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Sam was jerked into consciousness by the sound of someone beating on the door to the motel room. Looking through sleepy eyes at the clock beside his bed, he got up and trudged towards the door, cursing his brother under his breath.

The beating continued and Sam yelled out in annoyance,"Dammit, Dean! I'm coming!"

The one night Sam was actually having a good dream, leave it to Dean to come dragassing in and ruin it. He had a major lecture on his thoughtlessness coming his way .

Reaching the door and jerking it open he said,"What happened to your key?" and stopped short when he saw that it was indeed Dean, but he wasn't alone.

"Hi again." Cass said with a wry smile, supporting one side of Dean while Caleb did the other."Nice boxers."

Ignoring her comment, he gave his full attention to his brother, who was awake, but looking at him with glazed, unfocused eyes.

"What happened? What did you do to him?" Sam asked angrily, taking his brother's arm from Caleb, and practically carrying him to his bed, where he laid him down gently.

"Dean?" he said, taking his brother's sweaty face between his hands, "Talk to me, bro. Tell me what's wrong." he said, trying to keep the panic from his voice.

"Sammy?" Dean asked, his eyes clearing for a moment, but whatever was wrong took hold of him again, and he moaned as his back arched in pain.

"Yeah, it's me, Dean. I'm right here." Sam replied, gripping his hand tightly, reaching for the telephone intending to call an ambulance, but was stopped from doing so by Caleb jerking the cord from the wall.

"Sorry, man, I can't let you do that." he said, a true look of regret on his face.

Sam howled and dove on the shorter man, his features twisted with anger as he flung him against the wall.

"I'm going to kill you!" he screamed, and Cass let out a yell of shock at his actions.

Taking a deep breath, visibly trying to calm himself, Sam said venomously, "Why did you do that, Caleb? You brought him here to me for a reason, so I could help him, right? So, why the hell would you yank the phone line from the wall? Now I'm really confused, but since your sister is here, I'm going to give you a chance to give me a reason I shouldn't break your neck, you asshole!"

"Sam, this isn't helping your brother any." Cass interrupted, sitting down on the bed beside Dean, putting a cool hand on his cheek, and frowning at how hot he was. "Don't you have a cell phone or something to call with?" she asked worriedly.

Looking over at them, he saw Dean appeared to have lost consciousness, and his fear and worry for his brother pushed down the anger considerably. He released his hold on Caleb, nodded at Cass, and walked over to dig into his brother's coat pockets, searching for the cell phone he always kept with him.

"You can't call the police or ambulance." Caleb stated. "If you do they will kill my sister, man, and me. The me part I don't really care much about, but I'm not going to let anything happen to Cass. So, put down that cell phone right now." he ordered, a dangerous, almost feral looking glint now in his eyes.

"What will you do If I don't, Caleb?"Sam asked, glaring at him, as he prepared to dial 911.

"This."Caleb answered, and before Sam knew what happened, the phone was knocked from his hand, he was thrown to the floor with his arm twisted painfully, the other man's knee in his back. "I said, you're not calling anyone."

"Stop it, Caleb, please!" Cass said, jumping up quickly from where she sat beside Dean on the bed, and moved towards the two men, trying to pull her brother off of Sam, who was squirming beneath him, biting his lip so as not to yell out in pain. It felt like Caleb was about to break his arm, but he wasn't about to give the crazy bastard the joy of hearing him yell. "Get off of him right now. You're hurting him!" she screamed.

"Yeah? Well, it's his own fault. I told the little shit to put the phone down, Cass." he said, snarling, anger pulsing through his body. Digging his knee in deeper, added, "But no one ever listens, do they, Sam?"

"He's worried about Dean, and he has a right to be! He could be dying, Caleb. Please let him up before you break his arm and let him call for help."she said, putting her hand on his shoulder and trying to pull him away again.

"Get off me!" Caleb roared, and flung his arm out, knocking her away, sending her crashing into the wall, where she yelping with pain and shock when her head bounced against it.

"Oh my god, Cass! I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed, her cry breaking through the fury that enveloped his body, and he jumped up, releasing his hold on Sam, and ran to kneel beside her. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I? Please, tell me I didn't hurt you." he said, putting his hand out to help her up.

"Don't touch me." she said through teeth clenched with anger, looking at him with disgust. "I'm fine, and I don't need any help from you, so just stay away from me, Caleb."

"You know I would never purposely hurt you, Cass. It's not me, I can't help it." he pleaded.

"You are a monster, Caleb, just like Steve, and Kara. So why don't you quit trying to act like you're not." she said in reply, tears forming in her eyes.

"I really hate to interrupt this touching moment, but I need you to hand me that cell phone laying beside you right now, Cass. My brother needs help, and he's going to get it." Sam said, and they looked up to see the youngest Winchester standing over them, a gun pointed steadily at Caleb, adding, "Maybe you can kick my ass , but I bet my friend here is a totally different story altogether, unless you can dodge bullets too, and I'm more than willing to put that to the test if you want to try me, Caleb."

"Please, man, don't do this. They will kill her." Caleb said pleadingly as his sister picked up the phone and handed it to Sam.

"This can't go on, Caleb. Call." Cass said solemnly to Sam, then went to check on Dean.

Sam was putting the phone to his ear when he heard Cass gasp, and turned to see Dean was sitting up, grasping her arm by the wrist, a look of confusion on his face.

"It's okay, Dean. I'm not going to hurt you."Cass said calmly.

"Dean?" Sam said, staring at his brother, who looked with wide eyes around the room, stopping when his gaze landed on Caleb.

"Dean?" Sam repeated, turning off the phone and moving towards his brother.

He then turned his gaze from Caleb to look at Sam, then down at his own shirt, seeing the blood on the front of it, and wordlessly rose unsteadily up from the bed, and walked towards the bathroom, stopping once to lean against the wall along the way, then before Sam could reach him, stood up straight and continued into the room saying over his shoulder, "Gonna take a shower." then closed and locked the door.

"What the hell?" Sam asked aloud, then walked to the door and knocked.

"Dean! Open this door right now!" he ordered, still reeling from shock at his brother's seemingly amazing recovery. "Please!"

"Go away, Sam." came Dean's muffled reply.

"Hell no! I will not go away, you will open this door right now, Dean Winchester or I'll kick it in!" Sam threatened angrily.

"Just chill, Sammy. I'll be right out." Dean's muffled voice said through the door. "I just want to get out of these nasty clothes if that's alright with you, mom."

"Five minutes, Dean." Sam relented after a pause. His brother sounded like his usual smartass self, so maybe he really was okay. "You hear me? Five minutes, after that the door comes down."

"Yes ma'am. I hear you loud and clear." he replied, and Sam sighed, moving reluctantly away from the door to sit in one of the two chairs that sat on either side of the small dining table in the room. He glared at Caleb who stood leaning against the wall, a look of self loathing on his face as he stared at his sister.

"So, Caleb, gonna tell me what's going on now, or do you want to throw your sister against the wall again?" he asked with a sneer.

"I didn't mean to do it. It's just when I get angry I loose control..." he said, his eyes never leaving Cass as he spoke, then added sadly "Maybe you should shoot me. I'd be better off dead anyway, at least then I couldn't hurt anyone else that I care about."

"What? Don't ever say that, Caleb." Cass said, her head jerking up at his words. She rose from the bed and approached her brother, any fear and anger she felt dissipating when she'd heard his words. "None of this is your fault, you are a good person, a victim in this as much as anyone else, and I know you would never hurt me or anyone else purposely. I was just mad okay? You're my brother, and I love you. So don't ever say anything like that again, please." she said, hugging him tightly.

Sam watched them, thinking how he wished he could hug his own brother sometimes, and tell him he loved him without Dean going all macho and accusing him of trying to have a chick-flick moment. He knew he needed to prod Caleb for more information, but decided to let him and his sister have a few minutes first.

He felt his anger towards the other man ebbing away as he observed them. He was only trying to protect his sister, and Dean was okay now, hopefully.

Inside the bathroom, Dean was standing under the soothing water from the shower, his head leaning against the wall. He felt,well, the only way he could describe it was funny. He felt funny, like he was him, but not him.

He remembered what Steve and the others had done to him, and though he wasn't in pain anymore, the echo of it reverberated through his body, and he half expected the crushing feeling he had felt in his chest to return at any second, that it was just toying with him, trying to make him think he was okay now, only to come rushing back when he let down his guard. In a way, it had been worse than when he'd been shot, at least then he knew why it had hurt.

He also couldn't get the coppery taste to leave his mouth, even after brushing his teeth several times as he stood in the shower. He spit again, expecting to see more blood against the white of the shower floor, but there was none there and he sighed with relief.

There was a strange energy coursing through his body, and, to be honest, Dean actually felt better physically than he had in a long time, all the fatigue that had still been plaguing him a month after having been shot lifted, but he could sense the underlying wrongness to it, knowing that this strength and energy was caused by the blood they had made him drink back at Steve's house, and that, in the end, it was a bad thing, no matter how much his body tried to tell him differently.

He was going to have to find out what demon the blood had actually came from. He and Sam would have to research how to reverse whatever it had done to him, but, in order to do that, he was going to have to do something he really didn't want to, that Sammy would fight him tooth and nail against doing, and that was go back and play with the band more. He needed to gain Steve's trust until he could find out what demon he had made whatever deal with that he had, and where it was so that he and Sam could destroy it.

In the process, they could also insure that no one else be killed by the creature like the three former band members had been, and he also had a big debt to repay to his fellow musicians after it was over. He was looking forward to that part especially.

First, you have to pull yourself together and get out of the shower tough guy, he thought to himself, knowing the five minutes Sam had given him had surely passed by now, and he didn't particularly want them to have to pay for a new bathroom door when Sam kicked this one in.

Getting out and wrapping a towel around his waist, he spit one last time, and satisfied that there was no blood in his mouth when he saw it was clear, took a deep breath, unlocking and opening the door.

It didn't surprise him to see Sam standing right outside the door, and he had no doubt that if he'd stayed in there a minute longer his baby brother would have made good his threat of kicking the door in.

"Nice boxers, Spidey." Dean said in greeting, snickering when Sam turned red with embarrassment as he looked down, seeing that he indeed was still wearing only the ones with Spiderman on them that Jess had given to him as a joke after they had went to see the movie together several years before.

"Ah crap."Sam muttered, and hurriedly grabbed his jeans that were draped over one of the chairs and pulled them on. "Least I'm not naked." he retorted lamely, looking at Dean and his towel.

"Do you know how many women would pay to see me in nothing but a towel?"Dean asked, leisurely digging into his bag to find some clothes.

"No, and I really don't care, but I do care about how you're feeling." he replied, concern on his face. "So how do you feel?"

"I feel great, better than great actually." Dean answered honestly, then went back into the bathroom to put his clothes on, emerging a minute later, fully dressed.

"Really? I'm not going to say I'm not happy about it, because I am, but it is a little odd considering how you were when Caleb and Cass first brought you back here..." Sam said, continuing their conversation where they'd left it off.

"I'm as lost on that one as you are, Sammy." Dean replied, flopping down on his bed, and turning his head to look at Cass and Caleb, acknowledging their presence for the first time as he said, "Maybe Caleb will fill in a few blanks for us though, oh, and by the way, thanks for bringing me here, man." he added, nodding his head at him.

"No problem," he said, "And to answer your question, it's the blood that did it. I thought it wasn't going to effect you the same as it did the rest of us, but now I guess it just took longer to move through your system."

"What do you know about the demon that Steve gets the blood from? Have you ever seen it?" Sam asked Caleb.

"No, I've never seen it. I don't think any of the band members ever have except Steve, not even the bitch." Caleb replied. "And though I've tried to broach the subject before, he keeps pretty tight lipped about it."

"Tell me, Caleb, do you want your life back the way it was?" Dean asked.

"More than anything else." he replied emphatically.

"Then it's your lucky day, because me and Sammy can do that for you, and for myself also." Dean said.

"Yeah right. You have no idea what you've gotten involved in Dean."

"Lets just say that me and my brother deal with this kinda thing first hand." Sam chimed in. "And we can help. We just have to do a little detective work first."

"And make sure the demon doesn't kill anyone else in the process." Dean said.

Lowering his eyes, Caleb thought to himself, like I said Dean, you have no idea what you've gotten into, but didn't have the heart to tell him the most important thing yet.

The demon wasn't what killed the others, it was the band, and now that Dean was a member, he would sooner or later have to do the same. Whether he liked it or not.

TBC

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