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Double Trouble

Chapter 4 – Forgotten

Dean hated that he couldn't get to his little brother, but the pain from his injuries and the drugs in his system were making it almost impossible for his to sit up, much less get off the bed. "Missouri…help!" Dean called, wondering for a brief moment why the woman wasn't already here…normally she would appear without them having to say anything.

"Dean, what's wrong…Oh! Sam honey!" Missouri knelt down next to the unconscious form. Closing her eyes briefly, she placed her hand on Sam in a comforting gesture, but in reality she was trying to get a peek at what was happening to Sam.

Sam was confused. He saw Missouri in a dark cellar, chained to a wooden post. Sam quickly moved towards Missouri, but an invisible force threw him back away from her. As Sam stood up, he noticed that Missouri was moaning as if in pain. Her eyes suddenly opened and appeared to be looking directly into Sam's soul.

"Sam…danger, get out of the house…don't worry about me…must save yourself!" Missouri screamed as her head was slammed back against the pillar. Her eyes closing once more.

"Missouri!" Sam yelled as he tried once more to reach the unconscious woman. But once more, Sam felt himself thrown against the wall with such force that he felt himself losing consciousness. As he fell into darkness, he heard a strange whisper in his mind. "Forget"

Sam's eyes jerked open as he rolled away from the hand on his arm, away from the pain. "Sam honey, what's wrong?" Sam sat up and saw the person sitting next to him was Missouri, a look of concern on her face as she reached over to pat Sam on the shoulder.

"Ah…I'm not sure…I mean…Oh God, my head!" Sam felt himself getting sick. Not wanting to make a mess for Missouri, he staggered to his feet and headed for the bathroom.

Dean could hear his brother getting sick in the bathroom across the hallway. "Man, he never gets a break from those damn visions! I wonder what he saw this time?" Dean struggled to sit up on the bed, but was pushed back down firmly by Missouri.

"Dean, don't you worry, I'll help your brother. You need to get your rest."

"Not until I talk to Sam, he needs me Missouri…these visions take so much out of him. I'll be fine, just help me sit up, I promise not to leave the bed." Dean gave Missouri his best no nonsense stare. It seemed to work as Missouri, muttering something about stubborn Winchesters, helped him to sit up; placing pillows behind him to ease his pain.

A few moments later, Sam staggered back into the bedroom and sat on the opposite bed. He looked over at Dean and Missouri, misery evident in his posture. "I'm sorry Missouri, but I think I'm going to have to pass on the soup…I don't think I can handle it right now…" Sam laid back on the bed and covered his eyes with his arm.

"You'll do no such thing Samuel Winchester, you need to get something into that stomach. I'm also going to bring you some tea to help your stomach. You just stay in that bed until I get back." Missouri turned and looked at Dean. "And that goes for both of you!"

Dean shook his head and looked at Sam. "I wish she wouldn't do that…I hate it when she anticipates my moves."

"Dean, you should be glad she doesn't anticipate all your 'moves', especially the late night variety" Sam tried to deflect the conversation that he knew was coming.

"Very funny…now before Missouri gets back here, what happened?" Dean watched as Sam removed his arm from his eyes, a confused look in their depths.

"That's just it Dean…I've been trying to remember, but I can't…for the first time, I had a vision and I can't remember what it was!" Sam's breath hitched as his fear communicated itself to his brother.

"Sammy, don't worry about it. Maybe it was just the stress of the past few weeks catching up with you. You have been driving yourself…I told you to stop on the way here, but you were just too stubborn to give in." Dean tried not to let Sam know how worried this latest development made him. Sam always remembered at least some of the vision. He just hoped that Sam wasn't hiding something from him.

"Dean, I'm scared…I mean, what if it wasn't a vision, but some other freaky power trying to come out…you know, like the spoon bending power. I don't know how much more of this I can take!" Sam rubbed his sore temples…the headache from earlier in the day had gotten worse.

"Look Sam, we're safe here. Besides, if something else is happening, who better to help you figure it out than Missouri? Why don't you try to get some sleep and we can try to figure this out in the morning." Dean tried to hide the yawn, but Sam had seen him.

"Dean, you need to get your rest. I'm fine…really. Besides, Missouri is probably going to mother hen me to death before you wake up!" Sam grinned as the object of their discussion entered the room.

"I heard that Samuel Winchester…you better watch it or I'll do more than mother hen you!" Missouri smiled as she set the tray on the table. "Now Dean, let's get you settled and then I can start working on your baby brother over there…mother hen…I'll mother hen him one!" Missouri muttered as she helped Dean get into a comfortable position.

Dean turned towards Sam and gave him a sympathetic look before he finally closed his eyes, glad for once that Missouri's temper wasn't aimed at him.

Sam tried to sit on the edge of the bed, but he only got one foot on the floor before he felt a sharp slap on his shoulder. "Did I give you permission to get out of that bed…you jest sit back and let me bring the dinner over to you. I want you to eat and drink everything on this tray or you'll wish you was never born!" Missouri helped Sam off with his shoes and tucked him under the covers before she brought over the tray. "Ok honey, you finish this up while I go and get you a couple of aspirin for that head of yours."

Sam began to eat the soup, but refused to drink any of the tea. His stomach was already recoiling from the soup. He didn't want Missouri to get any more upset with him, so he finished the bowl of soup. He looked over at Dean and envied his ability to drop off to sleep so quickly. Granted, the drugs were helping, but Sam felt that somehow sleep would not be so easy for him tonight.

Missouri returned a few moments later with the pills and some bottled water. Noting that Sam had finished the soup, she smiled and patted him on the hand. "The tea will help your stomach Sam, you really should try to drink it."

"No Missouri, thanks…but I was lucky to get the soup down. I'm always a little sick after one of my episodes…I just wish I could remember what happened in this one." Sam shook his head in frustration.

"Sam honey, I'm sure if it was important, you'd remember it. We can talk about this tomorrow when you're more rested. Now, lay down and get some sleep." Missouri reached over and turned off the light. She watched with satisfaction as Sam's eyes began to close. She would give it a little time and then the fun would begin…but first, she needed to make sure that there was no more interference from a certain psychic.

ooooooooo

Missouri sighed as she sensed Sam falling away from her. She had tried to warn him of the danger, but the shape shifter was using her own powers against her. She smiled as she realized that the shape shifter had not learned enough from her memories to figure out all of Sam's abilities, but she also knew that Sam was in great danger and she wasn't sure she was strong enough to help him.

Missouri blinked as the light came on and prepared herself for the retribution that was sure to come from the shape shifter. She only hoped that she could come up with a way to break through to Sam before it was too late.

TBC

Raven524: Ok, here is a bonus chapter to make up for yesterday. Hope you all like it.