Doctor: "No . . . I mean we can't find a problem . . . so with no problem . . . there's nothing we can do . . ."

Sam: "No problem? Wait, does that mean he's awake now?" sounding hopeful.

Doctor: Shakes his head "No, I'm sorry . . ."

Sam: Now angry "Then what the hell do you mean 'no problem'! He fricking COLLAPSED! He wouldn't wake up! He STILL won't wake up!"

Doctor: "I'm sorry sir, I don't know what to tell you . . ."

Sam: "You can try again, and this time tell me that he's going to be fine!"

Doctor: "Sir, I'm very sorry . . ." turns, and walks away, leaving Sam dumbfounded in the middle of the hallway.

Sam stands there for a moment, then, taking a deep breath, he walks down the hall to Dean's room. He pauses at the door for a moment, watching his unconscious brother. He tries to gulp away his uncertainty and fear as he steps into the room and walks over to Dean.

Sam: "Dean? Dean, can you hear me?" pauses, nearly holding his breath from hope . . . but nothing. "Dean . . . come on man, you gotta wake up . . . I . . . I need your help with this one Dean . . . you're the one who figured this whole switch thing out . . . I don't even know how to begin to fix this! And then this happens . . . come on man!"

Nothing happened . . . absolutely nothing . . . and then Sam heard something. It sounded like . . . like . . . AC/DC! Sam looks around the room until he locates where they'd put Deans things and he goes over, picking up Dean's cell phone. He read the caller ID.

Sam: "Sarah . . ." he flips open the phone and answers it. "Hello?"

Sarah: "Uhh . . . Sam?"

Sam: "Yes . . . Listen, Sarah . . . I need to talk to you . . . I . . . I need some help . . ."

Sarah: "Sure, of course . . . but uh . . . I'm a little confuse . . . I thought I'd called Dean's phone . . ."

Sam: takes a shaky breath "You uh . . . you did. He's . . . he's in the hospital right now though . . . he's not really able to talk . . ."

Sarah: "WHAT? Dean's in the hospital!

Sam: "Yeah . . . that's uh, kinda why I need your help . . ."

Sarah: "What happened to him?"

Sam: "He uh . . . he just collapsed . . . and he wouldn't wake up . . ."

Sarah: "Oh my god . . . what did the doctors say?"

Sam: "They have no idea what's going on . . . but listen . . . did Dean tell you his theory about what happened?"

Sarah: "No . . . I couldn't get it out of him . . . Why? You think it has something to do with this?"

Sam: "It's pretty likely . . . See, we were cursed. This last case we were working on was this voodoo thing. Dean figured out that while we were banishing the spirit of this priestess, she cursed us . . . Sam went on to explain all the important details as quickly as possible. Then, right after he explained all this to me . . . he collapsed."

Sarah: "Voodoo? You mean . . . that stuff actually works?"

Sam: "It must . . . Dean said you noticed we were different . . ."

Sarah: "Uhh . . . yeah. Well . . . do you know much about this voodoo thing? Can you fix it?"

Sam: "I don't really know anything about it. Just what I learned while we were down there, and I've kinda forgotten most of that."

Sarah: "Well . . . wait a minute . . . Sam, I uh . . . I'm gonna check on a few things, then I'm coming up to the hospital . . . you'll still be there right?"

Sam: "Of course . . . Call me when you get here ok?"

Sarah: "I will." with that, she hangs up. She had just remembered about some books she'd seen when she was a child. There were in the library room upstairs. Well, that's where they were unless her father had auctioned them off. She heads upstairs to find out.


Sarah sat in the library, surrounded on all sides by books. The books she had seen as a child. She'd thought that they were books of poems, but then they'd also held strange pictures too. Not pictures of pretty flowers and sunsets . . . but drawings . . . diagrams of sorts. Looking at them now, and knowing what she knew, they were books of charms and curses that had been passed down for generations through different families. She wasn't sure how her father had ended up with them, but right now, she didn't care. The only thing that mattered was that somewhere in one of these books, might be a cure for Dean, and a way to put Sam and Dean back to normal.