Chapter 4

Dean got Sam to the bed and he finally fell asleep. Dean sat in a chair by his bed, staring at him. This was going to be the first night since they were reunited that Dean wouldn't sleep. Tonight he would watch out for his brother and make sure that he was ok. He would never let on to Sam know how worried he was about him. Even after they had gotten back from the woods and Dean filled Sam in on everything that had happened, Sam still wasn't acting right. He kept talking about how his head hurt and a couple of times he had gotten up to walk around unsteady on his feet.

What had happened to him and where? They had not left each other's side since they had gotten into town except when Sam had left to go to those woods. Why would he go off half cocked that way? That isn't like Sam. He's the cautious one. Why was he so angry and where did those armed men go? There were just too many questions that Dean had no answer for.

Sam was acting like he did at the asylum when Ellicott had messed with his mind. It couldn't be him though because Dean torched his bones and Sam returned to normal again. Dean rubbed his chest remembering how Sam had shot him with that rock salt. He winced as he thought about how Sam would have killed him if he had not unloaded that pistol. It wasn't Sam that had done that, it was Ellicott that had gained control of Sam's mind. He had caused Sam to do that.

Sam cried out and Dean looked over to where his brother was lying. Sam was tossing and turning fitfully like he was in the throes of some major battle. Dean shook his head and came over to where Sam was sleeping. He was about to wake him up when Sam settled down again. Dean let him sleep. Is that it? Is something or someone controlling Sam again? Why? Suddenly Dean remembered Papa Theodore, but when could he have gotten to Sam?

Dean got up and went over to the table where Sam's computer was. He typed in "Papa Theodore" and hit search. While he was waiting for the site to load he looked over at his brother, who appeared to finally be sleeping peacefully. When the site came on he began to read. Papa Theodore was some kind of voodoo priest. There were a lot of unexplained deaths connected to him, but no one was ever able to prove that he was responsible. That's about to change. He yawned and laid his head back on the chair and fell asleep.

Dean woke with a start. He couldn't believe that he had fallen asleep so easily. He said he was going to keep an eye on Sam. He was angry with himself. Dean looked over to Sam's bed, but it was empty. He continued to glance around the room "Sam. "Sam!"

"I'm in the shower", called Sam. Dean suddenly felt foolish. After a bit, Sam came out of the bathroom.

"How are you feeling?"

"I feel fine." said Sam, drying his hair with the towel. "Really good, actually."

Dean cocked his head to one side and looked at his brother. "You do?" he asked suspiciously.

"Yeah, I do." said Sam. Dean shook his head. He didn't believe that for a minute.

Just then Dean's cell phone rang. He rushed over to answer it. "Hello."

"Hey, it's Frank."

"Hey," said Dean and then it hit him. Sam started acting funny in Frank's house yesterday. Does he have something to do with all this? "What's going on Frank?"

"Nothing," said Frank in a worried tone. "I just hadn't heard from you and I was wondering why?"

"We got a little busy yesterday, but we're still looking into some things." Dean continued to watch Sam.

"Well ok" said Frank, "let me know what you find out."

"We will" said Dean and hung up the phone. He couldn't believe that Frank had anything to do with this. He sounded too concerned, so he let it go. Dean turned his attention back to Sam who was acting like a totally different person than he had yesterday. This bothered Dean even more. Sam had not mentioned what had happened last night, in fact, he was acting like nothing at all happened. He seemed almost animated which was also not like him. No, I'm gonna keep my eyes on you awhile longer, little brother.

Frank went upstairs to his bedroom and opened the door to his closet. Inside were all kinds of occult paraphernalia. He had black candles, incense, skulls, anything that had to do with the occult. Frank lit one of the black candles and closed his eyes. "Papa, I know you can hear me."

A moment passed. "Yes, I can hear you my son," answered Papa Theodore. "You have done well. The master will be pleased."

"How much longer will I have to wait?" asked Frank anxiously.

"It will not be long," replied Papa Theodore. "Continue with the plan and you will be rewarded."

"Yes Papa, I will" said Frank and opened his eyes. They were glowing red. "Your will Papa, Your will" said Frank and laughed. He wasn't sure how he fit into the plan, he just did as he was instructed. Once Sam and Dean Winchester died, he would be rewarded. "I just have to be patient." said Frank. He blew out the candles and shut the door. He went downstairs and waited for the next phase to begin.

Papa Theodore was hard at work to fulfill his plan. He had already delivered the package to the diner at the brother's motel, for the next phase. He looked down at the two dolls in his hands. One looked like Sam and the other, like Dean. The dolls were stuck together with a pin through the heart. Papa Theodore laughed. "Soon master, you will have your sacrifice."