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Author's Note: Sorry it took me so long to update. I have had a billion things to do. I will try to update within the next couple of weeks.

The Host

Chapter 4

"Dream a Little"

It was Jo. Though it had been close to six and a half years since Sam had last seen her, he knew without a doubt that it was Jo Harvelle. He barely registered the look of surprise that crossed her features as he put two and two together.

"So you are Sam," Jo said, pulling back and putting her hands on her hips. If her hair had been a little longer then it was now, Sam would have sworn he was back in the Roadhouse or on the hunt for HHH Holmes' spirit. A ripple of laughter tugged at him when thought of it.

"Yeah, it's me," Sam admitted, smiling in response to the wide grin that stretched across her face.

"I don't believe it! Mom said that you and Dean had died!" Jo exclaimed. She turned to the man that was in the room and said, "I told you they hadn't died!"

"Why do I get the strange feeling I'm in the Lion King all of a sudden?" the man grumbled.

"Would that make you Timone or Pumba?" Jo asked, keeping a straight face. Turning back to Sam, she said, "I don't know what happened to Dean. I wish to god I did, but I can't. I know that he was alive when we rescued you, but he wasn't there when we went back for him."

"Rescued me?" Sam asked, trying to make sense of this confusion. His concussion wasn't helping. "Rescued me from what? And why didn't you rescue both of us at the same time?"

"You don't remember?" Jo asked, sounding surprised.

Sam closed his eyes for a moment, trying to recall the last thing he remembered. He remembered being in the car with Dean and Dean's thoughts about the demon they were tracking, the craziness of the empty streets of Tucson… and the van. The van that collided with the Impala.

"There- there was a car accident," Sam said, wincing as he reopened his eyes. The light hurt his sore head.

"Yeah, there was," Jo said softly. Her voice grew as she continued with the story. "We barely had time to rescue you before the Seekers came. We don't know if Dean was taken by the Seekers or not. We had to get you to our hideout before we could go back for him. By the time we did… the Impala was gone and Dean with it. I'm sorry, Sam."

Sam felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness crash over him. Dean was missing… presumably dead. Unlike Dean, Sam knew exactly what the souls would do if they found Dean. They had stopped using adult hosts when they became too rebellious. The last human host they had used had gone to the desert and never returned. They would kill Dean, claiming it was for the best of the world, making it a better place. Ha. If only they knew what harm it would do to the world if it lost Dean. Again.

"It's not your fault, Jo," Sam croaked out. "Where are we, anyway?"

"I told you," Jo said, sounding slightly exasperated. Sam nearly cracked a smile. This was the Jo he remembered. She was way too much like Dean. "We're at the Tucson County Hospital."

"Hasn't this place been abandoned for the past three and a half years?" Sam questioned, recalling some of the research he had done about the local area. He had heard rumors about Tucson from a couple of hunters and supernatural beings along the way and since he knew that Dean and he were going to be passing through there, he decided to do a little research. Okay, so it had been a lot of research, Sam thought. But he knew enough to know which hospitals were closed and which weren't. Tucson County had been one of the ones abandoned when the souls took over Tucson.

"That's why it's a perfect hideout," Jo said. "Joshua and I found it a couple years ago when we came here on a hunt. We never left. It became too dangerous with all the Seekers about, trying to find the disappearing souls."

"Do you know what's happening to the souls?" Sam asked, feeling his headache slowly fade away. He didn't register the fact that his father's old friend, Joshua, was there in the room quite yet.

"Yeah, actually," Jo admitted. "We've actually been helping out as much as we can. There is a group of renegade humans, more then twenty of them by now, that have been kidnapping a couple of souls a month and taking them to their hideout. They've been releasing the humans from soul command and sending the souls out to other planets, usually the Origin or the Fire Planet. Jeb, an old friend of mom's, told me how to release the souls without killing the host."

"Really?"

Sam was intrigued. This was news to him. It made him hopeful, too. Ever since he had heard about the souls' takeover, he had had doubts whether the human race could survive yet another manifestation similar to the demons. It was good news to know that there were people out there fighting back. It was like the hunters with the demons all over again.

"Yeah," Jo said, looking away.

"Maybe these renegades picked up Dean," Sam suggested, not one to give up hope.

"Maybe," Joshua said, drawing Sam's attention to him. There was something slightly off about him, something that Sam couldn't place. He just looked wrong. Sam knew that he should be glad that his father's old friend had survived the horrific demon war and the soul invasion, but there was just something off about him that was making Sam anxious.

"How long till I can get out of here?" Sam asked, making Jo turn back to him. Tears were in her eyes and as hard as she tried to hide them, he still caught them.

"A couple of days, I guess. As long as it takes for that concussion to go away," she said, wiping at her eyes. "Why?"

"I have to find Dean," Sam said, letting anxiety seep into his voice. "I have to make sure he's okay. We've been through too much for me to just leave him."

"I know," Jo said softly. "And I'll help you find him. You just need to heal first."

Sam could feel himself start to slip away into the black void of unconsciousness. Before he completely went under, he said, "Jo, I'm glad you're alive."

She said something in response, but he didn't hear it.

The heat was intense and blistering. Dust was kicked up in every direction. He was so thirsty and his lips were blistered and cracked. His bare feet were barely recognizable because of the angry red marks that covered them. He could barely breathe. His head ached. His lungs burned.

"We're going to die," the voice in his head said sadly and tiredly. "We're never going to find them. We're going to die."

"SAM!"

The faint yell brought back so many memories, all of them belonging to his host. Some of them were happy, some of them were tinged with relief and despair.

"SAMMY!"

The familiar hazel eyes, all human, stared at him, filled with concern and horror.

"Jeb, Jared! I found him!"

"He's alive?"

"Barely! Hurry up and bring the water! He's dehydrated!"

"D-dean?"

"Shut up, Sammy," the familiar voice growled. "You're only going to hurt yourself more."

"W-who's S-Sam-my?"

Dean's face, filled with horror, was the last thing he saw before everything went black.

"SAM!"

Sam woke with a start, gasping for air. An intense headache made itself known immediately after he opened his eyes. He was glad for once that he was alone.

This vision, nightmare… whatever the hell it was, reminded him too much of a memory. The memory of pulling Dean out of hell. The heat, how close he came to dying… all of it. Especially the very end.

It had been five years since he had rescued Dean from Hell. Five long years. The memory was still with him, clear as the day it had happened. There had been intense heat, like his vision. He had opened up the Devil's Gate and had instantly been attacked by hundreds of demons before he managed to tap into his powers and kill them all. Then, it had been a long trek to where Dean was being held captive. Sam had been attacked by hellhounds on the way out with Dean, and if it hadn't been for his older brother, Sam would have died down there.

The nightmare also reminded him of how it had gone when he had finally gotten out of Hell. He had collapsed, due to blood loss, broken bones, concussion, and fatigue. He didn't eat anything in the two weeks that had gone by before he pulled Dean out. His brother had frantically yelled at him to wake up. Dean had been so scared that night, scared that he would lose his brother again. Sam had fought against it, determined to live, but it had been very close. He had woken up once, before he had fallen into a coma. Three weeks later, he had woken up in a hospital with very little memory of what had happened and a very concerned, very angry, very relieved older brother.

Sam shuddered at the memory. It wasn't one of his favorites, to be certain. The week after he had gotten out of the hospital, Lilith had attacked and nearly took the brothers away from each other again. If Ruby hadn't shown up at the last moment, the Winchesters wouldn't be alive.

Sam pulled himself out of his trip down memory lane and looked around. He was in the same room he had woken up in before, only he was now alone. Jo and Joshua were nowhere to be seen and the lights were off. Apparently, they had left when Sam had fallen asleep and were giving him some privacy.

Sam looked around, feeling extremely parched. He hoped there was a glass of water nearby, for he didn't know if he could get out of bed to find one. His left ankle throbbed angrily and his head felt as though someone had taken a baseball bat to it. An after affect of the dream he had had.

Sam had spotted the glass of water nearby when he heard yelling voices coming from outside.

"JOSH!" Jo screamed, as a loud thump was heard. "No! I'm not letting you take him!"

There were sounds of struggles, another scream, and another thump just as the door to Sam's room was thrown open.

Dun. Dun. DUN!! What happens next, you ask? Well, leave a review and I will try my hardest to get another chapter posted soon.

Hope you all enjoyed it! The next chapter is going to be split between Dean and Sam.

I have picked up rereading The Host, so that explains my sudden interest in this story again. I will have another chapter of Storm of the Century posted eventually.

Thank you all for reading! I hope you aren't too disappointed with it.