Chapter 7

Breeze took a seat in one of the two chairs in the room and watched the two still figures in the hospital bed. She could hear soft whispers as Storm tried to reach Dean, but she had a sinking feeling that whatever they did wasn't going to help him. No matter how much they wanted it. What she had learned from Sam was not good and she knew enough about head injuries to know that they could be very serious and even fatal. She looked to the door and saw Sam standing there for a moment just watching before stepping into the room and moving to her side.

Sam took the seat beside her and reached for her hand to hold tightly as he watched his brother fight for his life. After a few minutes, Sam slowly looked around the room like he was feeling something off. A slight chill ran over his skin as if the temperature dropped in the room. He looked to Dean and then let his eyes glance around the room again.

"Dean, are you here?" Sam asked softly.

Breeze barely heard him and frowned as she looked where Sam was looking trying to determine what made him stiffen and go on alert and speak to his brother. She felt goose bumps on her arms and squeezed Sam's hand.

"What do you feel?" she whispered to him.

"I think Dean's spirit is in here. We need to communicate with him."

"But how? If we can't see him, can we even hear him?"

"No, he won't know how to do any spirit stuff. He's only been this way for a brief period, I don't know how long it takes for a spirit to learn how to do things."

"What can we do?"

They turned when Storm slowly sat up in bed and looked beside it like she was seeing something. She reached out a trembling hand as she slipped carefully from the bed. She closed her eyes and her body swayed back and forth as she sucked in a hard breath and would have fallen if Sam hadn't caught her.

"Storm, are you okay?" Sam asked her as her head lolled forward limply. He shuffled over to a chair and let her sit as he knelt by her.

"Sis, what's wrong?" Breeze asked placing a hand on her shoulder to help hold her up.

Storm slowly raised her head and looked at Sam as she wet her lips and swallowed so she could talk.

"Hiya Sammy," Storm spoke, giving him a lopsided grin.

Sam looked in shock at Storm because even if the voice was female, that was his brother speaking.

"Dean?" Sam asked with uncertainty.

"Yeah, Stormy pulled me in. I knew we were connected but I didn't know it was this strong or how she managed to do that."

"Sam what does Sis mean?" Breeze asked not following their conversation.

"Dean is possessing Storm. His spirit is inside of her."

"Holy crap!" Breeze exclaimed.

"You learn something new every day," Storm shrugged. "Look Sammy, I'm sort of in limbo here, between the living and death and something is here with me."

"What can I do?" Sam asked standing and going into full hunter mode. He didn't like the sound of something being after Dean.

"Nothing Sammy. This is up to me."

"Dean, you need to stay alive. We'll figure something out. I read in a book about deals and…."

"No, you won't. If you do, I'll kick your skinny ass! Hold on," Dean/Storm told Sam. "Okay, Stormy can't here this. If now's my time to go…Sammy, you need to let me go. Just promise me both of you will take care of Stormy for me. She'll take it hard and…"

"Don't talk like that!" Sam insisted in a harsh voice. "We're going to find a way to save you. Dad and Bobby will help. They know a lot of people. There has got to be someone who can help, a voodoo priest, shaman, witch, some one. Don't you give up on us."

"Sam, what are you doing?" John asked after hearing part of the conversation when he stepped into the room.

"Hey Dad," Dean/Storm greeted him making John glare suspiciously at Storm and then at Dean's body still lying in the bed.

"Dean is possessing Storm," Sam tried to explain. "He says he's stuck between the realm of the living and the dead and there's something there with him. What can we do Dad?"

"Sam, can I talk to you in the hall?" John asked him as he eyed this woman that Dean was possessing.

"Sure Dad. Bree, stay with Storm." Sam followed John from the room and down to his room. "What is it Dad?"

"I've read about spirits possessing people but have never seen it. How did it happen?"

"I don't know, one minute we were sitting there, and the room got cold. Storm acted like she saw something and suddenly she almost fell, and I got her to the chair. When she spoke, I knew it was Dean."

"It might be a good idea that he leaves the girl's body. I don't know if there's any dangerous side effects for her with him doing that."

"But wouldn't it be safer for him there? Whatever is in there with Dean might hurt him."

"Not necessarily. It might find him and then endanger the girl too."

"Her name is Storm, Dad. You could at least call her that," Sam bristled slightly.

"I don't think I like that tone of voice son, but I stand corrected, Storm might be in danger too."

"Is there any way Dean can protect himself in this state?"

"I don't know. I called Bobby yesterday and he's going to be here shortly, maybe he might know something."

"Good. Will you let me know when he gets here?"

"Alright," John replied and grimaced when he moved his arm the wrong way making it ache and his leg didn't feel much better. His body was sore and bruised letting him know he wasn't as young as he used to be. Injuries seemed to take longer to heal, and he didn't bounce back as quickly anymore.

"Why don't you rest Dad? You got thrown around pretty good when we were hit," Sam suggested. "I'll come get you if there's any changes with Dean."

"Alright son, that's probably a good idea. I'm checking out tomorrow anyway. There's some things I need to do."

"Did your doctor say that, or is that your idea?"

"I'm fine, Sam," John's gruff voice replied. "Go on back to your brother and get him to leave the gi…Storm."

"Alright," Sam grunted before turning to leave. He walked back down the hall to Dean's room and went inside as he mulled over what their Dad had said. What did he need to do? Why would he leave now? Did he not care about his eldest son?

"Sammy? Are you okay?" Bree asked when she saw the serious, frown on his face.

"Sammy, what did Dad want?" Dean/Storm asked.

"What?" Sam questioned when he was pulled out of his thoughts and looked to Storm.

"What did Dad want?" Dean/Storm asked again in an irritated voice.

"He said Bobby would be here later today to get the Impala before the cops looked too closely at it."

"Good. You take care of my Baby."

"He also wanted me to tell you that you shouldn't stay in Storm. He didn't know if there would be any lasting effects for her."

"Maybe we can find another way to talk. I wonder if you could type on a laptop?" Sam mumbled. "Or maybe there's another way…" Sam said. "Dean, do you know how to get out of Storm?"

"I don't even know how I possessed her. But I'll try." Dean/Storm stood, and she closed her eyes and her body stiffened. After a moment she spoke again. "Stormy, it's okay, you have to let me go," Dean mumbled. Storm mumbled and gasped for air as she softly cried out when Dean's spirit left her.

"Sis, it's okay," Bree told her wrapping her arms around Storm's trembling body.

"Sam…How did that happen? If Dean's not in his body, does that mean…." she couldn't finish her thought because she didn't want to hear it out loud. Tears began to run down her face as she tried not to panic. Her body felt out of sync with everything, and her head was beginning to pound. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and rubbed her temples trying to ease the pain.

"No, no, Dean is sort of in limbo. His soul is here and will go back into his body if he starts to wake up."

"And if he doesn't come out of the coma?" Bree asked before Storm could.

"I want him back," Storm whispered as tears ran down her face. "He can use my body; I'll do anything for him. Please Dean come back to me," she spoke softly into the room looking around. "I love you, I need you." He voice broke as she sobbed softly.

"I honestly don't know," Sam replied hanging his head. "I need to run out, stay here with Dean, I won't be gone long."

"Okay," Bree answered keeping an arm around Storm for support. "Hurry back. I'll take care of Storm."

"Why won't he come back?" Storm mumbled reaching for Dean's body.

"It's okay Sis, don't cry," Breeze tried to comfort Storm.

"I will." Sam hurried from the room and almost ran into Bobby as he stopped outside the door. "Bobby," Sam gasped stumbling back and grabbing the door jam.

"Sam, good to see you on your feet. How's your brother?"

"No change. Go on in, I've got to run an errand," Sam told him. "Oh, the girls are Storm and Breeze, introduce yourself." Sam hurried off down the hall leaving Bobby standing there uncertain what to make of the situation.

Breeze looked up when an older, grizzled looking man stepped into the room and looked at her before turning to the bed. He moved slowly toward the bed and stopped at the side of it. He looked down at Dean with sad, caring, eyes before reaching to take his hand and speak softly to him.

"Hello son," Bobby whispered. "I hate to see you like this. You need to wake up."

"Who are you?" Storm finally asked when she realized someone was in the room. Her vision was slightly blurry from her headache, and she stood on wobbly legs as she moved to the bed.

"Sorry lasses, name's Bobby Singer."

"Dean has mentioned you," Storm replied. "You're a hunter too, and close friend and mentor to Dean and Sam. I'm Storm, Dean's fiancée, and that's Breeze, Sam's girlfriend."

"Are you okay Storm? You don't look too good?" Bobby asked her as he looked her over. Dean had mentioned something about a young lady he was smitten with, and he could see why now. Both the young ladies were good looking women.

"She needs some pain meds and I'm going to go find some," Breeze told him. "Can you stay here until I get back?"

"Of course. I'll visit for a bit." Bobby sat down in a chair by the bed and took Dean's hand. He watched Storm ease down on the bed on the other side and lay down against Dean's side. He studied the young woman and could see the love and worry in her eyes as she kissed Dean's cheek and laid her head on the pillow beside his head.

It wasn't long before Breeze was back with a bottle of pills and a drink. She opened the pain meds and gave them to Storm along with the drink so she could take them. Breeze took the drink back so Storm could lay back down. Breeze sat down in a chair and looked at the monitors that showed Dean's vitals. She didn't see any change in any of them since they got there and that worried her. All they could do now was wait.

A/N: Everyone is trying to figure out how to save Dean. Storm surprises them when she somehow manages to pull Dean's spirit into her body, and he talks to them. Thanks for coming along for the ride. Reviews/Comments would be great. NC