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Double Trouble

Chapter 19 – Broken

Dean flexed his tired shoulders; they were almost back to Missouri's house. They had decided that it would be best to just drive straight through. Dean checked on Sam for the hundredth time since getting him back. His brother was sleeping, but he could tell it wasn't a relaxing sleep. He also didn't like the sweat he saw pouring from his brother's face.

Sighing, Dean wondered if he had made the right decision…maybe he should have taken Sam right to the hospital. Dean smiled slightly as he looked at the person riding shot gun. Missouri had once again fallen asleep. He knew that she had used up most of her energy helping him get Sammy back. Dean worried about both her and Sam. These abilities of theirs always seemed to take such a high toll on them.

So far, Sam had only had shown a few abilities. But as Sam's powers continued to grow, Dean worried about the affect they would have on his little brother's body and soul. He knew Sam was afraid of what was happening to him and he knew that his little brother felt guilty about the pain and suffering caused by those who wanted his abilities. Dean just wished he understood more about what was happening so he could help his brother.

He glanced again in the rear view mirror as he heard Sam muttering in his sleep. "Hold on Sammy, we're almost there." Dean said quietly hoping Sam could hear him.

"Don't worry Dean…you'll know what to do when the time comes" Missouri said softly as she sat up in the front seat. She still felt tired, but she knew in time, she would be just fine. She frowned slightly though at the sensations she was feeling from Sam. The fear and emotions were just rolling off the boy as if the dam of his emotions had been ruptured.

"Missouri, what's wrong?" Dean asked worriedly. He had noticed the scowl on the woman's face as she looked back at Sam.

"I'm not sure Dean, but I am glad we will be home soon. That poor boy is near the end of his leash and we need to make sure nothing else happens to him for a short while."

Dean pressed down harder on the accelerator. As the miles flew by, Dean couldn't help feeling like Missouri wasn't telling him everything. Sam was getting more restless on the back seat and Dean could have sworn he heard him crying.

"Missouri…what aren't you telling me?" Dean finally asked as he pulled into the outskirts of Lawrence.

"I'm not sure, but your brother is practically glowing with psychic energy. Boy, get us home…NOW!" Missouri grabbed her head and groaned as a wave of emotions hit her.

Sam knew something wasn't right. He could sense his brother's thoughts and concerns for him, his brother's feelings were pouring into him. As they drove through various towns, Sam heard snippets of conversations in his mind and was bombarded with feelings that were not his own. The noises in his mind were growing louder with each mile they covered.

Sam whimpered as the pain in his body and mind grew. After being so cold, now Sam was burning up. He pushed the blanket covering him off, relishing the feel of the cool air on his skin. He opened his eyes for a brief moment, taking in the strained posture of his brother as he drove through the night. Dean was supposed to be resting and yet once again, here he was rescuing him again. Sam felt himself riding a rollercoaster of emotions, but for some reason he knew they were not all his. "What the hell is wrong with me?" Sam moaned as he gave in to the darkness once more.

Sam was trying to hide in his mind, trying to find the place that normally protected him…but it floated just out of his reach. He tried pushing back with his mind against the invasion of thoughts and feelings, but it only made his head hurt worse. His mind was on fire and he didn't know how to bank the flames. Any moment, Sam felt like his head was going to explode. So Sam did the only thing he could, he let go.

Dean drove quickly through the town and pulled into Missouri's driveway. As he turned to Missouri, he gasped at the strained look on her face. "What can I do?" Dean didn't like the look of pain on his brother's face. It almost looked like his brother was trapped in one of his visions. "Ah shit…he's having a vision!"

"NO, not a vision…Dean boy, you gotta get him into the parlor…quickly before, argh!" Missouri grabbed her head and pitched forward unconscious.

"Great, just great!" Dean said as he quickly opened the back door, trying to get to Sam. He pulled back as he felt the heat radiating from Sam's body. No wonder his brother was restless, he had a raging fever. "Hold on Sammy, let me get you inside and we'll take care of it. Can you wake up for me little brother?"

Sam felt a calming presence…he knew this presence, he trusted it. Sam fought to open his eyes and was rewarded with the sight of the one constant in his life. "Dean" Sam whispered, trying to focus.

"That's it little brother, can you stand?" Dean pulled Sam into a sitting position and helped him up to his feet. Sam's legs almost gave out, but Dean grabbed him around the waste and headed for the parlor. He wasn't sure why Missouri wanted Sam in there, but he trusted her judgment. Besides, it was closer than the bed room and Dean knew that Sam was going to collapse any moment.

"Come on Sammy, we're almost there…that's it, easy does it…good job!" Dean grunted as he lowered Sam to the sofa. Dean rose to leave and check on Missouri, but Sam grabbed his arm.

"Don't leave me Dean…please, I can't fight the voices anymore…please, don't go!" Sam's fever bright eyes latched onto Dean. Dean sucked in his breath at the despair he saw in their depths. He had to check on Missouri…besides; he also needed to get the first aid supplies so he could start working on Sam's injuries.

"Sammy…look, I'm only going to get Missouri. I'll be right back. Just try to rest." Dean placed a calming hand on Sam's sweat soaked hair. He watched as Sam calmed under his touch. Dean knelt down and continued to rub Sam's head until he saw his brother's eyes close and his breathing even out. "That's it Sammy, just relax. I'll be right back."

Dean stood quietly and exited the room, pausing just outside the door making sure that Sam didn't panic. After a few moments, Dean hurried back out to the car. Carefully opening the passenger door, Dean reached in and gently pushed Missouri back in the seat. As her head made contact with the leather seat, her eyes opened and looked around. "You got Sam inside I see." Missouri stated as she slowly exited the car. She would have fallen if Dean hadn't steadied her. Dean quickly helped Missouri into the house and helped her to a chair in the front room. Without waiting, he hurried once more out to get the supplied he knew he would need to work on Sam.

As Dean returned to the house, he paused to take a deep breath. He wasn't sure how, but he sensed that Sam needed him to be calm. Dean began to push the fear and other emotions below the surface. If Sam needed him to be calm, then that is what Dean would give him. Dean looked into the parlor and sighed as he saw Sam was still sleeping. At least for the moment, whatever dreams were tormenting his brother seemed to be leaving him alone.

Dean jumped as he felt a hand lightly touch his arm. "You did well Dean, I can sense he's much more calm now. We need to keep him that way, at least until we can figure out how to help him."

"What do you mean help him…do you know what is happening to Sam?" Dean looked at Missouri, giving her his tell me the truth or else look.

"I'm only guessing here, but I think he's experiencing the same problem I had after you found me. Do you remember when I asked you to bring me to this room?"

"Yes, I remember…you weren't able to block my emotions from entering your mind….right?"

"Correct, but Sam's abilities are much stronger than my own. I think that any stray emotions or thoughts are entering his mind right now and filling it."

"Ok, so we just need to keep him in the special room, which I'm assuming has some type of symbol or charm to block thoughts and emotions from entering the room. After he has rested, then he should be able to keep them out again…right?"

"In theory, yes…but with Sam, there is another problem." Missouri looked thoughtfully at the room. "He's not just receiving Dean…he's also…sending."

Dean stepped back and looked at Missouri as the implication of what she was saying soaked in. "So, you're telling me that Sam has just become a freakin beacon to any supernatural thing that may be in the vicinity!"

Missouri nodded.

"Oh crap!"

TBC

Raven524: Finally, I got to update! Hope you don't mind, but I felt like keeping this going just a little longer.