Sam is still all the hospital. He hasn't left Dean's side for hours now. Every now and then a nurse or doctor would come in to check on Dean. They were baffled. There was no medical reason for Dean's comatose state. This just added fuel to the fire of thought that it had something to do with their current 'supernatural' problem. Sam was torn between staying with his brother, and going and trying to find some way to help him. He wanted to be there if Dean woke up. There had been a few times when he would have sworn on his life that he saw Dean move. But the doctors would just tell him it was nothing.
Sam got up and went out to the coffee pot in the lobby again. He was on his 7th cup already, and he hated regular coffee. He glanced at the door. Sarah had said she was coming, but she still wasn't there yet.
Sam had just started to turn and go back to Dean's room when something caught his eye. It was Sarah. She came running in the door carrying a pile of old looking books in her hands.
Sam: "Sarah!"
Sarah: goes over to him "Sam! Sam I think I found something!"
Sam: "Something? What kind of something!"
Sarah: glances around "Ummm . . . maybe we should talk about this in Dean's room?"
Sam: "That kind of something?" he was surprised. Sarah was new to this whole hunting and paranormal gig.
Sarah simply nods.
Sam: "Alright . . . come on." leads her to Dean's room.
Sarah walks in the room behind Sam and gently closes the door so they could talk without anyone overhearing.
Sam: "So, what are all those books for?" eyeing the books cautiously.
Sarah: "They don't bite Sam . . . and I brought them because they're filled with voodoo."
Sam: VOODOO! Sarah! That's what got usinto this mess!"
Sarah: "Precisely Sam! Voodoo got you into it, let voodoo get you out!"
Sam: he stares at her . . . she was abso-frickin-lutely nuts! "You'vegot to be kidding me! Where'd you even manage to get those books anyways!"
Sarah: "In the library at my house. I remembered looking at them when I was younger. But now, since I met you guys, and I know the kinds of things that are out there, I realized that these books weren't poetry books like I'd thought when I was little."
Sam: "So let me get this straight. You . . . want me . . . to practice voodoo!"
Sarah: "It could be the only way Sam!"
Sam knew she was right . . . if you were cursed, you had to counter-curse. And they'd been voodoo cursed. That meant they had to voodoo counter-curse. But he was really hating this plan.
Sam: "Ok, but I don't even know where to begin with this Sarah!"
Sarah: "But I do . . ."
Sam: Shocked "You do?"
Sarah: smiles "Yep. It's in one of these books you're so leery of . . ."
Sam: eyes the pile of books "In there? Let me see."
Sarah gets out the right book and opens up to the right page.
Sam takes the book from her and starts reading through the text. His eyes get wide as he reads . . . there was no way they could get this done . . . it was impossible. The list of ingredients they'd need for the potion . . . there was no way in hell they were gonna gather those up.
Sam: "No. No way Sarah. It's . . . it's too dark!"
Sarah: "Sam! You have to do it if you're going to save Dean!"
Sam: "This!" points to the ingredient list. "We arenot gonna kill a virgin Sarah!"