Here's chapter 7 everyone, I hope you are still enjoying it. I want to thank carocali again for all her help and her patient, even though I write her a thousand times. Carol, you're great. Please review everyone. I really want to know what you think.

Chapter 7

A couple of hours later after disposing of the boars head, Sam went in to take a shower. Dean sat at the table waiting for his turn in the bathroom. He was concerned about his brother. What happened to him? Sam finally came out of the shower, looking clean, if nothing else.

"You ok?"

"Yes! I'm ok! How many times are you going to ask me that question!" snapped Sam, towel drying his hair.

"Sorry ok, it's just that you don't look too good." replied Dean, looking him over. "Are you still hurting?"

"Yeah," said Sam, not wanting to talk about it, "but I'm ok. Let's go get something to eat."

Sam quickly got dressed and they made their way to the diner. They sat there several minutes in silence as they ate their breakfast.

"So," said Sam sarcastically, "What are we doing today? Hunting up more spooks? Why bother?. We're never gonna stop them all anyway. I shouldn't even be here."

"Here we go again" said Dean, putting his fork down

"What do you mean by that?" said Sam angrily.

"Sam, something's wrong with you, ok. This sounds like a repeat of two nights ago. What's going on?"

"Nothing is going on, Dean. Will you get off my back! I told you I'm fine," Sam said a little louder than he meant to. A few patrons looked their way.

"No, you're not fine! You haven't been fine since we've got here. You've been looking for a fight. It's not like you." said Dean, trying to work with Sam's logical side. Their conversation halted as Frank came into the diner.

"Hey, guys," said Frank, pulling up a chair and joining them.

"Hey" said Dean, trying to mask his emotions.

"Whatever," said Sam.

"What's going on with him?" Frank asked Dean.

"He got up on the wrong side of the bed." replied Dean trying to deflect the conversation.

"Any side with a boar on it's the wrong side." said Sam, bringing it right back around.

"Oh no," said Frank, feigning concern, "you had a boar's head outside your window, didn't you?"

"Yeah," said Dean matter of factly.

"Man, I'm sorry." said Frank, but inside he was rejoicing. Papa's plans were coming along famously and he almost grinned but he remembered where he was. He looked somberly at the brothers. "Well, I got to get out of here. I was just checking in. Call me if you need me," said Frank and left the diner. All he had to do now was wait for his next sign.

After Frank left Dean looked at his brother. He noticed that every few minutes Sam would rub his temples and he cradled his thumb all the time. Dean knew that something was seriously wrong with his brother. He didn't know what, but he had his suspicions. If he was right, he was afraid for his brother's life. I won't let anything happen to you Sam. "Why don't we go walking along the edge of the woods and see if we can find anything out about Papa Theodore? We haven't been back since I found you on the ground in that clearing. Maybe it will give us some clues. What do you say?"

"Fine," said Sam and stormed out of the diner. Dean watched him get in the impala and slam the door. He quickly paid for the meal and rushed out after him. Dean shook his head and got into the drivers seat and looked at his brother.

"Don't," Sam said, quickly stopping Dean from asking him what was wrong.

"OK! OK!" Dean was worried. This was two nights ago all over again. He had to find out what was going on. Maybe the woods would provide an answer.

They arrived at their destination a few minutes later and parked across the street. Sam grabbed his duffel bag off the seat and jumped out of the car, slamming the door.

"Hey, watch the car!"

Sam shook his head and walked across the street to the edge of the woods. He stopped and stared. He heard a voice. "OBEY!" Sam looked at Dean. "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?' answered Dean, looking at Sam with a puzzled gaze.

"Nothing," said Sam, "just thought I heard something."

Dean bit his bottom lip nervously. "Look, why don't you let me carry that," he said gesturing toward Sam's duffel bag.

"Why," asked Sam snidely, "do you think I'll shoot you again?"

Dean shook his head and let out an angry breath. "That wasn't you Sam. That was Ellicott controlling you."

"Well, he's not controlling me now." said Sam angrily.

"No, but something's wrong, and I don't like it."

"I'm fine, let's just go." Dean grabbed Sam's arm. He noticed that Sam continued to shake his right hand in pain.

"Seriously dude, your hand still hurt?" Dean took a closer look at the digit.

Sam sighed, "My thumb feels like it's about to explode." He raised his hand to his head. "So does my head for that matter." The brothers just looked at each other. This was no longer about helping Frank, thought Dean, now he was racing against time to help his brother.

"You want to hear my theory," asked Dean, deciding there was no more fooling around.

"No, not really," answered Sam, knowing it would do no good. Once Dean had something in his head, there was no stopping him.

"I think Papa Theodore has done something to you" stated Dean.

"Papa Theodore," said Sam, "I haven't even seen him and I told you that there's nothing wrong with me." He continued to shake his thumb.

"Yeah there is Sam. Think about it. You don't act this way unless something or someone has messed with your head. And as far as you not seeing Papa Theodore, that's not exactly right either." Dean got closer to Sam to make sure he was looking at him. "Remember, you said that when those two men took you into the woods a couple nights ago, Papa Theodore was waiting there for you. You said he threw some kind of powder in your face."

Sam pressed into his head. "I don't remember what happened two nights ago, but if I did see him I was probably just imagining things. We haven't been able to find him," reminded Sam, "Now let's go see what we can find out." Sam turned to go into the woods but Dean grabbed his arm again.

"You're not going." said Dean.

"What do you mean I'm not going?"

Dean was more forceful this time. "Just what I said. The last time you went in there, I picked you up off the ground. You're staying out here!"

"No I'm not!" said Sam and jerked away from his brother. Sam turned to go into the woods but he got dizzy and stumbled. Dean reached out to steady him and Sam's duffel bag fell to the ground, spilling its contents. There among the weapons, were two dolls. One had Sam's face and the other had Dean's. The dolls were stuck together with a pin that pierced their hearts. The Sam doll also had a pin sticking in its temple and one in its right thumb. Sam and Dean just looked at each other. Sam said angrily, "Looks like somebody left us more than a boar's head last night!"

"Yeah, looks like," answered Dean. Sam picked up the dolls and threw them into the woods.

Sam heard that voice again. "YOU WILL OBEY!" Sam looked at Dean. "Did you hear that?"

"I didn't hear anything Sam. What is it?" Dean grabbed his brother's shoulder.

"Nothing, I guess," said Sam brushing away the nagging voice. "Let's get this over with." He turned toward the woods.

"I said you're not going in there Sam," said Dean and stood in front of him.

"Don't tell me what to do Dean," replied Sam in a low voice, head cocked ready for a fight.

"Sam!"

"Get out of my way Dean," said Sam and shoved past his brother. He walked into the woods.

Well hell, this is gonna be fun. "I don't know what you've done to my brother," Dean called aloud to Papa Theodore, knowing he was around somewhere, "I don't know when you could have gotten to him, but you won't have him." Dean followed Sam's trail into the woods.

"Oh, but I will" said Papa Theodore, answering Dean on the win. "I'll have you both. It is only a matter of time."