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Previously……

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.

"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.

"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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Chapter 6

Dean lay on his back, staring at the water marks that covered the once-white ceiling. He was tired, his eyes were sore, but his head was filled with too many thoughts for his mind to rest. He was not only disturbed by Sam's apparent vision, but also by how all the previous events were affecting his brother, both mentally and physically.

The last time Dean had seen his brother in such a state of turmoil was when Sam was ten years old and he was plagued by nightmares that left him waking up, screaming in terror. Dean remembered holding the trembling, younger boy as he rocked and comforted him until he calmed down.

Dean's throat tightened as he then recalled how their father had often been away when the nightmares occurred. Dean was there for Sam then and would be now. He turned to watch Sam sleep, he certainly wasn't going to get any rest, especially when he was so worried about Sam.

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The early morning rays crept into the room through the small parts in the curtains. Dean lifted his arm high enough to catch the beam of light to shine on his wrist. He looked at the time on his watch and sighed.

It was now 5:25 in the morning, Sam had slept for three hours since his last vision. Dean, however, had not been able to sleep longer than an hour on and off as too many thoughts plagued him. He wanted to protect his brother, he wanted to solve what was after Sam and most importantly, he needed to stop Sam's pain.

Again, he stared at the ceiling. After about twenty minutes of failing to fall asleep once again, he decided to get up and prepare for their journey to New Orleans. They needed answers and they needed them soon. Silently, Dean gathered his things and walked into the bathroom, gently closing the door behind him. A nice shower should help wake him up and clear his jumbled thoughts. He turned the metal handle, releasing the just barely warm liquid that cleansed his body and pulled him to full awareness.

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The shower had helped clear his mind, but only slightly. He sat by the laptop as he switched it on, turning to check that he hadn't disturbed Sam and the precious sleep he needed. Dean had sent an email a few hours ago while researching; he smiled as he opened and read the reply that sat in inbox:

Hi Dean,

It's been a while since we've heard from you and your father. How are things? Any luck with the demon?

I'm sorry to hear about Sam's illness and from what you have told me I may have answers as to what's happening to him. I can't explain everything by e-mail, please make your way here as soon as possible.

He's in danger and needs help sooner rather than later, so as soon as you can, come and see me, I'll be waiting! I need to let you know that if this is what I think it is then you are also in danger, you need to keep watch over Sam's behaviour.

The Loa is trying to take over his body and could be strong enough to do so anytime. When it does, it will have no problem with killing anything that gets in its way. That includes you, Dean!

Look, I think I know who may have sent it and also who may be controlling it, so we need to act fast before she succeeds. All this may sound strange and not make sense now, but trust me, it will when you get here!

Oh, and one more thing. It's actually a good sign that Sam is sick, that means his body is fighting it. I know it must be hard for you to see him like this, I know how close you two are, but the longer he stays ill, the better it'll be for us.

Just try and keep him comfortable, fluids etc…. Any signs of him feeling better are not good, if this happens call me!

Take care of your brother and see you soon!

--- Celia

Dean looked up and turned toward Sam for a moment before he looked back over at the message, he placed his hands over his face as tried to take in everything that he had read. Rubbing his tired eyes with his palms, he stood and slowly walked over to get his jacket.

'I need coffee.' He thought as he pulled his coat over his arms, while observing his sleeping brother.

Dean fumbled through his pockets and pulled out an old receipt. On the back of it he wrote:

Coffee! Breakfast! Back Soon!

Dean

He placed the note on the bedside table incase Sam woke while he was out. He resisted watching Sam sleep as he left the room.

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Only a few minutes had passed since Dean left for breakfast. Sam rolled his aching body to the left and saw an empty, messed up bed that had clearly been slept in.

Closing his eyes for a few seconds, Sam breathed deeply, before opening them to look around the small room for signs of his brother. His eyes crossed the room and then focussed on the bedside table where he saw a small, used receipt that appeared to be strategically placed to be noticed.

After reading the brief message, he relaxed his muscles and allowed his body to settle back onto the bed.

'Back soon. Wonder what time he left?' Sam thought. He allowed his still-heavy eyes to close, every inch of his body was in pain and he felt as if even breathing alone was too much effort.

His stomach still continued to perform somersaults as the knots and gurgling persisted. Sleep seemed to be his only salvation, that and the fact that Dean was going to find out what was wrong with him. He trusted Dean with his life and it comforted him to think he was not alone.

Now, more than ever he felt vulnerable and dependant on Dean, glad to have his protective brother was with him. His wandering thoughts and light slumber were disturbed by the sound of their room door opening.

Dean stood still for a brief moment, before he walked in, holding a bag in one hand and a holder with two drinks in the other. The room key was being held between his teeth.

"Hey." Sam's voice was weak and raspy, but still audible. He turned over to see his older brother.

"That's disgusting, you don't know where that thing's been." Sam replied weakly.

Dean, unable to speak smirked around the key and nodded before placing the drinks and bag on the table next to the laptop, he pulled the key from his mouth, wiped it across his jeans and tossed it lightly on the table with the rest of the stuff.

"How are you feeling?" Dean asked as he walked over to Sam holding the container of hot liquid, "Breakfast." He added as he placed the drink onto the bedside table.

Sam's almost automatic reply of fine thanks nearly escaped as he experienced another wave of pain that engulfed his body. Pausing to catch his breath, he frowned then focussed on Dean.

"Not good Dean…..the..pain…" His voice trailed as the raw emotion threatened to escape.

"Yeah…ah look, about that. I did some research while you were asleep," Dean walked back toward the table as he continued. "We have to go to new Orleans, we're leaving soon as I finish breakfast…" Dean turned and gave a soft, light-hearted grin.

"You want any?" Rummaging through the bag he pulled out a packet of pre-packaged fruit and a muesli bar.

"This is the only chick..." He cleared his throat "I mean, healthy food I could find for you." Dean attempted to disguise his smile as he placed the items onto Sam's bed.

"Ha,ha. Very funny Dean." Sam picked up and crumpled the receipt Dean had scribbled on before playfully flinging it at Dean, who avoided it without much effort.

"Your aim sucks, dude. You throw like a girl." Dean smirked and then immediately pushed the amusement away when he saw Sam's face go paler and a wince flashed across the younger brother's face.

"I'm not too hungry." Sam replied, surprised as he realized that he hadn't eaten in more than a whole day.

"Hungry or not, you still need to eat Sam. I know you don't feel well, but how are you gonna get better if you don't eat? At least have some of that herbal crap I got you." He demanded as he pointed to the cup of hot herbal tea on the bedside table.

Sam smiled when he realized that Dean had gone to such effort to find him stuff he could actually pass off as food.

"Thanks, um I'll try, but don't blame me if I puke all over you." Sam released another mischievous smile as he knew he caught Dean's attention by his last comment.

"Hey no no….there'll be no puking on me or in my car, got that! You know, maybe you should just stick to the drink huh? I'm serious, even if it means stopping every fives minutes…The upholstery Sam!..." Dean continued to mumble and shake his head as he trailed off toward the table and sat.

Still smiling, Sam knew he had managed to wind his brother up, although there was some truth in what had said and he wasn't sure if he could hold any food down.

"I'm gonna get washed up." Sam shifted his body as he attempted to stand, only managing to place his feet on the ground.

Dean stood still, shaking his head. He approached Sam with his hand held out to help his brother up. Dean proceeded to assist Sam to the bathroom, before returning to finish his breakfast.

"We're leaving soon Sam." He shouted as the bathroom door closed.

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