Dean goes to Sam.
"Sam?" He kneels beside him and dials 911. "Hold on Sam."
Sam is looking at him and Dean sees the fear in his eyes. Dean looks around and sees the candles in a circle.
"I need an ambulance at 2404 Winters. Apartment 319." He grips the phone, yelling urgently into it. "He can't breath and he's turning blue!" He looks at Sam.
Sam wants to talk to Dean but he can't. All he can do is look at him.
"Dean, help me. I'm suffocating. I don't know what she did to me. We need to stop her." Dean sees the panic in Sam's eyes. They hear the sirens.
"I hear them." He hangs up as the sirens stop. What seems like an eternity the paramedics walk in and Dean is pushed back from Sam. The female paramedic looks at Dean.
"Are you a relative?"
"Yeah. I'm his cousin. Dean Lucas."
"What do you know about this?"
"Nothing. I came to pick him up so we could spend time together before he had to get back and I found him like this."
"What's his name?"
"Sam. Sam Winchester." The other paramedic is on the radio. "Is he allergic to any meds?
"Not that I know of."
"Is he taking any meds?" She asks him, and Dean shakes his head. "What about street drugs?" Dean stares at her.
"No. He doesn't't. He never has. We were raised to be healthy and careful about what we put in our bodies. His dad drank too much so Sammy doesn't do that either." The paramedic nods. They put Sam on a Gurney.
"Where are you taking him?"
"City Memorial" Dean nods as they walk out with Sam. Dean looks around then takes off. He pulls into he hospital just as the paramedics are taking Sam into the Emergency room. He parks and sprints to the ER. The nurse looks at him.
"May I help you?"
"Yes! They just brought my cousin in. Sam Winchester." She nods and hands him a clip board and a pen.
"Please fill this out for us. As soon as the doctor can he'll talk to you." Dean starts filling out the forms. Just as he finishes the paper work a man walks up and Dean looks at him.
"Mr. Lucas?"
" Yes. How’s Sam?"
"We have him intubated and he’s stable. Do you know what happened?"
"No. He said he had a date and I drove him there." The Dr. looks at him. "We’re on a road trip. He lost his girlfriend." The Dr. nods. "I told him that I would pick him up in a couple of hours. When I got there, I was early, so I waited. When he didn’t come out I went up and knocked on the door. Sam didn’t answer and I kicked the door in. That’s when I found him on the couch."
"I see. I’m running some blood tests. We should know something in about an hour."
"Can I see him?" He asked, desperation filling him at not being able to see for himself that his brother was doing okay.
"Yes. I’ll take you to him." Dean stands and follows the doctor. They enter a large room and the doctor takes Dean to a room. Dean walks in and sees Sam laying on a bed. He has wires hooked up to an EKG machine, he has IVs in both hands. Dean looks at the pole and sees four bags there. There is also a tube going down his throat.
"Hey Sam." Sam opens his eyes and he looks at Dean. Sam’s thinks.
"Help me Dean." Dean sees the emotions on Sam’s face.
"I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what happened to you. I wish you could tell me."
"Dean I don’t know either. I’m scared."
"Sam, I’m not going to leave you alone. I promise." He pulls up a chair and sits beside him The doctor walks into the room and looks at Sam then at Dean.
"Mr. Lucas, I need a moment of your time please." Dean looks at Sam and nods.
"I’ll be right back Sammy. I promise." They walk out into he hall. The Dr. stares at some papers then looks at Dean.
"What is your cousin really into? His tox screen came back. I need to contact the police department."
"Why? What did you find?"
"I was told to contact the police department if anyone came in with these symptoms."
"Of what? What did you find?"
"We found a high concentrate of Ketamine and a low concentrate of curare. I haven’t notified the police. Yet. So what was your cousin into?" Dean’s face goes pale. He shakes his head.
"Nothing."
"The last time we had a case like this Voodoo was listed as their religion. Does your cousin practice?"
"No. We’ve never been much for religion. Not since my aunt died."
"I see. I still have..."
"Give me four days. Let me see what I can find out." He looks at the doctor. "I will tell you everything that I find out. I just don’t want my Uncle to find out about this in the wrong way." The doctor nods and Dean sighs heavily.
"If I haven’t heard from you in four days I will turn this over to the police department. Do you understand?" The doctor said sternly. Dean nods.
"How long will he have the tube?
"I plan on taking it out later. He’s on oxygen to see how his lungs are reacting to taking in air."
"Ok."
Dean walks back into Sam's room. He sits beside him. He touches Sam's arm but Sam doesn't respond. Dean stands and starts out. He stops and looks back. I"ll find this woman and make her pay for this. I promise." He walks out.
Dean drives up and parks in front of the room. He turns off the car and gets out. He goes to the door and unlocks it. He walks in and turns on the light. He takes out his cell phone and begins to scroll through the numbers. He stops and pushes the call button. Three rings later someone answers.
"Hello?"
"Hello Vala. It's Dean."
"Dean .it's so nice to hear from you. What's happened that you felt the need to call me?"
"I...My brother is...was almost killed."
"By who?"
"Her name is Nenet. She used Ketamine and Curare. I need to know as much about her strengths and weaknesses as soon as you can."
"Nenet?"
"Yes. I need it as soon as possible."
"Ok. I have your number and I will get back to you" They hang up.
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