Who am I?

Disclaimer: I don't own the show Supernatural or the characters I just like to play with Sam and Dean and then send them home again.

CHAPTER 3

Dean settled Sam into the soft bed and drew the blankets up under his chin, before sitting on the edge next to him. 'So kiddo you feel better?'

'Yeah thanks Dean ... so who is she again?' Sam whispered glancing at the shut door and then back at Dean.

'Missouri, she's a friend of Dad's a way back and she helped us once when we had a job here.'

'Oh, she seems nice.'

'Yeah and she's a psychic too,' Dean grinned conspiratorially and winked, 'she likes to think she sees and hears everything but I think she just likes to hear her own voice.'

'Dean!' Sam grinned and then he sobered and took Dean's hand in his own, wrapping his long thin fingers around Dean's slightly smaller hand, 'Dean I ah just want to ... thanks Dean.'

'What for Dude?'

'You didn't give up on me at all did you?'

'Nope, not once Sammy ... now no more chick flick moments I have a limit on how many a year we have and that limit has well and truly been met,' Dean smirked patting Sam's shoulder, 'get some sleep Dude you look like a wreck.'

'You don't look so good either.'

'Hmm if I didn't know better...'

'Dean.'

'Yeah Sammy?'

'It's Sam not Sammy.'

Dean gave Sam a lop-sided smile before leaving him alone to sleep, quietly Dean padded downstairs in search of their host.

'I'm in here Dean,' she called from the kitchen, 'get your scrawny butt in here, and tell me what is going on.'

Dean sat down and eyed Missouri suspiciously for a moment before sipping the spicy coffee in front of him, 'Sam went missing a few months ago, poof, vanished just like that. Then, then I find him here in a hospital in another state ... just out of a coma and with no memory of who he is or anything.'

'What does he remember?' Missouri asked quietly watching Dean intently as she sipped her own hot drink.

'Not much, snippets of this and that ... he remembers basically what happened to Jess and about the big fight he had with Dad when he left for Stanford but the blanks out number the memories.'

'What did his doctors say and why is he out of hospital?'

'One question at a time lady okay?' Dean snapped a little harsher than he meant.

'Watch your tone with me boy.'

'Sorry, ah the doctors said that he had a serious head injury and was well lucky to be alive when they brought him in. He was in a coma for about a month, and since he came out of it ... he, he has fits.'

'Fits you say?'

'Yeah, anyway ... the doctors said he needs lots of therapy and rehab and treatment for the fits but otherwise he will slowly get better.'

'So why isn't he still in hospital?'

'Coz that fugly mother of a demon found him, twice ... Sam saw him and then he got into Sam's room. He caused that inverted cross brand on Sam's arm.'

'Oh,' Missouri sighed.

'Is that all you got to say? Oh?'

'Watch your tone with me boy, you're not too big to be at the receiving end...' Missouri started and then stopped herself when she saw the raw pain and exhaustion radiating from Dean's face, the drawn look and shadows around his eyes. 'Boy get yourself up to bed now, you need rest just as much as your brother does. Well what you doing still sitting there?'

'Thanks Missouri.' Dean smiled giving her a small kiss on her cheek he slowly made his way up to the room he was sharing with Sam.

Sam writhed in his sleep, his fingers twisted and fretted the blankets covering him, he screwed his eyes up tightly not wanting to see the images playing out before him. He moaned and tossed his head side to side as the sweat beaded on his forehead. His arm throbbed and burnt as the cross glowed with red embers embedded in his skin, 'please no more.' He whispered repeatedly, lifting one hand in front of his face to protect it, 'leave me alone.' He screamed.

'Sammy?' Dean cried out as he saw his brother squirming in the bed, drenched in a sheen of sweat, as he fought off attackers only he could see. 'Sammy, come on Dude open those puppy dog eyes of yours and look at me.'

'Dean!' Sam screamed as he sat upright, his chest heaving painfully as he gasped for breath, 'Dean?'

'Right here Dude.' Dean cupped Sam's face in his hands and made him focus, 'look at me Sam.'

'Dean it's you?'

'Yeah man, what happened?'

'My arm.' Sam held his arm out and showed Dean the glowing brand, 'it's burning me.'

'Not for long Sammy, you wait here okay ... don't move,' Dean ran from the room and came back mere moments later with an ice pack wrapped in a towel. With infinite care he wrapped it around the offending burn on Sam's arm, the instant relief clearly visible on Sam's face.

'Thanks.' He managed a weak smile as he fell back onto the pillows, 'so tired.'

'Sammy I need you to do something for me.'

'Yeah sure Dean.'

'I need you to stay awake for a while.' Dean said thoughtfully, 'we can sit up and talk ask me anything you want about our past.'

'Sure but why?'

'Whatever it attacking you, it does it when you're asleep getting to you through dreams and through heat. If you can stay awake for a while it might lose some of its power over you.'

'Oh okay, yeah sure,' Sam agreed but his confusion rang in his voice.

'So dude what do you want to know about?'

'Tell me more about when we were kids,' Sam asked as he settled back onto his pillows.

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She watched the two young men through the swirling mists, her anger abated now when she found them gone from her domain at the human place of healing and death she flew into a rage causing several heart monitors to crash killing the patients attached to them. She soon picked up the scent of the young one and found them hiding in the house of a psychic.

Now she watched them through her conjured mists, waiting for one of them to fall asleep giving her access to their dreams and fears.

The younger one was so tasty, with his muddled thoughts and scattered memories he was easy prey. Even though the Lord himself marked him as a personal quarry, she wanted to taste him once more. Then she could move on to the older one who exuded physical power and stamina, she could sense the sex on him.

She hissed as the psychic came in carrying another one of her useless charms, pathetic woman dabbling in things she knows nothing of. The flames in her eyes flared as she watched Missouri talk to the two males, she itched to send tiny flares into the female's dreams causing nasty stinging, but she behaved herself as the younger male caught her attention. He was weakening, his exhaustion taking over, soon, soon he will be in the realm, and then she can attack him. She no longer needed to pretend to be human, now she can attack in her true form.

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Sam smiled sleepily as he listened to the light banter between his brother and the lady named Missouri, no surname.

His eyes got heavier as he yawned and soon drifted to sleep unable to stay awake any longer.

'That's it sleep sweet boy, sleep.' A thin raspy female voice echoed through his weary mind, as his sleep deepened and his mind opened to the dreams that awaited behind the misty curtains.

She waited for him to come to her, warmth and comfort came from her as he stumbled closer wanting to be nurtured and comforted by her. Her laugh tinkled down his spine sending shivers cascading down his nerve endings.

She ran her fingers over his face and down his throat massaging the stress and tightness away, he could feel himself weaken but it didn't bother him as her ministrations continued over his chest. Her fingers spread his chest kneading the tight muscles and slowly trailing over his sensitive nipples. A small moan escaped from his throat as he felt himself melting at her touch.

Suddenly her fingers started to morph, changing until they became long and claw like with razor sharp talons, slicing through his flesh and muscle to where his life force throbbed deep inside him.

His back arched and he screamed in agony as he felt his life draining out of him absorbed into her arms and claws.

Two hands gripped his shoulders holding him tight and pulled him back from her, but it was too late, she had too tight of a grip on him.

Dean gripped Sam's shoulders as another shudder rippled through his baby brother, desperately he tried to wake Sam, but each time he did Sam screamed in agony, something seemed to be attacking him through his dreams and Dean was helpless to stop it.

Just then, Missouri climbed onto the bed next to Sam and placed her hands on each side of his face her fingers touching his temples, closing her eyes she started to chant in a language Dean had never heard before and definitely not the usual Latin they used in rituals. As Missouri continued, her chanting Sam started arching his back and bucking violently. Blood spurted from his mouth as he threw his head back and let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Missouri collapsed on the bed, unconscious and breathing rapidly, Dean checked her pulse and it was steady heaving a sigh of relief he returned his attention to Sam. His brother lay there watching him with dull eyes. His skin, especially his face had a grey tint to it, large black circles ringed his eyes, and they appeared sunken, deep into his sockets.

'Sammy, Sam come on dude talk to me,' Dean whispered brushing hair away from his brother's sweaty face, 'you're scaring me.'

'What happened?' Sam finally spoke gasping for each breath.

'Something attacked you in your dream Dude,' Dean sighed scrubbing his face with the heels of his palms, 'it nearly got you this time.'

'It was a she,' Sam whispered turning his head away from Dean suddenly feeling ashamed, 'she put her hands inside of me and...' Sam's voice trailed off and he just laid there in silence not trusting himself to speak.

'Missouri brought you back Sam, I'm not sure what she did but she brought you back.'

'Is she alright?'

'Yeah I think so, but you're a mess Sammy,' Dean chided him gently, 'how bout we get you in the shower?'

'That'll be good, thanks Dean.' Sam smiled wanly as he pulled himself up and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for the dizziness to pass.

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'You directly disobeyed me,' the dark Lord snarled gripping the dream demon around her neck, 'I said to leave the young psychic alone now that he was mine.'

'I – I know My Lord but he tasted so good, and he was such an easy prey.'

'Enough, I groomed him. I took him and his memory, even though he managed to escape from me I still own him. I found him again, you were only to watch him.'

'Please My Lord, I will not fail you again, just that his power it was ... intoxicating.'

'Enough, go back to your corner and stay there, you disgust me imp.' He tossed the hapless dream demon into the dark corner and smirked as she huddled into a ball and whimpered, 'I'm sorry My Lord,' repeatedly making it into a chant.

TBC