Cursed are the Peacemakers

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CHAPTER 3

Dean glanced around to make sure that there was no more creepy but gorgeous girls around before he crept downstairs, there was something very strange going on here, he needed to find Sam and if need be thump some sense back into him.

He moved stealthily towards the kitchen, he could hear Sam's voice as he chatted to Rebekkah, shit Sammy don't tell her about our childhood! Dean went to storm in there and give Sam a mouthful when he stopped and listened a little more intently. There was something about Sam's voice that sent chills down his spine.

Carefully he peered around the doorway to get a better view, he saw his brother sitting at the table, his meal half-eaten in front of him, a cup of that foul tasting brew in his hand as he chatted. There didn't seem to be anything strange in the scene at first glance but then Dean concentrated on watching his brother. Sam sat smiling up at Rebekkah as she moved around him, a glazed look in his eyes and his face bore no expression whatsoever.

It was then that Dean realised Rebekkah was actually quizzing Sam and that he was giving her answers in a toneless voice unaware of exactly what he was saying.

Dean winced as his headache intensified without warning, his sight blurred and his stomach decided to do somersaults, stumbling blindly he crashed into the wall wincing as pain flared through his shoulder.

'Dean?' Sam cried out as he stood up so quickly that his seat toppled behind him, blinking, and shaking himself out of his reverie to run to his brother's side. 'Dean.'

'Sammy? Isn't it usually me worrying about you and your headaches?' Dean quipped as he tried to smile but instead it turned into a pain-filled grimace.

'What happened?' Sam asked him concern flooding his hazel-green eyes, 'I heard you fall.'

'Headache, feel so sick.' Dean started to pale as his stomach finally decided to stop flip flopping and expel its contents. Retching violently he vomited, spattering Sam's shirt and jeans and landing on his boots.

'Oh Dude.' Sam said softly as he held his brother's shoulders, 'this is weird.'

'Tell me about it.' Dean managed to get out as he gasped for air, 'Man this is wrong, it should be you hurling on me.'

'Can you make it upstairs?'

'I – I think so.' Dean clung tightly to Sam's shirt as they slowly walked upstairs leaving Rebekkah to clean up the mess, she watched the boys leave with a very thoughtful stare as she finished wiping up the last of the vomit. She dumped the cloth in the fireplace and went in search of Grand-Papa this was not going the way it should be.

With Dean resisting to the point of making himself ill it could take longer than anticipated for the ceremony.

Dean sat on the edge of the bed trying to work out what happening; he didn't even object to Sam helping him out of his soiled clothes, then wipe his face with a warm cloth and help him into bed. Worried Sam chewed his lower lip, perhaps Dean sustained an injury in the crash, and no one had realised it. Sam, himself, was asleep at the time and only woke for the brief moment of impact before losing consciousness, he couldn't remember anything else or if Dean lost consciousness at all.

'Man I am so sorry.' Sam muttered as he tucked the bedding in around Dean who had fallen into a restless slumber. Tossing his head about he started to cry out, making Sam's stomach lurch and tighten, his invulnerable brother suddenly looked very fragile and very vulnerable.

Quickly changing clothes Sam went back to Dean's beside and passed his hand over his brother's face tenderly. Dean's face felt clammy, damp and very cold, frowning Sam patted Dean's cheek to rouse him. The only response he got was Dean's moans of pain growing louder as he started to thrash about in the bed, fighting an invisible enemy.

Without warning his fist shot up and connected with Sam's nose, swearing under his breath Sam sat back and held his aching nose. Blood trickled through his fingers as he sniffed and tried to staunch the bleed.

'Fuck Dean.' He snapped his voice sounding nasally.

'Are you alright?' Rebekkah asked from the doorway as she saw the dark crimson stains on Sam's hand and face.

'Yeah, he didn't know what he was doing.' Sam mumbled all he could taste was the acrid coppery taste of his own blood.

'Is he dangerous?'

'What? No! No, he's not well that's all.' Sam said as he turned to look at the young woman his eyes narrowing suspiciously, 'I have a feeling that he may have been injured in the crash and it's been overlooked.'

'Oh.' Rebekkah said simply then she turned and left the room.

'Sammy?' Dean spoke his voice barely audible, 'Sammy?'

'Here Dean, I'm right here.'

'Head hurts ... Sam we have to get outta here.'

'But we're safe here, no demons, no nasties nothing Dean we're safe.'

'No ... no we're not, Sammy she was quizzing you on our childhood and what we do.'

'When? Ah Dean you must have been...'

'Listen to me Sammy, just before ... just before I got sick she was asking you all of these questions about who we are and where we come from ... then just before I could say anything my headache exploded and well you know what happened next.'

'Yeah I guess I do ... but Dude Bekkah has done nothing but help us since we were found.'

'That old Dude, the one I saw in the road.'

'Yeah what about him?'

'I've been seeing him since we arrived.'

'Dean it must be the head injury...'

'Dammit Sam listen to me, he's trying to warn us, there is something completely hokey going on here. He warned not to eat or drink anything while we're here.'

'No Dean, you must have sustained a head injury in the accident. Maybe this is what your nightmare was about.'

'Sam.'

'No Dean, I'm not listening, Rebekkah, Grace and the other Peacemakers have done nothing but help us and give us a safe haven. They are not trying to hurt us.'

'No my Lad they don't want to hurt you ... as such.' A third voice joined the conversation.

'What the?'

'Sam meet Jonas, Jonas this is Sam.' Dean said waving his hand weakly at them, 'Jonas tell Sam what you told me, I have to go back to sleep now.'

'No, no Dean stay awake I think you have a concussion, you have to stay awake.' Sam cried out momentarily forgetting the strange old man and how he just appeared.

'Too tired Sammy, just need a little sleep.' Dean said slurring his words as his eyes fluttered shut.

'Dammit Dean, stay awake.'

'It's no use Sam Winchester it is up to you ... you have to save your brother's life and his soul.'

'What are you on about?' Sam snapped turning his anger towards the stranger.

'Dean's life, both here and eternal depends on you Sam and how much you want to fight for him; because fight you will have to do to get your brother back from the Peacemakers. They tried to sway you to their ways but Dean saw through it and now I fear that they are turning on him instead.'

'This is crazy.' Sam shook his head, 'all they have done is help us.'

'No Sam, all they have done is fuel their own desires ... desire to consume your humanities to allow them to stay here undetected.'

'What do you mean?'

'The Peacemakers, all of this ... you are in their realm now Samuel, you are no longer on the earthly plain.'

'You're not making any sense.'

'The Peacemakers trap travellers on the road and once they have them under control they consume their humanity and make them into one of them, never to leave again.'

'That is crazy.'

'No my boy that is the truth.'

TBC