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Bait

Chapter 27 – Balance Restored

Dean tried to back away from the crazed witch. He heard Sam groan and hoped that his brother would stay unconscious…he didn't want Sam to witness what was going to happen. "You really are a coward…you only attack when your victims are tied and helpless…you're weak and pathetic!" Dean yelled as he felt himself being lifted into the air once more.

Sam opened his eyes and stared in horror as he saw Dean being lifted once more into the air. He could see his brother being turned in the air so that his head was facing the floor. Nate intended to drop Dean on his head…it would kill his brother!

"Are you watching Sam…you are responsible for your brother's condition…I will give you one last chance…give me what I want and I will let your brother go!" Nate yelled as he looked at Sam.

"Don't you do it Sam…I mean it…Don't…Ahhhh.." Dean screamed as he felt himself falling. Suddenly he felt himself stop, just before his head hit the floor, he could actually see the dust bunnies under the couch.

Nate looked at Sam in astonishment "No…this can't be…you can't take control from me, I won't allow it!"

Dean groaned as he felt himself being lifted once more into the air…only to find himself being caught before he hit the ground. "Come on guys…I'm not a human yo yo here…find yourselves another…aw shit!" Dean floated through the air towards the wall, he yelped as his arm hit the wall, causing a shooting pain to run through his body.

"Give in to me Sam…you can't keep this up much longer…I'm stronger than you!" Nate looked into the kitchen. Dean watched in terror as he saw the butcher knife fly at him. "Sammy!" Dean yelled as he closed his eyes…opening them again as he heard the knife hit the wood beside his head. He watched again in horror as 6 steak knives headed in his direction…"Aw come on!" Dean yelled once again, flinching as he saw the knives hit the wall…one coming perilously close to the family jewels. "A little close there Sam...stop playing around!" Dean said through clenched teeth as he felt himself floating through the air again.

"Enough!" Sam cried. The pain in his head was almost unbearable; he could feel blood leaking from his nose. He allowed all the anger and pain that he had felt since he left college fill him, overflowing…he looked at Dean and gently placed him on the chair opposite him. He imagined the ropes holding him and Dean falling away. He then stood on unsteady legs and faced the witch…his own hate filled gaze causing the witch to back away in fear.

Sam knew the only way to get rid of the witch was to burn it…thinking about the fire place, he saw the fire rising in his mind and could feel the heat behind him. "Now Sam…don't be too hasty here…we can work something out…just calm down!" Nate pleaded as he saw the flames leaping from the fire place.

Before Nate could react, he felt himself being thrown across the room towards the fire place…there was a loud whooshing sound and Nate dissolved as the flames caught him in their deadly embrace.

Dean watched in awe as his younger brother finished the witch. He wasn't sure if he should break Sam's concentration, but he was concerned by what he saw. Sweat poured down Sam's pale face, mixing with the blood from his nose. He could see the pain in Sam's face and the tremors that ran throughout his body. Dean knew he had to do something before Sam injured himself.

Getting up from the chair, Dean staggered over to Sam. Placing a hand on Sam's shoulder, he felt his brother shiver. "Sammy…Sam…it's over…you can let go now…breathe for me…that's it, breathe in, breathe out…you've got it Sam!" Dean watched as Sam's eyes began to focus once more. "Dean?" Sam whispered as he fell back onto the couch, exhausted.

"Yeah bro'…I'm here, kind of…how are you doing?" Dean watched his brother trying to focus his weary gaze on his brother.

"Just tired Dean…God, I'm just so tired!" Sam almost fell asleep, but he heard Dean groan. Opening his eyes wider he sat up and took a closer look at his older brother. "Dean, your arm…let me see that!" Sam walked over and carefully picked up Dean's arm. He could see the bone sticking out just below the elbow. Luckily the bleeding wasn't too bad, but this would mean a hospital visit. "Come on big brother…time to get you to the hospital!" Sam smiled as he heard his brother reply "Great…and I just got the last ding out of her…you put one mark on her Sam and I mean it…this time, you will walk!"

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A week later, Sam came out onto the porch with a beer for his brother. Dean had refused to stay in the house another minute. Looking at the cast on his arm in disgust, Dean reached for the beer. "I can't believe that I have to keep this on for 6 weeks…and the itching…it's driving me nuts!" Dean complained. Sam just smiled as he went back in to get another beer for his brother. Maybe if he drank enough of them, he would forget about the itching.

Dean sat back in the chair and waited for Sam to return. While his brother appeared to be almost back to normal…Dean knew that he was still not totally healed. Being able to control this spoon bending powers, had given Sam some sense of control, but Dean knew that until he dealt with the rest, his brother was still a powder keg ready to blow.

He still had to get up each night to calm Sam down after the nightmares began…they were not getting less frequent, in fact, they seemed to be escalating. He knew that Sam was trying to suppress his feelings and Dean really wasn't in the mood for a chick flick moment, but he knew that until Sam talked about it…the nightmares would just keep getting worse.

Sam walked out on the porch and handed Dean another beer. "So, Sam, since it looks like we are going to be here for another month…how about we go down and check out the night life…maybe pick up a girl or two…I mean…we can actually go out with them more than once!" Dean smiled, thinking about the fun he could have, assuming the right opportunity presented itself.

"Go ahead Dean…I…I just don't want to hook up right now ok?" Sam shuddered at the thought of getting that close to someone…he didn't know if he would ever be able to handle it.

"Sam…you know that what happened, that what Kate did…had nothing to do with what you wanted…no one holds you responsible for her sick actions" Dean decided it was time to give Sam a little push.

"Dean, just leave it be ok…I don't want to talk about it. I'm going to go in and check out those web sites that Missouri gave you…I think I'll use the time to do more research on my abilities…maybe I can find something to help me gain more control over them…you go ahead and have a good time" Sam didn't wait for Dean to answer as he entered the cottage.

Walking over to the kitchen table, he opened up the laptop and started to log on to the internet. As he was waiting for the connection, he noticed that there was still a CD in the disc drive. He decided to see what was on the disc while he waited. Pushing play, Sam froze as he saw the images playing across the screen. He never heard Dean enter the cottage or take his shower. He stared at the screen, unable to move, unable to stop watching his torment…feeling every moment as if he was still there…still in the barn.

Dean finished getting dressed and decided that he would try to get Sam to join him one more time. It took him longer than usual as he had to contend with the cast on his arm. But then, maybe the cast could work in his favor…chicks digged wounds…he just needed to come up with a cool story. Walking out into the great room, he noticed the deadly silence in the room. He looked over towards Sam and immediately all thoughts of his evening out fled.

Sam's face was pale, his eyes staring blankly at the screen. Dean walked over to see what was on the computer. As he stood behind Sam, he froze as he saw the vampires feeding on his little brother. "Aw shit Sam…I'm so sorry…in all the confusion, I forgot to take it out…I meant to destroy it!" He quickly reached over and shut down the computer. He ejected the disc from the drive and going over to the fireplace, tossed it into the flames.

Sam hadn't moved, he just stared…he could feel the shame and disgust building in him…the pain of the bites as the vampires fed…Sam tried to retreat back into the safe shell he had built around himself during the past month…but he couldn't find it. He jerked as he felt strong arms grabbing him around the shoulders…crying in fear, he toppled from the chair and backed into the corner of the room. Sam began to rock, holding himself in a tight ball…willing himself to disappear.

"Sammy…come on little brother…it's me…you can let it out…I know it was bad…I saw it…I wish I could have stopped it, but I couldn't…please Sam…don't shut me out…I can't help you if you keep shutting me out!" Dean felt the tears begin to flow as he knelt in front of his brother, afraid to touch him, but afraid not to…he could feel Sam slipping away from him. Deciding that he needed the contact, Dean reached over and grabbed Sam, pulling him into his arms.

Sam fought, but Dean wouldn't let him go, he just held on, speaking soothing words of comfort. Suddenly Sam stopped and lifting his head, looked into Dean's eyes. Dean couldn't believe the shame and fear that he saw in their depths. "Sam…you know that you have nothing to be ashamed of…what they did to you…you did nothing to ask for it and you certainly didn't deserve it…you and Sheila were both victims. But you don't have to let them win Sam…just let it go…I'll be here to catch you!"

Dean listened, holding his breath as he felt the first sob torn from his brother's throat. He could feel Sam struggling to keep the poison in…but finally, the dam broke and the agony was released. Dean held on fast, knowing that Sam was near the breaking point. "That's it Sam, let it all out…I'm here…I'll always be here for you."

Dean held Sam until he felt the sobs cease and the tremors in his brother's body stop. Leaning back, he reached for Sam's face and lifted it so that he could see his brother's eyes. He sighed in relief when he saw the sorrow there…no blank stare, just sorrow. His brother was finally healing…Dean knew that it would be awhile before Sam was whole, but at least the process had begun.

Helping his younger brother up from the floor, Dean looked at his shirt and couldn't help himself "Damn Sam, now you've done it…you wrinkled my best T-Shirt…now I have to go change…how do you expect me to attract the chicks in a wrinkled T-Shirt!"

Sam smiled as Dean continued his tirade…his feeling were still raw…the wound still open, but he did feel better…as long as he had Dean, he would always find his way back….home.

The End

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