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Chapter 6

The clock read midnight as Sam and Dean sat on the bed in the motel going over what they were going to do next. As the brothers talked Sam grabbed his head and cried out. Dean looked at him. "Sammy, you ok!"

"Yeah, I'm ok" said Sam, rubbing his temples.

"You sure?"

"It's just that I can hardly keep my eyes open."

"Get some sleep" said Dean, kicking into protector mode.

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose. "Good idea," he agreed and climbed in his bed. He fell asleep instantly.

Dean looked at his brother. "Not again," he said to himself and lay down on his bed. After about 30 minutes Dean fell asleep and Sam began to toss and turn.

Papa Theodore was in his secret room and he began to hum. "You are very smart master. It's going to be a very long night for the Winchester brothers," said Papa Theodore to his deity. "It's going to be their last. There will be no escape."

Sam coughed several times and continued with the unrest. Papa Theodore began to chant. He passed the doll that looked like Sam through a candle flame. He repeated this process several times as he continues to chant. Sam sweats and shakes his right hand. In the dream he pricked his thumb on Papa Theodore's box and it is throbbing.

Papa Theodore rang a bell and spoke in another language. 'LLAMA, SHAMA TOMA," he chanted. He hit the Sam doll in the head with a bell causing it to ring.

Sam's head began to hurt.

Papa Theodore continued to chant. "TOMA! SHULA! SACCA!" and stuck a pin into the Sam doll's chest.

Sam jumped in his sleep and held his chest unable to breathe. He began gasping for air as he grabbed at his throat.

EEVA! BAMBAN! ASCALETI!" continued Papa Theodore. He hit the Sam doll in the head again and again stuck another pin in the doll's chest.

Sam is overwhelmed with the pain in his head and chest.

"BOOMYA ! SOMBE! LLAMA! SENCONTE," continued Papa Theodore as he passed the doll through the fire again. His eyes dancing with the flames. "YOU WILL OBEY! YOU WILL OBEY!" Papa Theodore finished his spell and laughed evilly.

Sam woke with a start. He held his head in his hands, trying to stop the pounding headache. His chest and thumb were also hurting. He couldn't understand why he felt the way he did. Maybe I slept wrong. He got to his feet but became dizzy and sat back down before he fell over.

Dean heard the commotion and woke up. He saw Sam sitting there, confused, on the edge of the bed. He didn't look good at all. Even in the darkness of the room, Dean could see he was pale. Sam was coughing, groaning and holding his right thumb. He must have smashed it on something while he was asleep. It must have been one nasty dream.

"Are you ok" asked Dean, startling Sam.

"What?"

"What's the matter?"

Sam let out a deep breath. "I had a nightmare."

"About what?" Dean asked nervously.

"I dreamt," began Sam but stopped talking and moaned. What is wrong with me? I hurt all over. It seemed like all the things he had experienced in his dream, were bombarding him now. He shook his right hand again. The throbbing in his thumb was also getting worse.

"Man, what's wrong!" asked Dean. He was scared for his brother all over again.

Sam continued to tell Dean about his dream. "I dreamt that Papa Theodore was standing over me...and he had this box...I looked inside but there was nothing in it. The lid snapped shut." Sam moaned. "I pricked my thumb on that box."

"Ok," said Dean, looking for a little more information.

"Weird huh."

"Yeah," answered Dean. "It's weird." He continued to stare at his brother. He didn't like the way Sam looked and he could tell that he was in a lot of pain.

Sam cleared his throat and walked over to the window to open the curtains. Maybe a little sunshine would make him feel better he thought, but he was looking at Dean and not outside.

Dean shot straight up out of his bed as he looked outside their window. "Sam!"

Sam looked outside and, startled, fell down on his bed. "Oh my God! cried Sam. There, right outside their window, was a carcass of a freshly killed boar. Sam and Dean just stared at it.

"What the..." cried Dean. "We had visitors last night!"

"I don't believe it" said Sam and heard laughter. He shot a look over at Dean, but apparently Dean hadn't heard anything, so he didn't say a word.