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Double Trouble

Chapter 3 – Forewarnings

The shape shifter in Missouri's form, hurried back to the house. She wanted to get back to Sam before he became suspicious. Missouri wasn't sure yet what Sam's powers were, but she sensed that Sam might be able to discover her secret. She had to try to keep things as normal as possible until she could work out a way to weaken Sam against her powers of suggestion.

Missouri entered the living room and sighed with relief when she saw that Sam had apparently not woken from his drug induced sleep. Reaching over, she made Sam more comfortable on the couch, covering him with a blanket before quietly leaving the room to check on the other brother. Sam would be suspicious if she didn't help him with his brother and to be honest, the shape shifter relished it's ability to insert itself seamlessly into the lives of its victims. The challenge of fooling those closest to the victim had always been its favorite part of the game…almost as much fun as the torturing of the victims prior to their deaths.

Dean opened his eyes and groaned as he heard the door to the bedroom open. He smiled weakly as he saw the black woman entering the room. "Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes!" Missouri said as she bent over to feel Dean's forehead.

"Missouri, I'm fine…I don't know why Sam insisted on bringing me here…I could have slept just as well in a motel." Dean sighed, hating being hovered over.

"Dean Winchester, how dare you…I swear sometimes I don't know whether to hug you or beat the tar out of you. Your brother did the right thing bringing you here and I'll hear no more about it. Now how are you really feeling…and don't bother telling me fine cause I know better boy!" Missouri smiled as she saw the look of resignation appear on Dean's face.

"Ok Missouri…jeez, I just hate putting you out, that's all."

"You and your brother are never a bother…now that your awake, I'm going to go make you some food. You need something in your stomach other than pain medication. You just relax and I'll be right back with some soup." Missouri patted Dean on the shoulder and rose to leave the room.

"Ah, Missouri…where's Sam?"

"Don't you worry none about him, that stubborn brother of yours sat down on the couch and was so tired, he fell asleep before he could finish the tea I made for him. Poor boy, was exhausted after driving you half way across the country."

"Sounds like him…I tried to get him to stop, but he wouldn't listen." Dean ran a hand through his hair as he remembered the few times he had come to long enough to argue with Sam, only to lose the argument because of the drugs in his system.

"Don't you worry, I'll make sure that he gets plenty of rest and good food while you all are here…I'll be back shortly, why don't you try to get some more sleep…it will do you good!"

Dean smiled as he closed his eyes. It was nice for a change not to have to worry about guarding his brother's back. It had been a long time since he had felt safe enough to give into the demands of his body. Grimacing slightly as he tried to get his sore body into a comfortable position, Dean let himself drift back into a restful sleep.

Sam moaned as he heard someone enter the room. Opening his eyes, he smiled as he saw Missouri returning from the bedroom. "How is he doing?" Sam asked as he slowly sat up on the couch. He winced at the headache that seemed to have taken up residence in his skull. Sam rubbed at his temples, trying to figure out why his head was hurting him…he couldn't recall any nightmares or visions.

"Your brother is fine, he woke up a few moments ago looking for you. I'm on my way to get him some soup. Why don't you go ahead and jump into bed, you look like you could use some more sleep as well. I'll bring the food into both of you."

Sam yawned, he really did feel tired. "Sounds good Missouri, but I need to grab some things in from the car. Will you need help with the food?" Sam stood and headed towards the front door.

"Thanks Sam, but I can handle it. You just make sure that you get yourself into bed as soon as you get your things. My old bones aren't up to carrying you in there and your brother won't rest well unless you are close by." Missouri didn't wait to hear Sam's response as she headed into the kitchen.

She began preparing the soup bowls for each of the boys. As she worked on Sam's bowl, she added a few extra ingredients. A smile crossed her lips. Luckily she had been able to tap into the real Missouri's memories to gain some of her knowledge about herbs. Herbs that in the right combination could weaken a body as easily as strengthen it. It would be slow, but Sam would never suspect until it was too late.

Sam grabbed their bags from the Impala and made sure that the car was locked. He stopped for a moment and looked towards the old garage behind Missouri's house. He couldn't explain it, but he felt drawn to the building, almost as if someone needed him. Sam placed the bags on the porch and turned to head towards the garage to investigate. Before he got to the bottom step, the door opened and Missouri stuck her head out the door.

"Did you need any help Sam? If not, get your scrawny butt in here…you don't want this soup to get cold!" Missouri watched as Sam shook his head and headed back in her direction.

"Is something wrong Sam?" Missouri asked a little sharply.

Sam took a closer look at Missouri. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something didn't feel right. "I don't know Missouri, ever since I got here, I felt like something was wrong…are you sure you're ok?" Sam watched as Missouri's lips tightened for a moment, but then a smile appeared.

"I've told you Sam honey, there's nothing wrong here. It must just be your imagination, you just need to get some more sleep and you'll be fine."

Sam shook his head and looked once more towards the garage. He had learned to begin to trust his feelings when things didn't feel right. And he sensed that Missouri was hiding something from him. Maybe she would open up and talk to him later, after she felt that he was more rested. "Ok Missouri, but I know something is bothering you…you can tell me, maybe I can help."

Missouri headed back into the house, not waiting to see if Sam followed. This was going to be more difficult than she thought…she may need to step up her plans if Sam continued to be suspicious. "Sam honey, can you come here and grab Dean's tray for me?"

"Sure Missouri, be there is a minute!" Sam hurried into the bedroom that he was sharing with his brother and dumped the bags at the end of their beds. He took a quick look at Dean and smiled as he saw that his brother's color seemed to have improved. He was glad that he had decided to bring his brother here. At least here, they didn't need to worry about something jumping out of the closet to kill them.

Sam entered the kitchen and smiled as his stomach rumbled in anticipation of food. He hadn't realized that he was hungry until now. "That smells wonderful Missouri, but I can eat out here with you after I feed Dean. You don't need to wait on me…I'm fine."

"Ok, as long as you promise to head to bed after you finish. And don't try to tell me your not tired Samuel Winchester…I won't have you dropping off to sleep again!" Missouri began setting the table as Sam left with Dean's tray.

Sam pulled a chair up to the bed and began to wake Dean. "Hey there sleepy head, Missouri sent me in with your dinner and it's time for you to take some more pills…wake up Dean!"

Dean slowly opened his eyes and carefully stretched. Between the bruises on his back and the broken ribs, it was hard for him to move period. "No more pills Sam…I'm fine!" Dean complained as he bit his lip to keep from moaning.

"Dean, you heard the doctor, you have to keep taking the pain pills for the next couple of days to give your body a chance to heal. But if you want me to take you back to the hospital…" Sam knew how to get his brother to comply and he wasn't disappointed.

"Ok…ok…I'll be good…for now. Hey is that soup I smell? Man I'm hungry, pass it over!" Dean let Sam help him sit up on the bed and even let him arrange a pillow under his broken arm to make it easier for him to eat.

"So, I hear you took a little nap a short time ago…you can't let yourself get run down Sammy, I know that you are exhausted between taking care of me and your own injuries, you are going to need to rest too." Dean looked carefully at Sam, noticing the pale skin and dark circles under the eyes that seemed to always be present on his brother's face.

"I will Dean…as soon as you are settled, I'm going to grab a quick bite to eat and then I will be joining you in here…Missouri isn't giving me any choice!" Sam smiled at Dean as they both shared a moment of understanding. It was better to do what Missouri said than to put up with her temper.

Dean finished the soup and had taken his pills. After a not so quick trip to the bathroom, Sam helped Dean get comfortable in the bed. He was just getting ready to leave the room when the pain in his head intensified.

"Sammy! Sam! What's wrong?" Dean called, trying to get up to catch his brother, but he was too late. He watched in horror as Sam pitched face first onto the floor, unconscious.

TBC

Raven524: So, I managed to squeeze in an extra hour today to get this finished…hope you all enjoy it.