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(grins evilly) Hope you guys enjoy these next couple chapters, I had a ball writing them.

On with 'Whispers'….

Chapter 6- Whispers

Dean sat with his phone glued to the side of his head, listening as Sam's phone rang out and went onto voicemail. He hung up, not wanting to leave a message; an explanation to why it was taking Sam so long to walk to the car and back would be more appreciated.

Sighing as he took another sip of his remaining half bottle of tiger beer, something new he hadn't had before, and he had time to kill before he moved onto his familiar bottle of Miller or Cools or any other popular US brand.

" Hi..?!"

Dean jolted and turned in his seat to the booth behind him, to find himself staring into the most beautiful pair of blue eyes he'd ever seen in his life.

" Hi…" Dean said giving out his most smouldering smile.

It was one of the blond girls from the 'test your strength' stall. The pretty girl who had been hanging off the jocks arms, looking like the perfect trophy.

God she was stunning.

Long blond hair, blue eyes Dean would happily drown in, a body he wouldn't mind getting friendly with. Perfect eyes, perfect lips, with a perfect mouth Dean would love to get to know a little better.

" I saw you and your friend watching us…" The girl cooed, " Did you like what you were seeing..?"

" I was impressed if that's what you mean…" Dean said with a grin, as his eyes scanned

the diner wondering where his new pretty blond friend was hiding her other blond buddy.

" Do you have a name..?" The girl teased, " Or can I just call you gorgeous..?"

Dean grinned, she was defiantly not shy this one. He liked a woman with a bit about her.

" You could call me gorgeous, but other people might get jealous and then some ugly scenes might break out…" Dean kidded as he held out his hand to her, " It's Dean.."

" I'm Lydia, the other girl you saw me with was my sister…" Lydia said with a sweet smile, " She thought you were hot as well…"

" You're sister's got good taste…" Dean said with a smile, as he found himself staring at his phone again; still nothing from Sammy.

" I spotted you first…" Lydia said with a giggle, " She's in the rest room…"

" Well, look, if you ladies are free tonight, why don't you let me take you out…" Dean suggested, " Got to be something fun to do around here…"

" I can think of something fun to do…" Lydia said suggestively," You'll bring your friend right..? Wouldn't want Sandy to feel left out…"

" Oh that guy you saw me with, that was my brother, Sam…" Dean admitted, " Yeah, not too worry, wouldn't want to leave Sandy with nothing to occupy herself with…"

Dean glanced up and saw the other blond girl who he now knew as Sandy, hurry up to them.

" Lyd, let's go…" Sandy said flashing Dean a wonderful smile.

" Look, it's almost five why don't I meet you guys around here at 8pm…" Lydia said slipping out the booth, " We could hit some bars and see where the night takes us.."

Dean nodded, took her number and watched as the two sisters walked out the diner; he was defiantly enjoying the view.

Dean grinned to himself, this day was turning out better than he had ever expected. He had a date with a stunning blond who obviously wasn't interested in idle conversation, and he'd got Sam some lovely company with a pretty lady. Dean found a mischievous smile appeared on his face, he could just imagine Sam's face when he told him; his brother would want to know why he was pimping him out.

Dean again stared at the time and drummed his fingers on the table, ok, enough was enough.

Where the hell was Sam..?

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Sam Winchester snapped off the lid of the bottle and tossed three blue capsules onto his palm and downed them with the bottle of water. He couldn't even be bothered to read the dosage. Dean usually gave him three; so he figured it would be correct.

Dean knew best.

Sam's heart sunk, and he could feel his stomach churning again, clambering out the car he ran to the side and the last bit of self esteem tumbled out of his gut as his stomach wretched away.

Lifting his head up, he slumped back down against the side of the black Impala and stared out at the coast line that stretched out just below his feet.

" Just do everyone a favour and drown your sorry ass….."

Sam shook the voice from his head; he could already feel tears welling up in his eyes as he pulled his knees against his chest.

Dean hated him.

Not the way when brother's had an argument and you stormed off in anger. Not the way where you didn't want to see them for a little while because you just might throw a brick at their face. Not the way when you just screamed at them that you hated them, but never actually meant it.

Dean had meant it.

Every single word of it.

He hated Sam to the point where he no longer tried to pretend. The most painful note for Sam was knowing that every single fear he had was coming true, all the things he hoped wasn't true was raining down on him like acid.

Every single drop stung.

Dean had confirmed that their dad had taken off because of the huge mistake Sam had made. His father hated him, and now because he'd made his father leave, Dean hated him as well. Dean had been left with him, a magnet for evil and his elder brother trapped in his position as protector.

Dean had been right, he'd been right about everything.

Sam closed his eyes as he felt a tear escape down his face.

Sam had no idea that the truth would be as painful as this…

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Dean finally sighed when he spotted a haggard form that barely resembled Sam slug its way into the diner. Dean breathed a sigh of relief and sat back down in his booth.

" I was just coming for you…" Dean said as he watched as Sam kept his head low and sunk into the seat opposite him. " You sure as hell took your time.."

" You know why…" Sam mumbled as he pulled a menu from the table, grateful for the view as it meant he didn't have to look at Dean.

He knew Dean would still be waiting for him at the diner; it was rare that Dean ever let the calling of hunger go unanswered. No matter what situation lay at his feet. Sam was determined not to upset Dean; he wouldn't anger him, or do anything. Sam did not want a repeat performance of what had taken place in the parking lot.

" You ready to order..?" Dean asked as he studied Sam's downed head.

Dean sighed; Sam was retreating back into himself again. The quietness was a huge giveaway- he was upset at his big brother, and Dean knew why. Dean groaned inwardly, in his little brother's condition why on earth had he said what he did..?

" Look, Sammy…" Dean said with a sigh, " I'm no good at this whole touchy feely crap…"

" You don't have to say anything.." Sam whispered never looking up at Dean, " I screwed up, I always screw up, you were right about everything…-"

" No, whoa, hang on.." Dean hurriedly said, " I shouldn't have yelled at you the way I did, I just got a little angry.."

" No I understand, like I said I brought this on myself…" Sam said feeling the unnerving feeling rattling around again, " I'm sorry you're stuck here with me, but Dean..-"

" Back up there Sammy, look I'm sorry I yelled at you, it's not your fault this is happening.." Dean said looking at his little brother in confusion, " But you didn't bring this on…-"

" Can we just order…" Sam mumbled as he glanced up at Dean for the first time, " And drop this subject.."

" Sammy..?" Dean asked looking over at Sam's blood shot eyes, the dark rings around his eyes. Dean couldn't help it, his brother looked like a disorientated racoon.

" I'll have a grilled cheese sandwich…" Sam mumbled ignoring Sam's worried voice. He just didn't want another confrontation, he couldn't handle another confrontation.

" That's it..?" Dean asked in surprise, " You told me you were starving.."

" It's amazing how your appetite can change.." Sam said quietly.

Dean stared into Sam's eyes, he'd been crying. What on earth had happened to Sam..?

" Look, is there something you want to tell me..?" Dean muttered, " Cause you look like shit, and I can't have you looking like that for tonight.."

Sam's head shot up, " What's happening tonight..?"

A grin lit up Dean's face. " Now don't go getting all stupid on me, but I got us a double date tonight.."

Sam's mouth dropped open.

Was his brother for real..?

" You have got to be kidding me…" Sam spluttered, " After everything that has happened today, you expect us to pretend like nothing has happened.."

" Errr, yeah..?" Dean asked in a hopeful tone, also wondering what had happened. " Come on Sammy, it's the girls from the muscles thing.."

" What do you need me for..?" Sam muttered already growing angry.

" Keep her sister busy, while Lydia and I get, ermm, busy…" Dean said grinning widely.

" I'm not playing third wheel so you can get your leg over Dean…!" Sam snapped angrily, " And to think after everything you said, you want me to do this…"

" Come on, if you were a good brother you would…!" Dean challenged with a playful grin, " It's just a bit of fun Sammy, no need to get all melodramatic on me.."

" So if you're going out to get yourself laid, I guess I'll hunt for the spirit by myself…" Sam muttered as he stood up from the booth and slid himself out, " I'll see you back at home.."

Dean's mouth dropped open.

" Sam what about…-?"

Dean watched as Sam disappeared through the doors of the diner and scrubbed his face roughly with his hands.

Ok, he'd clean forgotten about the spirit that Sam had apparently seen. Apparently, there was that word again. It seemed wrong to use, and Dean felt wrong using it, but truth was he couldn't make much sense of Sammy's odd behaviour.

Sighing Dean slipped out the booth and placed two orders for a take-away. While he stood waiting for the orders to come up he thought about the way Sam had looked when he'd come into the diner. He'd looked worn out, drained, and shade of his former self. Maybe Dean was pushing him, perhaps Sam was right, he did need rest.

Shooting the waitress a smile as he collected his order of cheeseburgers and a grilled cheese sandwich, he headed out the diner and headed straight for the Impala…..

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Sam shuffled along the beach, taking the long route back to the beach house. For starters he knew it was the only route that Dean couldn't take. He'd never risk sand ending up in the Impala or risk it getting scratched.

Sam knew he'd be safe here for a little while.

As he walked, his sneakers in his hands, he allowed his feet to trudge in the soft warm sand, the waves nipping gently at his feet; his cargo pants rolled up on his calves.

He had no idea why he'd reacted the way he had in the diner, so his brother had a date, so what..? Dean was allowed to have a good time go out with girls and do what he wanted.

He deserved it.

Sam shook his head; he couldn't stand the thoughts that seemed to be sucking him into this horrible frightening pattern.

Pausing, the younger Winchester knew he was at least a mile away from the beach house, but he didn't care. He stood staring out at the blue water, the sand feeling comforting and warm.

" Dean hates you…He hates you so much….You've ruined everything for everyone…You're better off dead….."

Sam closed his eyes the voice hammering the words further into his head. His hands dropped his sneakers, as they flew to his head as the voice continued to drone.

" Dean doesn't believe anything you told him, he knows there is no ghost, just ask him Sam, ask him…."

Sam shook his head again; at least the nausea was passing; maybe the tablets were helping.

His subconscious was wrong, Dean was mad at me him yes, but he did believe him about the spirit, Dean wouldn't let him down on a hunt.

" But he's leaving you to go out on a date…Leaving you all alone…By yourself Sam…."

Sam wrinkled his nose desperately trying to get the voice out of his head.

" He's allowed to have his own life…" Sam snapped and then promptly clamped a hand over his mouth.

Who the hell was he talking to…?

Completely confused, Sam bent down and grabbed his sneakers from the sand and hurriedly looked around the deserted stretch of beach.

" All alone now Sam….Anything can happen to you…."

Shivering, Sam hurried down the beach and headed for his new home….

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Dean slinked back in the drivers seat, one hand on the wheel his eyes on the road his head else where thinking about the confusion that was little brother.

Dean just didn't get it.

What was wrong with Sam..? In one day his brother had gone from throwing a knife at him, to accusing him of hiding things from him, to having a fun afternoon out at the carnival to the disturbing scene in the diner.

Glancing in his mirror at all the soft toys in the back seat, a grin slipped onto his face.

" Do you guys have any idea what's going on, because if so, could you clue a brother in here..?" Dean said with a chuckle.

Man did he need clueing in, he was beyond confused.

" He's dying…."

Dean slammed his foot on the brake as the Impala came to a shuddering, stuttering stop. Dean's heart hammered violently in his chest as the cold, bone chilling feeling traced its ugly way through Dean's entire being.

Pulling off the road, and ignoring the horns of the cars he'd held up, he pulled the Impala onto the dusty side road. Dean's hands gripping the steering wheel so fiercely that his knuckles had turned white, the colour drained from Dean's face.

" No, this can't be happening…" Dean whispered as his shaky hands ran through his brown hair, his hazel green eyes begun to fill with panic, his heart heavy with dread.

The emptiness inside overwhelmed him; just like it had when Sam had died.

" Sam is dying…..It's all your fault….You can't save him….You can never save him…."

Dean shook the voice from his head. Why was he thinking these thoughts, why was he feeling like this…?

" You can't save him…You can never save him….He'll die for you, to save you Dean…"

Dean scrubbed his face with his hands, these thoughts where the hell had they come from..?

" He won't die, I'll make sure of it…" Dean whispered as he closed his eyes, Sam's face filled with pain danced in front of him.

" You took him from the hospital….You thought you knew better than anyone else…All you've done is destroy the only thing you had left Dean….He'll die at your hands Dean…Sam's blood will stain your hands…."

Dean slammed his fist into the steering wheel.

" I'll save him…." Dean whispered as he threw the Impala into drive and pulled back onto the road.

" Of course you will Dean…You'll do what every big brother will do…You'll protect him no matter what….The medication is the only way to save him Dean….The only way…."

Dean's hands tightened around the steering wheel. He had to get home; now……

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Sam tossed his sneakers onto the deck and pushed the sliding door open; he could already see Dean pulling apart the living room.

" What are you doing…?" Sam asked in surprised as Dean flew past him like a whirlwind.

" You, eat that go and get some sleep…" Dean ordered a no nonsense tone to his voice which made Sam look at him suspiciously.

" Dean…?" Sam said as he took in the state of the living room, " What's going on in here..?"

" Well, you were right…" Dean said with a shrug, as he disappeared out into his room. " Shouldn't give you such a hard time little man…"

Sam wrinkled his nose, when had he said that..?

" I didn't meant to storm out the diner…" Sam said with a sigh, " I guess I was just so mad.."

"Tired, and upset…" Dean finished for him as he came out with a long sleeve purple shirt on, " Don't you worry about a thing.."

" Look, I don't feel like going tonight, but seriously there is no reason…-" Sam started as he watched as Dean rattled past him again, this time heading into Sam's room. He reappeared with his wallet.

" No, I'm not going, I'm just gonna head out and tell her that something's come up and we'll hook up another time…" Dean explained, " Then I'll check this house out top to bottom for sulphur or any other ghost like activity. How does that sound..?"

" It sounds like your rambling…" Sam admitted as Dean disappeared into the kitchen and reappeared with a cup of coffee. " Dean..?"

" Maybe I am rambling…" Dean said with a half baked smile, " Now just drink your coffee.."

Sam rolled his eyes and took a sip of the coffee that Dean had just given him. He made a face.

" It tastes funny…" Sam said looking at Dean who had turned away from him.

" It's instant stuff, you know how shit that stuff usually tastes.." Dead said with a forced smile, " But it's the best we've got.."

Sam nodded, and finally sat down onto the sofa.

" Look, Dean, seriously…" Sam said as Dean watched apprehensively as Sam took another sip of coffee, " Go out with the two girls, I'm sure you'll find a way to entertain them both…"

Sam rolled his eyes at the look that appeared on Dean's face.

" Besides, I'm really not good company at the moment…" Sam admitted, " I'd just ruin the night for all of us…"

Dean nodded quietly, " I won't be long, I've already told her I needed to talk to her. I was supposed to meet her at 8pm…"

" It's only 7pm now…" Sam said with a shrug, " Seriously, don't stay on my account, I'm just as happy being home alone tonight…"

Dean studied Sam's face, his little brother looked like he meant what he was saying.

" Sam, look about the spirit…" Dean started with a sigh, " I didn't forget about it, just we had such a blast at the carnival I guess it just slipped my mind.."

" But you believe me right..?" Sam paused as he peeped over the edge of his half drunk coffee mug, " About the spirit..?"

Dean swallowed and then smiled warmly at Sam, " Of course I do Sammy, and we'll find it and then burn the thing straight back to hell…"

" That's all I wanted to hear.." Sam said with a satisfied nod, " Look Dean, there's something I want to ask you.."

" Make it quick…" Dean admitted as he walked back into the room, " Oh and don't worry about cleaning up in here…"

" Why is this place like this..? What were you looking for..?" Sam asked as he sat up on the sofa; a sudden wave of dizziness silenced him as he flopped back against the sofa.

" I couldn't find the 'Key of Solomon'.." Dean admitted, as he glanced around the kitchen suspiciously, " It turned up under my bed…"

Sam gave him a wrinkled expression, " I left it on the coffee table when we left this afternoon…"

" That's what I thought.." Dean said with a shrug, " Look, is that what you wanted to talk to me about..?"

" It can wait…" Sam said stifling a yawn, " Suddenly I feel really tired…"

" Just take a nap, I'll be back soon…" Dean said hesitantly as he hovered near Sam. " You sure you're gonna be ok…?"

" I can look after myself Dean…" Sam said with a weak smile, " Seriously, stay out, have a good time, I'll search the house myself…"

" Alright.." Dean said with a nod as he pocketed his keys, " You smell any sign of trouble, you call…"

" Yes sir…!" Sam said giving him a mock salute.

" Try and stay out of trouble.." Dean scowled as he disappeared through the front of the apartment, quietly locking the door behind him.

Sam curled up on the sofa allowing sleep to devour him, maybe Dean was right; taking a nap seemed like a good idea…

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Dean swallowed as he jogged down the steps to the beach house and wondered to the under step where he'd earlier parked the Impala.

Dear lord, he hoped to God he was doing the right thing.

He felt like he'd just betrayed Sam.

Like he'd violated some sort of brotherly code of conduct.

Dean felt like a sell out.

He shouldn't lie to Sam.

Then again it wasn't like he wasn't used to it, he'd been lying for the past two and a half weeks to him.

But slipping him tablets without him knowing, opening the capsules up and mixing it into his Sammy's coffee; that had just felt wrong.

Yet he'd done it.

It was too late to turn back now….

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