Disclaimer: You people just WON'T leave me alone will you! I already told you that I don't own them!

HemioneWeasley28: Yes it does, (scoffs) middle school (scoffs…again) And then high school next year! I'm excited, but I am SO nervous!

FireKumori mage: yes, yes poor little sammy! Always getting hurt in my stories, lol. O0o0o I knew it was SOMEHTING like that! A lot of people have said he is good, what is one of his books, I would like to read one.

Tvdinnersrule: Yes, indeed tv dinners DO rule, lol. I am glad you are liking it!

Chocolate rules: lol, yes I agree, he should have at least been breaking 100 mph! stupid dean, what was he thinking! Yes, those evil little Micovits! Go save your brother Dean!

Kaewi: If it is wrong for you liking that Sam is paralyzed, then they better call a medical hospital for me, I wrote it, lol. (I don't know why, but I like it too, you're NOT alone!)

Renegade Noa: Haha, I WISH I was a fast writer, the truth is that I already had the part typed out and everyone was begging me to put it up so I did! Don't worry, you will know what happens with Sammy, for a little while, but then you are going to get VERY mad at me at the end of this chapter, lol

Leahblueyes: Yes, now he will never talk back to daddy again. Isn't that right Sammy? (we see sam tied to a chair) Sam: Yes! I swear! Just let me go! Me: MUHAHAHAH!

Michelle P.: I know! Dean, be a man, you know that car can handle 100! Those psychotic ghost have your little brother. I mean, they call themselves 'child trainers' who does that? NO ONE! Except of course for psychotic doctor-ghosty thingys!.

Teal-lover: Yes! Hurry Dean, hurry! Be a man, you know that car can handle at least 100! Lol

Supernaturalfan0718: Np! My pleasure! I am so happy you are liking it!

Happybear 2005: Muhahahah! If you have read my other story, you might had relized that I have this small problem with leaving my reader in the dark, I do it all the time, muhahaha! And you thought the one on the end of last chapter was bad, just wait until you finish this one! Whoops, I have said too much

Inuyashas' plaything: YAY! I am SO glad that you like it so much! I am so inspired! YES SAM AND DEAN FOREVER! Really! this is your new favorite story! I AM SO HAPPY!

Cassie: Yup, lol, in both of my stories, Sam gets in trouble, and, of course, dean saves him! I love that kind of story line! I'm so glad you are liking it!

Ghostwriter: I know! I mean really, Dean you know that car can handle at least 100 mph! Crazy Dean! I'm glad you are liking it!

FallenRose2517: Thank you! I am so happy you are liking it! I think that the bond between the brothers is the most important part! I just love them!

Thank you guys for so many reviews! So happy at the outcome! I hope you guys like the chapter.

"Sam!... Sammy… where… are… you?"

Dean's voice seemed miles away, off in another dimension.

Sam had a terrible headache and just wanted to sleep, so he decided to ignore his brother's calls for now.

He was just drifting off to dream world when he heard his brother's call again. But this time it was different. It was clearer, stronger, and now Sam could hear the slight panic in it.

"Dean? Scared? About what, there's nothing to be-"

But then Sam remembered; it all came back. The electricity jarring his body left and right, the incredible pain, and then, when he thought it was finally over, they started back at the beginning.

The last thing that came back to him was the fear, the immense dread sitting in the pit of his stomach. They had preformed it three times.

They always killed their patients after three tries. "Shit!"

Sam's eyes sprang open, his world swimming in and out of focus. He shook his head, trying to clear his vision.

"Wait, what? I just shook my head! Is the paralysis gone?"

He tried to move his heavy limb and was complete devastated when they didn't even budge. "Well, at least I can move my head."

Sam had a sudden thought. His mouth was connected to his face, wasn't it.

"Dean," his weak voice croaked, though it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard.

"Dean," he said again, a little louder.

"Sammy?" the reply came. Sam heard the stairs creak as his brother burdened them with his weight, and this time he actually did cry with happiness.

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Dean burst through the door leading into his small home.

"SAMMY!" he scream as loud as his lungs would allow.

His hawk like eyes searched the small kitchen for any sign of his brother.

"Sam! Sammy where are you?"

He ran to their bed room, praying to God that his little brother was there, smiling at him for being such a wimp.

But he wasn't.

Dean ran around the house, searching like a mad man. But Sam was no where to be found.

Finally he was back to where he started: the small kitchen. It was here that he plopped down on the ground and began to sob helplessly. He couldn't find Sam, his little brother, his responsibility. He had been protecting him since they was little, it was his job, his purpose, and now he had failed him. Dean didn't know what to do.

So, he did the only thing he could think of: he continued to sob. He cried for not being able to find Sam, for his mom, for his incredibly screwed up life, and, most of all, for letting his Sammy down.

Completely engulfed in his own tears, Dean almost missed the small cry of someone else. But he had heard it. He stopped his tears and listened. When he began to think that he had just imagined the soft call, he heard it again.

Dean spun around, following the sound. It was then he noticed that the attic door laid slightly ajar, which was odd.

When they had first moved hear, their dad had told them never to go up there. Dean figured now that Sam had not heard the warning, lost in his own thoughts as he was many times.

"Sam?" he asked, starting up the stairs.

When he finally reached the top, the sight that met him was not they joyous one he was hoping for.

Sam was sprawled on his back across the barren floor. His head was slightly turned to face his big brother, but his eyes were glassy and blood shot. A little trickle of blood not only drabble from his mouth, but from his nose and both ears. His body shook. "Dean," his small voice cried out.

Dean suddenly found himself running to his horrible image that was his brother. "Sammy!" he cried, pulling his baby brother into his arms, cradling him in his embrace.

Sam winched with pain and his limp muscles moved for the first time in hours.

Dean immediately loosened his grip, but didn't let go.

"Where does it hurt Sammy? I'll fix it don't worry."

"Dean, hurry, bring me down stairs. I'll explain down there. We can't stay here."

"Can't you walk?" Dean ask, unsure if he could carry the lanky figure.

"Well, no, not right now. Please, Dean, just bring me downstairs."

Dean would have carried on, but he could sense the urgency in his brother's tone. He positioned Sam so he could carry him, and picked him up in a fireman's carry.

Hearing his brother's cry of pain, he said, "Sorry, Sammy. There's no other way to carry you heavy ass.

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"You're… paralyzed?"

The words were spoken barely above a whisper. Horrified, tear filled eyes accompanied them.

Dean stared at his little brother, who was laid on top of his bed, arms and legs laying limply at his sides.

"NO!... Well, not really. See, it is temporary, it is already starting to go away," Sam said, reassuring him.

"You're sure it will go away?"

"It said it would in Dad's journal."

Dean just sat there nodding franticly. He was still in a state of panic, all this information was too much for him. All he wanted to do was hold Sam close again, tell him he was sorry he wasn't there to protect him. But Dean knew that this was not the time for that. He needed to figure out a way to get his brother walking again.

"Are you ok?" Dean asked, immediately regretting the question.

"Besides the fact that I can't move anything but my head and that my brain feels like it has a sledgehammer wedged in it, I'm just peachy."

"Did it say anyway to get you un-paralyzed in dad journal?" Dean asked, to consumed in worry to reply to his brothers comment.

"It just said it would wear off."

"How long would that take?"

"It said it mattered on the strength of the spirit. It could be any where from 10 minutes to 3 days. But judging from the speed I got use of my head again, I'd say about two or three hours."

"Well, what do we do till then?" Dean's anxiety was at its brink. He just wanted for Sam to be better and be back to the annoying little brother that he loved.

"Well, we should get out of this house. It is dangerous in here."

"Ok, yeah, let's go, we can stay at my friends house," Dean said, placing a hand under Sam's knees and behind his shoulders and picking him up.

Dean winched as Sam's hand slid off his stomach and hung limply. He couldn't help but think about if Sam was like this forever.

"Jesus Sammy, what have you been eating? You weight like-"

But Dean was cut short. While walking out of the room, the Winchesters somehow found themselves being thrown through the air. Sam was ripped out of Dean's arms as they landed with a painful thud.

Sam landed in an unmoving heap. He stayed there only seconds when his ghostly captives materialized.

"Now, Sam, did you really think you were done with your treatment. You are a bad little boy aren't you?" Estavan Micovits said in his treacherous voice. He reached down pulled Sam into a fireman's carry effortlessly. "DEAN! HELP!" Sam cried.

"NO! YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM YOU BASTARD!" Dean screamed crawling as fast as he could, his chest hurting too much to actually get up and run.

"Dean, Dean, Dean, that is not your choice, now is it? Well return your brother when we're finished with him."

"NO! SAMMY!" Dean finally reached them and grabbed his little brother's limp hand and stared into his terrified green eyes. But he was too late, for the hand evaporated into the air and the eyes faded, finally turning into nothing as the Micovits transported themselves away from the room.

And Sam had disappeared with them.

And Dean was alone.

"SAMMY!"

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For those of you that have not read my other story, you do not know about my tiny, mini, little, miniscule problem. I kindda have this problem with leaving these… evil cliff hangers. (smiles sheepishly) Well, so,… now you know! Hehe! Don't kill me!