind of reaction from his brother…he had never seen Sam like this before and it was scaring him. "I have to go now. But if you need me…just call. I'll be in the next room."

Dean rose from the bed and wiped the tears from his eyes, before joining the others. So far, they had not come up with an answer to Sam's problem. Dean had researched Sirens and curses on the internet, but most sources indicated that the original witch would be the best person to ensure the curse was removed. Since the original witch was probably long since dead, that was not an option.

Missouri watched as Dean walked slowly towards the table, defeat showing in the slope of his shoulders. Sam's condition was hard on all of them, but when Sam suffered, Dean suffered more. "Dean, don't you worry about that brother of yours, he will be just fine once we get rid of the curse…you'll see!"

Dean looked at Missouri. "I don't see how, I mean…he does what I tell him, but it's like he's not there…each minute we take to figure this thing out, I feel him slipping further away from us. I mean, why is he being affected this way? The Siren was not suffering like this!"

John walked over and placed a hand on his son's shoulder. "I'm guessing that the curse was to deny what the person wants most…the Siren wanted love and was denied it for her whole life. You told me that once Sam had found out about his powers, he wanted to find a way to control them…so it makes sense that the curse would cause him to lose control, not gain it. Look Dean, we need to focus on the task at hand son…I have no doubt that your brother will find his way back to us somehow. We just need to be patient."

Matthew walked over with an excited look on his face. "Hey, I think I may have found something here. It's not exactly a way to remove a curse…but it's a spell to transfer a curse. What if we transferred the curse from Sam to something else?"

Missouri clapped her hands, her excitement growing. "Of course, why didn't I think of that sooner? I have just the thing to transfer it to…an amulet with special properties that binds a spell to it."

"Great, so what do we need to do to make this happen?" Dean asked, feeling hope for the first time in a while.

"It's going to be tricky, especially since I think the curse may cause Sam's powers to fight back to prevent us from removing it. Missouri, this could be especially dangerous for you…also, we've been lucky so far in that nothing major has been drawn to Sam, but this could make him 'glow brighter' than he is right now. We need to plan this carefully to ensure that the curse doesn't get transferred somewhere else and that Sam is protected from anything looking for a new home…I agree with Dean, I don't think Sam could fight off another possession." Matthew placed the book on the table and looked at John for direction…it was his son; he should be the one to make the call.

John looked at Dean, "Let's do it…Sam may not have much more time."

Dean got up from the table and quietly walked into the bedroom to sit beside Sam. He noticed that Sam was weakly tossing his head again; tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. "Hey Sammy…we think we may have this thing licked…the thing is, you may lose what little control you currently have over your powers. I just wanted you to know that it will be ok…I know you're scared…hell, I would be petrified if the situation was reversed. But you; your strong, even though you don't think so. Look, you just let us do most of the work, all you need to do is come back to us when we are done…I'll be here, waiting for you as long as it takes little brother."

John watched as Dean continued to talk softly to Sam, trying to let his youngest son know that someone would be there waiting for him. This just had to work, because if it didn't, John knew that he would lose both of his sons. "Dean, we need you out in the other room…we need to finish preparations." John reached over and swept the stubborn lock of hair out of his youngest son's eyes. "You hold on son…you hear me, this will be over soon…you hold on."

Dean and John joined Missouri and Matthew at the table. Missouri had the silver amulet with a strange blue crystal in the center. It was affixed to a long silver chain. "Ok, Matthew will need to hold this amulet over Sam while he speaks the spell. Once the curse has been transferred, the stone should change to black. Whatever you do, don't touch the pendant until Matthew has had a chance to complete the spell. The stone should keep the curse contained long enough for us to make it safe, but I don't want to take any more chances."

Matthew looked at Missouri with concern "I still think you should wait in one of the cars…it would be safer than this cabin for you."

"Now you know I can take care of myself, I'll stay out here until you tell me it's done. Besides, I'm the only one that will be able to tell if the curse is gone for shore…unless you got some psychic ability you've been hiding from us?" Missouri crossed her arms over her chest and dared any of them to force her to do anything.

"Ok, ok…it's just, we don't know how bad things are going to get. Once I start reading the transference spell, John and Dean will need to protect my back. I can't stop in the middle for any reason or the curse may escape into something else or worse, back into Sam. Unfortunately, we will not be able to stay outside the protective barrier this time, so things may get interesting…I'm not sure how we can keep him from tossing me away from him."

Dean looked at Missouri. "Do you have anything that would make Sam sleep…I mean, his telekinetic abilities seem to only be a problem when Sam is conscious. If we can give him something to keep him unconscious, it should make it easier."

"Now that's using your head boy! I take back what I said about you before, some days you are definitely the sharpest tool in the shed. I have just the thing. Let me go get it ready."

John was proud of his son. "Good thinking Dean. Why don't you help me and Matthew make sure that all the doors and windows are protected…I just wish we had a way to make sure that the demons, if there are any out there, would be kept away. We'll need to be prepared for anything…so we should also check our weapons."

"Dad, what about the Devil's trap symbol…it worked on the car. Hold on, I'll go out and grab the book so we can copy it!" Dean grabbed his keys, already making a mental list of the other things he would grab from the trunk. He didn't hear Matthew's shout of warning before he opened the door and went out into the night.

Dean stopped outside the door briefly, checking to make sure that nothing was between him and his car. He pulled the gun that he had been carrying out of his waistband, ready in case anything should decide to come calling. He walked quickly towards the Impala and had just opened the trunk when he heard a menacing laugh behind him. "Ah shit! When would they get a break!"

TBC

Raven524: Sorry, haven't had my cliffie fix for a few chapters, so I had to do it. Let me know if you think this one is getting too long…just R&R!