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Ghost Hollow

Chapter 14 – Bound

"I've told you Sam, it's me. Let me show you…" Jessica walked forward, placing her arms around Sam she leaned in for a kiss. As their lips met, Sam felt something…something was wrong!"

"Dean! Dean! Help me!" Sam sobbed as his body began to convulse on the bed. But there was no answer.

Dean had just finished grabbing their dinner, once again thanking Cal for his generosity. Once he had found out that Sam wasn't feeling well, he offered to have someone drop off breakfast for them in the morning so Dean could stay with his brother. Waving to Cal as he hurried back to the car, Dean wondered once again what else could be lurking in Ghost Hollow.

Whatever it was, it wasn't a spirit. Dean wondered if maybe it was some kind of shape shifter or demon. It could even be some time of witch for that matter. All would have the ability to appear as Jessica and a horse. One thing was for sure, he wasn't going to let Sam wander anywhere near that place until they had a better idea of what they were dealing with. In fact, he had actually toyed with taking Sam away from here. After all, it wouldn't do them any good if Sam ended up getting himself killed.

Dean parked the Impala and grabbed the food as he headed for the hotel room. He paused outside the door as he heard a crash from inside the room. Dean quickly opened the door he soon found the cause of the crashing noise. Sam was laying on the floor, the lamp from the nightstand had fallen as well and lay in pieces around his brother's convulsing body.

"Sammy!" Dean cried as he dropped the bags on the table and rushed to his brother's side. Sam was tossing on the ground, his body rolling in the broken glass from the lamp as his brother appeared to be trying to break free from something.

"DEAN!" Sam screamed once again, tears beginning to roll down his cheeks as he sought help from the only person who he knew could help him.

"Holy Crap Sammy! Calm down, let me get these handcuffs off before you hurt yourself any further." Dean quickly released his brother's wrist from the handcuff, wincing as he realized that his brother probably now had a badly sprained wrist from the swelling. Next he grabbed Sam and place him on his own bed. He needed to check Sam out, but first he had to figure out a way to wake Sam from whatever nightmare he was currently caught in.

Dean sat beside Sam and grabbed his head in his hands, he gently patted Sam on the cheek trying to wake him. "Come on Sam, I'm here. Just follow my voice and open your eyes. It's just a dream Sam…it's not real!"

In his mind Sam heard the desperate sound of his brother's voice. He pulled his head from Jessica's embrace and began to back away from her. He knew that all he had to do was follow his brother's voice and he could leave this place.

"You are bound to me now Samuel Winchester. You should be honored, you will not be consumed as the other were, but instead you shall help me lure and consume for some time to come!"

Sam ran towards his brother's voice, as the mocking words of Jessica continued to ring in his ears. "You are mine now, you can choose to join me or you can choose to fight, but in the end you will die either way!"

Dean watched as Sam struggled towards consciousness. He didn't like the shallow breathing or rapid pulse that he felt as he pressed his fingers against Sam's neck. "That's my boy…you can do it. Open your eyes Sam!" Dean encouraged as he saw the rapid eye movement that meant his brother was almost there.

"Dean?" Sam groaned, as he slowly opened his eyes.

"In the flesh! Dude, you scared the shit out of me…I come back and find you flopping around like a fish out of water. What the hell is going on Sam?" Dean watched as Sam tried to focus on his brother's face. As Sam opened his mouth to speak, Dean saw his brother begin to wince in pain once more.

"Hold on Sam, looks like Marie wasn't the one with the spell…don't worry, just relax and we'll figure this out. First thing first…can you sit up for me? I need to check you out and patch your newest leaks. Then you and I are going to eat the dinner that Cal has sent for us. We can talk about all this after we finish eating. Until then, all I want you to do is think happy thoughts ok Sammy?" Dean watched as Sam took deep breaths and then smiled up at him.

"Yes Mommy Dearest!"

"I'll Mommy Dearest you one Sam, you know I'm getting tired of having to clean up your messes…I'm not Martha Stewart you know!"

"No more like Mrs. Cleaver…ow! That hurt!" Sam complained as his brother pulled a piece of glass from Sam's elbow.

"That's what you get Beaver for playing with sharp objects!"

The boys continued their banter as Dean finished attending to the newest cuts created by the broken lamp. He finished by wrapping Sam's wrist, which luckily looked like it was just a minor sprain. "Ok Sammy…time to eat!"

Sam smiled as he followed his brother to the table, the food actually smelled good making his own stomach grumble in anticipation. Sam blushed as Dean smirked at him. But both decided to try to get the food down without any more incidents.

As Dean cleared the table, he noticed that Sam had pulled out his journal once more and after reading it for a moment he began to write in it once more. Dean decided that he would leave Sam alone for a few moments and take a quick shower. "Sam, I'm going to clean up real quick…will you be ok or do you want me to help you back into bed?"

"Naw, I'm good Dean…you go ahead!" Sam said without even looking at his big brother.

Sam smiled when he heard the shower start. He knew that his brother was tired and needed to get some rest. He felt bad that Dean had to carry most of the load on this case. He just hoped that they could figure out what the hell was haunting Ghost Hollow soon.

Sam continued to read his journal and make notes while gathering his thoughts. It was strange, if he tried to force the memory or speak to Dean about something that actually happened…he would experience pain. But reading what he had written and helping with the research didn't seem to bother him. He knew that he couldn't give the journal to Dean, even thinking about it now was causing the pain to build. But Sam quickly refocused on just trying to put his thoughts together on paper.

He now knew that they had really missed something. He should have known that the horse had more significance. Marie had never really tried to hurt him. In each case, it was the horse that had become aggressive. He should have seen it sooner. Now by releasing Marie from this plan of existence, whatever it was would be looking for a new host.

As it got later in the evening, Sam could feel the familiar pull coming from Ghost Hollow. As he stood to stare out the window, he could sense his brother standing resolutely behind him. He hadn't even heard his brother leave the bathroom.

"Not tonight Sammy…You won't be going anywhere tonight and if I have to knock you out to keep you here I'll do it. Besides, I still owe you from last night!" Dean said as he rubbed his jaw.

Sam turned to Dean but before he could say anything, he felt a sharp pain in his head that caused him to fall to his knees once more.

Dean rushed to his brother's side, and holding him in his arms he spoke into the night. "You won't be getting him tonight or any other…so whatever you are, just let him go or I swear to God, I will kill you!"

TBC