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Bait

Chapter 22 – Meltdown

Dean ducked as a lamp flew past his head, falling onto the floor. Realizing that Sam was probably suffering from the fever…he tried once again to get his brother's attention. "Sammy…Sam…look at me Damn it!" Dean crouched down next to Sam, worried about the sweat he saw running down Sam's face. He knew that Sam's powers took a lot of energy from him…right now; Sam didn't have a lot of energy to spare. He had to get Sam calmed down before either one of them were hurt.

When Sam wouldn't respond to Dean's voice or touch, Dean did the only thing he could think of…he slapped Sam across the face. Sam blinked and shook his head. Taking a shaky breath he tried to speak. "Dean?" The word came out as a mere whisper.

"Here Sam…give me your hand and let me help you up off the floor.'' Dean reached over and grabbed Sam's good arm, pulling him to his feet. Sam immediately started to fall and would have if Dean hadn't caught him. Dean helped his brother sit on the edge of the bed.

Sam looked around the room…how had he gotten here? He remembered being at the warehouse, he shuddered as the images began to play in his head. "Dean…ah…where are we?"

"We are in a lovely little resort area…I've booked the cottage for a month, so for the next 30 days, you can call this home sweet home!" Dean started to pick up the objects that had fallen and placed them back where they belonged. Luckily, nothing seemed to be damaged too badly.

Sam watched Dean, a puzzled look on his face. "Do they have earthquakes here?"

"Yeah…about a 1.2 on the Sammy scale I think!" Dean replied, trying to make light of the incident. He wasn't sure he liked this new power of Sam's…it was too unpredictable.

"You mean I did this? And in the warehouse?" Sam's eyes started to open in panic and his breathing became shallow. Dean stood and sat next to Sam, placing a hand on his brother's arm. "Yes, and it was awesome dude…you really made that Stephen go splat! Saved both of our asses…you just need to get a little more control over it, that's all."

"But I hurt you Dean…one of these times, I could kill you…Oh God, what a mess!" Sam let his head fall to his chest in defeat. It was bad enough he had this target on his back…but now, his freaky powers could actually hurt his family and friends. What was he going to do?

Dean watched Sam, knowing his kid brother was working himself up again. "Sam…look…I don't know much about these powers of yours…this spoon bending one…well, I'm sure that there must be a way for you to control it. "

Sam shook his head "Dean…I don't even know that I am doing it…how can I control it? Remember when the demon challenged me to use my powers, I tried…I really tried to move the gun, but I couldn't do it." Sam refused to look at his brother…he didn't want to see the sympathy that he knew he would see in Dean's eyes.

"So do something about it." Dean said quietly.

Sam's head snapped up and looked at his brother. "How…it's not like I can go to a class on this subject or check out a book…just how do you suggest I do something about it?" Sam felt his anger mounting…Dean couldn't possibly understand how he felt.

"Look Sam…there wasn't exactly a school out there to teach us how to hunt the things we do…we figure it out as we go, we do research…we talk to people who might be able to help…maybe Missouri would have some ideas…we could give her a call if you like."

Sam looked doubtful "I don't know Dean."

"Sam, we are all given things in life that we may not want to deal with…I certainly didn't want to lose mom, but it happened and I learned to deal with it. You have been give these abilities, yeah sometimes they are a pain in the ass…but more often than not, they have helped us save someone or save ourselves. Why are you afraid to try?" Dean challenged, knowing that this had bothered Sam for some time.

Sam looked at Dean and said softly "Because if I fail…you could be hurt or killed and I couldn't live with that."

Dean shook his head; sometimes his little brother could be so thick. "You know for a college boy, sometimes you aren't very smart…even uncontrolled, your abilities have saved my ass more than once. If you don't try…then we can continue going as we have been, but what if you could control it…if you don't try, you'll never know and maybe next time, we won't be so lucky." Dean stood and walked into the bathroom to return the towels and empty the bowl of water. When he returned, Sam was still sitting in the same position.

"So, are you ready to get some clothes on? Or do you want to continue with the back to nature look?" Dean placed the clean clothes on the bed and stood back, not wanting to panic Sam.

Sam sighed, he realized that Dean was just trying to help him, but he couldn't get past the disgust he felt whenever someone touched him. He tried to stand to take off the dirty, blood stained briefs but almost fell over. After a few more attempts, he gave up and looked at Dean, the agony plainly written on his face.

"Ok then, lets get those off and get you into something clean…then I'm going to help you out into the other room so that I can get some food into you…Missouri will kill me if you lose any more weight!" Dean kept up the meaningless chatter as he quickly got Sam changed into the clean clothes. He made a note to go shopping while they were here to replace the clothes that Sam had lost…most of them were beyond repair and he didn't want Sam to have any reminders of his visit with the vampires.

Sam tried to still the tremors that went through his body as Dean helped him change his clothes. He once again appreciated the way Dean handled the situation…he wasn't sure that he could have managed to allow anyone else help him. "Thanks Dean…um…but before we go into the other room, could you help me over to the bathroom?" Dean smiled and helped Sam over without saying a word. He waited patiently until Sam was done and then helped him into the living room, placing him on a sofa near the fire place.

A short while later, Sam sat back on the sofa, his stomach was full and his body was feeling warm from the fire that Dean had lit in the fireplace. Sam actually smiled as he watched Dean clean up…nothing could stop Dean in full mother hen mode. He moaned slightly when he moved his sore shoulder. His body ached and he was getting tired. "Hey Dean…do you mind…I think I want to go lay down for awhile" Sam hated asking for help, but he know that in his current condition he didn't have much choice.

"Sure Sam…but first, you need to take these pills…they are for the pain and the fever" Dean held up his hand as Sam stated to protest. "Don't even go there Samuel…I can see the pain on your face as well as the reddish color on your cheeks. Don't make me do the airplane and hanger trick…I think we are a little beyond that don't you?" Dean said with a wicked gleam in his eye as he held the pills, flying through the air like an airplane coming in for a landing.

Sam rolled his eyes and accepted the pills. "Anything to get you off my case!"

Dean watched as Sam took the pills. He reached over and helped Sam to his feet and once again steered him into the bedroom. After helping Sam into bed, he went into the other room and came back with a sling for Sam's arm. "Here, let me get this on you…it will help to keep you from hurting it further while you're sleeping. The doctor said you had some muscle damage…so, you should probably wear this for a few days until the stitches come out."

Sam didn't argue, he could feel himself falling asleep before Dean finished getting the sling in place. He didn't feel the light touch on his forehead as Dean checked his temperature, satisfied that the fever wasn't too high, Dean switched off the light. "Sweet Dreams Sammy"

TBC

Raven524: Hmmm…I thought I was done with this one, but I guess it needs to go a little further. Thanks for the reviews asking me to continue…my response…on to chapter 23!