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Sorry this one took so long, I've had such a busy week……. Anyway here is the next instalment for you, hope you enjoy! (Um this one filled with angst)

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Chapter 5

Dean sat by the laptop, staring at the display. He was completely confused as to what was going on with his brother.

'Okay, first he gets sick, then he hears a voice, and then he sees himself kill someone. Sammy, little brother, you are one messed up Winchester, but we'll figure this out, we always do.' He thought to himself with wry humour.

He once again stared at the blank search box, not sure where to start. Dean stood and walked over to his bag to retrieve their father's journal.

'Maybe there's something in here...If I can decipher dad's chicken scribbles...' He thought as he slowly flicked through the pages.

The bathroom door crept open and Sam stood clinging onto it for support. Before the young man could ask for help, Dean was already by his side to assist him to his bed. Sam sat on the edge of the bed looking around for his bag.

"Hey Dean, could you pass me my bag?" His voice was faint and shaky.

Dean had been watching Sam and had already read his intentions. He placed a folded pair of sweat pants and a shirt next to where Sam was sitting.

"You get changed and take your medicine." Dean stood, fumbling with some clothes that had fallen out of the bag. Biting his bottom lip, he turned to face Sam. "Try and get some rest while I try to figure this out, okay?"

Sam offered a soft smile, he knew his brother was trying not to fuss over him. He went to collect the shirt and sweat pants by his side. Sam frowned as every attempt he made to remove his jeans caused his body indescribable pain.

He gritted his teeth and tried to mask the agony flowing through his body. Dean repeatedly glanced over at Sam, noting his brother's attempts and watching him struggle with the simple task of getting dressed. Dean blew out a breath as he stood and walked over to him.

Without saying a word, he knelt and slid the jeans down to the ground, he then placed the sweat pants on pulling them up to Sam's knees. He stood and went to pull the shirt from Sam's body. He stopped as something on Sam's torso caught his eye.

"How'd you get those?" He asked as he continued to pull the shirt off Sam's head.

"How'd I get what?" Sam replied, surprised as bent his head to observe what had caught Dean's attention.

"What the hell….." He spoke under his breath as he prodded the blue and black lesions that stained his skin.

Sam looked up at Dean with a puzzled and surprised expression.

"What's going on Dean?" He questioned, almost losing his composure.

Shaking his head, Dean went to place the fresh shirt over Sam's head. He watched as the colour drained from Sam's face. Sam used all his remaining energy to pull the sweats up as he laid his body to the bed.

"Thanks Dean" He added, grateful that the uncomfortable situation had gone smoothly and that Dean had helped without humiliating him any further.

"Uh huh…You owe me, dude." Dean replied with a grin. Dean's amusement turned to seriousness as he gazed straight into Sam's eyes.

"Sam, I need you to tell me what else you saw in your vision. Any clues that may help identify this woman. She may be able to help us." Dean gazed at his brother as he continued.

"She probably knows who's after her. If so, we might be able to find out who did this to you, depending of course on whether or not the person after the woman is also having an effect on you." Dean spoke the last few words with barely masked anger. He waited for a response from Sam.

"Well the house, it looked um, kind of old." Sam paused as he thought. "A plantation I think." Sam squinted his eyes and spoke softly. "She appeared to be playing with voodoo, she had lots of objects and ornaments, and the way she chanted seemed like she was well practised in it too." He shook his head as if to say to say that he couldn't remember any more.

Sam appeared exhausted after he spoke, as though even speaking was now painful.

"Right, well I guess that's something to go on…I'll do some research." Dean sat by the laptop before turning to Sam.

He was concerned at how weak his brother had become, it seemed to increase with every moment that passed. Dean stood again, walked over to his brother and picked up the white paper bag containing the medicine he bought earlier.

"Not sure if this will help, but there's no harm in trying, right?" He pulled out the bottle of pink liquid that he shook and turned it around to read the instructions on the back.

Opening the bottle, he watched as Sam frowned and turned away at the thought of anything touching his lips.

"Come on Sam, just try, please? It may help." Dean replied as though speaking to a small child.

Sam stared at the bottle and then back at Dean. "Dean, I really don't think I can, not now. I won't be able to keep it down." Sam's expression was enough to convince Dean that he wasn't ready to ingest anything for now.

"Okay, but if you change your mind, it's here." Dean replied placing the bottle on the bedside table next to Sam.

"Get some rest." Dean ordered as he returned to the laptop.

Sam turned to lie on his side as he allowed his tired eyes to close, hoping that sleep would ease the pain that plagued his body.

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Dean had been searching for clues, following the little information that Sam had provided. He now knew for sure that it was voodoo magic that they were dealing with, and that whatever wanted Sam had probably already done something to him going by his current symptoms.

However, Sam's situation seemed unusual and they would need help from someone who knew more about the practises. With that thought, Dean sighed and stood, walking over to Sam, who was now asleep.

"Okay, little brother, first thing in the morning, we are going south, New Orleans to be precise." Dean spoke softly, knowing his brother was asleep. He smiled and pulled the covers up higher over his brother.

'Just like when we were kids. Except then, you wouldn't go to sleep without me tucking you in, now I have to tuck you in after you fall asleep.' Dean thought, the smile still setting on his lips.

Dean leaned in until his lips were just in front of Sam's ear. "I don't suppose you want me to sing you a lullaby?" Dean whispered. Sam didn't move. "You've outgrown it huh? Shame, I always loved belting out some ACDC to put you to sleep." Dean smirked and stood up straight once again.

The older brotheryawned and looked at the time on his watch. Stretching his body, he approached his belongings to retrieve his shower items, and quietly entered the bathroom.

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Sam breathed deeply as the throbbing consumed his head and took over his body. Sweat coated and suffocated his skin, drenching his clothing and sheets. His sleep had evolved somehow into another vision that he tried to wake from with no avail.

Sam watched himself lying on his back on the motel bed, his eyes shot open and stared blankly to the ceiling before turning his head toward his brother, who was sleeping on the bed beside him. He watched closely as Dean shifted in his sleep. His piercing eyes were fixed on the oldest hunter as he slowly peeled of the covers away from his body.

He moved his legs and quietly placed them to ground, now sitting on the edge of his bed, Sam watched himself as he gazed at Dean, although his eyes were fixed, his head was down and his hair fell over his face. A wicked smile formed on his lips as he lifted his head and body.

Now standing over Dean, he lifted his pillow and firmly placed it over Dean's head. He held it in place as Dean struggled, adding more pressure as the kicks and screams escaped from his brother. Sam watched as he smiled when the kicking and struggling finally stopped, he held the pillow down for few more moments before lifting it.

He stared at the now lifeless form that lay still.

"What a shame." He voiced as he approached to feel for a pulse.

Satisfied that his attempts had paid off, he turned to walk away……

The vision faded as tears poured from Sam's eyes, his hands gripped on to the covers as he desperately tried to breathe. Opening his eyes, he looked around for his older brother; he needed to know he was okay, that the vision wasn't true. There was darkness, the room was filled with it as Sam tried to lift his hand for the bedside lamp.

He was comforted by the small light that escaped from the crack on the bottom of the bathroom door. It was followed with the sound of the door opening. Sam held his head up in anticipation, waiting for his brother to appear.

"Dean?" His voice went almost unheard as it was weak and faint.

More tears filled and escaped Sam's eyes. He couldn't even begin to comprehend what he had seen. He just needed his brother.

"Dean?" A shadow now stood over him as he searched blindly, desperately, in the dark for his brother.

Light flooded the room, Dean watched as his brother trembled and sobbed below him.

He quickly sunk to the edge of the bed and pulled Sam against him into a tight, reassuring embrace. The young hunter's hair feathered against Dean's cheek as he listened to Sam sob into his shoulder and speak weakly.

"Dean, I'm sorry...I'm so sorry. I'm sorry." Sam's voice slowly decreased from the panicked level it had been to a hushed whisper that was muffled by Dean's shoulder.

Droplets of water from Dean's still-wet hair brushed against Sam's ear and dripped onto the younger brother's perspiration drenched shirt and onto the tangled sheets of the bed. Dean continued to hold onto Sam, who had twisted his hands up in the material of his big brother's shirt, still whimpering into his shoulder. Dean was puzzled by what could have happened to cause the younger man so much grief.

"Shh, don't worry Sammy. It's okay, I'm right here." Dean cooed softly.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry Dean, I didn't mean to, I'm so sorry. I didn't want to hurt you, I'm sorry." Sam sobbed, apologizing continuously for something he hadn't even done..

"Don't be sorry, Sammy. I'm okay, see? I'm fine, I'm right here, you didn't do anything, I'm okay." Dean replied and continued to comfort his brother until he felt the young man finally fall asleep once again, his head resting against his shoulder.

The oldest Winchester fluffed the flat motel pillow up and gently laid Sam back against it, pulling the covers up to the young man's chin. He waited to be sure Sam remained asleep before slowly rising from the bed.

"Don't worry Sammy, I'll figure this out and fix it. I'm going to find whoever did this to you. I promise." Dean whispered angrily, watching his helpless kid-brother shift in his restless sleep.

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Okay, there's more I promise, hopefully I can update the next one fairly soon, Thanks for reading! Reviews are welcome!