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Double Trouble

Chapter 6 – Sam's Illness

Missouri sat in the kitchen, preparing more of the potion for Sam. She had to be careful, the boys were smart, but she knew that she was smarter. She had been at this for a long time and no one had ever uncovered her before it was too late. She had panicked when Sam saw through her in his dream, but as long as she could control the visions, she should be able to continue with her plan to have the power of both psychics. Deciding that she had done all she could for tonight, she went up to her room to catch some sleep.

The next morning, Dean opened his eyes and sighed. He could feel the pain in his body with sudden clarity which meant that the drugs were finally out of his system. He knew that Sam would want him to stay on the pain pills for a while longer, but he wasn't going to give in. He knew something was wrong with his brother and he was going to find out what it was.

Dean sat up slowly, deciding that he may as well test his legs to see if he could make it to the bathroom by himself now. Luckily his sprained ankle had healed enough that he could walk on it. Dean swayed for a moment when he stood, but soon was able to move slowly towards the bathroom. Dean was just finishing up when he heard a scream from the room.

"Dean!" Sam yelled his eyes popping open, searching the room frantically for his brother. The pain in his head was worse than before and he felt the bile rising in his throat. Tumbling from his bed, Sam staggered towards the bathroom, running straight into Dean.

"Whoa there Sammy…remember, injured brother here! What's the…" Dean watched as Sam sidestepped him and ran into the bathroom. A few moments later Dean heard the telltale signs of retching. Sam must have had another vision.

Dean sighed as he made his way slowly back to his bed. He pulled out some clean clothes and began the long task of getting dressed. No way was he going to stay in bed while Sam was suffering through his latest vision. He watched as Sam made his way slowly back into the bedroom and fell back onto the bed.

"So Sammy, wanna tell me about it?" Dean asked, worried by the paleness of Sam's skin and the pain etched on his brother's face.

"God Dean, I don't know what's wrong with me. I feel like I'm coming down with something…probably picked up a flu bug from the hospital. I'll be fine once I get a little more sleep." Sam hoped Dean would accept the explanation and leave him alone. Unfortunately, Dean wasn't in the mood to give in today.

"Sammy, I know that you had another vision…tell me what happened, you promised you wouldn't keep things from me anymore…so spill." Dean sat back on the bed, waiting for Sam to give in.

Sam sighed and sat up on the edge of his bed. "Dean, I told you…I can't remember anything from the visions or nightmares…except for this last one. And it doesn't make any sense…there is no way it could be real." Sam shook his head, immediately regretting the action as the pain in his head spiked from the sudden movement.

"Ok Sammy, you said that you felt that something was wrong here…you thought that Missouri was somehow involved and now?" Dean waited.

"Dean, in my latest vision, I saw myself pinning you to the wall in Missouri's kitchen…I think I was trying to kill you! But why would I hurt you Dean…I mean…it just doesn't make any sense." Sam groaned as his stomach began to churn again. Without waiting for Dean's response, Sam headed back to the bathroom.

Dean was concerned, it was possible that Sam had picked up some kind of bug and the virus was affecting his freaky powers, but Dean had learned that Sam's intuition and visions were usually pretty much on the mark. He had learned not to discount them, no matter how far fetched they seemed. After he made sure that Sam was ok, he was going to have a talk with Missouri.

As if she heard his thoughts, Missouri appeared with a tray of food for both boys. "Good morning Dean, I guess Sam's still not feeling too well this morning." Missouri looked towards the bathroom door as the sound of Sam's illness could still be heard.

"Yeah, he thinks he might have picked up a flu bug or something…I'm worried about the visions that he can't seem to remember…any idea what that could be about?" Dean watched Missouri closely to see how she would react. He couldn't sense anything different about her; he wondered once again if Sam was just having problems due to being ill.

"I'm not sure Dean, but I noticed yesterday that Sam seemed a bit off. I thought it was just due to exhaustion, but he could have picked up a bug…I'll check him when he gets out here. Don't you worry none about him, you just worry about getting yourself better!" Missouri set a plate of eggs, bacon and toast in front of Dean.

"Thanks Missouri, these look great!" Dean started to eat as he watched Sam return once more from the bathroom.

"Why Sam honey, you look horrible! You get back into that bed and let me take a closer look at you. " Missouri, placed a calming hand on Sam's arm and guided him back to the bed. Placing her hand on his forehead, she sighed as she felt the fever beginning to spike. "Tsk Tsk…looks like you are beginning a low grade fever there Sam. How is your head and stomach?"

Sam felt miserable, he couldn't remember the last time he had felt this sick. "Man, everything hurts…I'm sorry Missouri, but I think I've come down with something. Don't worry, I'll still help you with Dean…you don't need to take care of both of us." Sam tried to sit up, but was pushed back down by Missouri.

"You'll do no such thing Samuel Winchester…and don't you even think of getting out of your bed either Dean. I swear, if you two don't stay put, I'm going to have to go and get my spoon!" Missouri stood looking at the two boys with her hands firmly planted on her hips.

Sam and Dean both sat back on their beds, sharing a quick look between themselves. "Now I'm going to go out and get you some broth and some aspirin for you Sam. Dean you are going to take your pills and both of you are going to take another nap…even if I have to sit here and slap some sense into the both of you!" Missouri didn't wait, but continued to mutter as she left the boys.

"Whoa…what bee got in her bonnet?" Sam asked softly, looking at his brother.

"I'm not sure, but I think we better do as she says…that spoon of hers hurts like a bitch!" Dean said as he smiled at his brother.

ooooooooo

Missouri came to slowly, groaning at the aches in her body from the beatings she had received from the shape shifter. She could sense that her time was getting short. She could feel the drain of her powers as the shape shifter tapped into her mind. So far, she had managed to keep the beast from getting too much knowledge and had reserved a large part of her psychic power. But she also know that as her body began to die, her ability to prevent the shape shifter from getting what it wanted would decrease.

She had to be more careful in contacting Sam…she had sensed his confusion last night when she tried to warn him. She tapped into the shape shifter's mind, smiling when she realized that whatever linked them now, it worked both ways. She could sense what the monster was doing…including the fact that it planned to make Sam so sick, he wouldn't be able to fight it.

As the day wore on, Missouri patiently waited for her chance. She figured, she would only have one more shot at warning Sam before her powers would be too weak. She just needed to wait until the shape shifter was otherwise occupied and Sam was hopefully open and receptive. Missouri sighed, she could sense that the shape shifter was getting nervous…Missouri closed her eyes and tried to contact Sam one more time, praying that this time she would be successful.

oooooooooo

Missouri watched as both boys slept. She could sense that Sam was definitely weakening. He had taken some more soup just before lunch. After dinner, she would make sure that both boys had received a sleeping potion and then she would begin her work. She could almost taste the power that she would have once she tapped into Sam.

Walking out into the living room, Missouri tried to decide if she should check on her captive or rest up for tonight's activities. Tapping into Missouri's powers once more, the shape shifter smiled as it felt more of Missouri's power leaching into its' body. The real Missouri was too weak to be a further threat…the shape shifter smiled as it headed towards Missouri's bedroom. Yes, a nap was in order…afterall, tonight it would be trading placing with Sam and killing Missouri.

TBC