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Chapter 3
Dean was sitting on his bed. Nothing was making sense. Sam didn't seem to believe him. He kept quiet, lost in his thought, while Sam checked the mirror, then he came with a first aid kit to bandage Dean up. He kneeled in front of Dean and started cleaning the blood. Dean pushed Sam's hands away.
" I have to clean this up Dean."
" You don't believe me, you think I did this? Do you think I broke that mirror?" Dean asked taking the kit from Sam's hand and cleaning himself up.
" I don't know Dean. Why haven't I seen this thing? And how did the ropes disappear?" Sam took back the kit noticing Dean's difficulties.
" Beats me wonder boy!"
Dean moaned when Sam removed some pieces of the mirror that were stuck in Dean's wounds. " Ow, ow… careful there".
" I don't work miracles Dean." Sam tried to remove the pieces gently. " Tell me exactly what happened".
" The thing was playing with me. It turned into Layla". Dean said swallowing hard.
" Layla? That's weird" Sam said cleaning the wound.
" It wanted to make me feel guilty Sam, and it did a wonderful job".
Sam examined Dean's expression deeply. Guilty was well printed in his eyes. To break Dean was hard, and yet, the thing was bale to reach him. Sam questioned himself. The hallucination theory was not fitting so greatly anymore, not once his brother got hurt.
" What did you find out in the hospital?" Dean asked, lying down on his bed after Sam finished fixing him up.
" Umm, there are 3 people suffering from some serious mind illusions. They claim to be paying for their sins from the past; all of them said the same thing when I talked to them".
Dean looked at him angrily. " That's what you checked? You are convinced this is all in my head, aren't you?" Dean made a pause and had his eyes wide opened staring at Sam. His angry face became furious. " You talked to my doctor!" Dean accused jumping from the bed.
" Dean, I just wanted to be sure you were not under any post traumatic stress. I can't help if I don't know what's going on!"
" You…little… how about believing me Sam! That' a nice start!"
Sam had seen Dean angry before, and they had doubted theories before as well. Sam felt a little ashamed. Dean had been supportive when he started having the visions. That situation was different though. Sam wanted to believe Dean, most of all, he wanted to find a way to stop whatever was happening.
" Calm down ok? You have been through a lot! I thought that maybe… this was not supernatural".
"Bullshit Sam! I am not dying this time, I am fine."
" You almost died! That's what I was considering". Sam tried to explain.
" So? What did Dr. Marvelous say? Am I losing my mind here?" Dean had his arms crossed in front of his chest narrowing his eyes, waiting for the answer.
Sam looked at his shoes, not wanting to face his brother.
" No, he said you should be fine". Sam admitted.
" Now that you have the doctor's opinion, which seems more important than mine, can we please, focus?" Dean's voice was normal again. He wanted to sound mad and disappointed; however, if he was in Sam's shoes, he could have done the same thing.
" Ok. What do you suggest?" Sam had a smart ass expression. They had nothing.
" Maybe… we should take a better look at the story of those 3 people you talked to. If they think they are paying for their sins… feeling guilty too, could be related to what I've been seeing." Dean admitted calmly. Sam showed a broad smile and a smug look.
" Don't you dare bragging about it". Dean said reaching for the keys of the car.
Hospital:
Sam came in first. The secretary was there, smiling as usual.
" Hi Sam, I am surprised and glad to see you. I take you want to talk to your brother's doctor again."
" No…actually Julie, I wanted to talk to you, if that's ok". Sam gave her his best smile.
" Yeah, sure". This moment Sam made a gesture with his hands and Dean sneaked in and started looking for the patient's room.
" Can I offer you anything?" she reached for the cookies, the tea, the coffee and a marvelous chocolate cake. " I prepared this cake before coming here" She said blushing.
Sam got a piece from the cake. " It's very delicious, you cook well".
" So, what do you want to know?"
" Right, right…I am sure you know everything that happens around here…therefore…" Sam started complimenting her, always getting her distracted and smoothly getting information.
Dean was carefully checking the rooms trying to find the numbers Sam indicated from his last visit.
One of the rooms, he managed to find. It was in the end of a long corridor. I hate long corridors… and I hate hospitals. He thought recalling the asylum he'd been. " Man!". He whispered. Hospitals could be quite creepy too.
He slowly opened the door. Inside there was a woman, she was sitting on her bed whispering something to herself. Dean walked in, she didn't notice his presence.
" Miss?... Miss…" Dean said calmly coming close to her. The room was awfully white. The blinds, the wall, the bed, the bright light.
She looked at him. Her eyes were full of tears, it seemed like as if she was crying for a good while.
" It's ok. I just want to talk".
" I am a bad person" she said sobbing. Dean sat on her bed next to her.
" I don't believe you are. Something wrong is happening to you"
" I see her, she talks to me… all the time… she blames me for the accident". She leaned her head against Dean's chest.
" When did this happen? When did it start?" His voice was soft and comprehensive.
" Right after the accident. I was the only survivor… I thought everything was gonna be ok. The nun said my sister was in a better place. She was praying for me when I woke up".
" When you woke up uh? Did your heart stop?" Dean asked trying to sound as normal as he could.
She nodded her head. " The accident was pretty bad…I almost died too…maybe I should have". Dean wiped some of her tears. " Shhh, you'll be fine. I promise". Dean calmed her down. He stayed there a few more minutes.
He opened the door and he was walking back. Something had to make sense. The girl…that poor girl… was she passing through the same thing as he was? It seemed pretty similar to him.
His attention was caught and he lost the train of thought, by someone talking to him.
" Your soul seems to be tormented, young man". He turned around to see a small woman sitting on chair, in front of one room. It was a nun.
" Whose isn't nowadays? He answered
" Sit here for a minute." She offered making a gesture.
" I am in a hurry".
" You people are always in a hurry. Sit down, just for a second".
Dean let out a sigh and did the woman's wish. She touched Dean's forehead.
" Such troubled thoughts…poor soul". Dean lowered his head.
" Do you pray for everyone here?" he asked remembering what the girl had said.
" I am just doing my part, some people have no one to pray for them".
" Well, some have more faith than others".
" Your faith won't do you much good…Dean"
He heard his own voice saying. Quickly he raised his head looking for the thing that was hunting him. For one second, he was sure his hunter was sitting beside him, where the nun was supposed to be. He got up abruptly and scared… when he looked at the chair again; all he saw was the nun. No one else.
She had a puzzled look.
" What's wrong…young man?" The nun asked with a sympathy smile.
" Nothing…I need to go". He shook his head, tuned his back to her and went to find Sam.
Reception desk.
Sam was still making conversation with the Julie, by now he had eaten about 2 pieces of cake, 4 cookies and drunk a lot of coffee. Julie was enraptured.
He was interrupted by his phone ringing.
" Excuse me". Sam reached for his phone.
" What?" Sam answered the phone.
" What a lack of manners to answer the phone like that". Dean said observing Sam from the door outside. " Are you to busy with the secretary?"
" Jerk. I didn't see you coming out".
" Sneaked in… sneaked out, simple as that. I am waiting in the car… So, if you don't mind taking a rain check with Julie, get you ass here". He hangs up.
Sam says goodbye to Julie and goes back to the Impala.
" Having a nice chat there I see. She's kinda hot." Dean started the car. Then he stared at Sam for a moment. " Is that chocolate in your mouth?"
Sam passed his hands through his lips cleaning himself.
" Yeah, chocolate cake".
" Your chat was better than I thought".
"Focus on the issue Dean. What did you find out?"
" The girl was in a bad shape, her situation seems pretty similar to mine, I guess".
" Could you get a clue on how it started?"
" Not really, but…her heart had stopped as well, after an accident. And…I saw the thing again, looking like me. It's hunting me Sam".
" Shit. Did it do anything to you?" Sam got worried.
" No, it was for just a second".
"Shit Dean. I can't figure what the hell triggered this" Sam told Dean all he got from Susan, which was not that much, the address from those three people and something about the relatives. Not enough though.
" The address of the girl is close to our motel. I am gonna go to her house and talk to the family, see what I find out about her. You go back to the motel and search about anything that can do… what this thing is doing". Dean said getting the paper with the address from Sam's hands.
" You sure?"
Dean pulled over the car and passed the wheel to his brother. " Yeah, I am sure." He got out of the car. " It's not far from here. You can go".
Sam nodded his head and drove away.
Motel:
Sam opened the door of his room to find it weirdly dark. All the lights were turned off, and a creepy silence remained. He reached for the switch, it didn't work.
Shit. He thought. Something was very wrong.
A bright light, coming from a flashlight in the middle of the room, was directed straight into Sam's eyes, he put his hands up, covering them.
" Well, well. You were not exactly who I was expecting but…giving a second thought, there is no one better than you to get to Dean…isn't that right?"
It was Dean's voice, different from what he was used to listening. This one had no mercy in it. For the first time Sam met what he had been naming hallucination. The thing was taking Dean's appearance indeed. Definitely, he wasn't a shape shifter. It didn't feel like one, Sam had learned how to trust his feelings in cases like that.
" Dean was right all along".
" Yes, he was. But you know… your disbelief amused me…quite a bit. Your brother actually questioned himself…can you believe it?" It let out a slight laugh.
" What are you?"
" I already explained that! Dean and I…are the same".
In quick move, it was face to face with Sam, the thing was faster than Sam's eyes were able to follow.
" You will be very helpful to me Sammy". Saying this, the evil being hit Sam's head with the flashlight, not giving him a chance to even defend himself. The last thing Sam saw was the object coming to him…then all went black.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I wanted more things to happen in chapter three, but it would get too long so, I will write more of the angst next chapter. Please review! Tell me what you think:-) Great weekend everyone!
