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The roar of the engine caused Sam to flinch as he woke from his drug induced sleep. Dean gave his younger brother a blank stare before looking back to the road.
"Dean? What's going on?" Sam questioned as he raised his cuffed hands. The man in question didn't answer.
"Dean?" He tried again. His voice was weak and stressed as he tried to gain his brother's attention.
"Sorry Sam, but it's best this way. At least until we get you to New Orleans" Dean made no eye contact with Sam and kept his gaze locked on the road ahead.
"What? I don't understand how this could be best, Dean." Sam made an unsuccessful attempt to sit up, but groaned as the small movement caused a jolt of pain to travel to his head.
"Dean, I don't feel well. Will you please take them off?" Sam asked pleadingly.
"Sorry Sammy, no can do." Although Dean felt regret over the situation he'd put his little brother in, he spoke with a firm voice to hide the tone that he didn't want Sam to hear.
A few minutes passed in silence as short, blank gazes that caused the tension in the car to build were exchanged between the two men. Sam brought his cuffed hands to his forehead and rubbed in circular motions, wincing in pain.
"Dean, can we stop?" His was voice raspy and faint.
Dean quickly glanced at his brother and tried to concentrate on the road at the same time. His eyes were heavy and he knew that they were at least six hours away from their destination.
"We're only a few hours away, we should keep going." Dean replied.
The older brother forced himself to ignore his body's urge to rest. He was exhausted, and from observing his brother, knew that he wasn't the only one. Nevertheless, he ignored his brother's pleas to stop.
The young man in the passenger seat no longer resembled the Sam that Dean once knew. His skin was pasty and pale, the eyes were lifeless, and the lesions that marred his face created the sense of a plague that was slowly claiming his baby brother. Dean shook his head and continued to drive.
'We can't wait.' He thought and forced his foot down harder on the pedal.
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Three hours into the continuing drive, Dean's reserves were drained. The determination alone was no longer enough to keep him charged. He needed more coffee. The older brother pulled the Impala off of the road and into a small parking lot in front of a diner that was built in an older style of construction.
Sam had fallen asleep again, although he looked very uncomfortable confined by the restricting handcuffs. Dean placed a hand on his brother's shoulder and gently shook the younger man awake.
"Sammy, we've stopped" Dean watched his brother closely, hoping that it was truly Sam and not the thing he had encountered at their last stop.
The man in question groaned awake and grimaced at the pain journeying through his body in its weakened state.
"Dean, I need to use the bathroom, please?" He pleaded and reached his bound hands out to Dean hopefully.
Dean looked into his Sam's eyes and was relieved when he saw that there was nothing or nobody else looking back at him, besides his brother.
"Ok," Dean paused. "I'll take them off. Please don't make me regret this, Sammy."
Dean placed the key into the small lock and released the restraints holding his brother's hands and leg. He placed the cuffs into his pocket, silently. Sam watched his brother's actions and rubbed his raw wrists to banish the pain that the metal had forced upon them.
Sam went for the door handle when he felt a hand on his shoulder holding him back. "Stay close to me, ok?" Dean's questioning voice was soft.
The younger man nodded. He adjusted both his cap and his hair to cover more of his face, after remembering his appearance and the situation in which he found himself.
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The brothers entered the diner and Dean was relieved to see that it was nearly empty. Sam looked around until he recognized the men's sign to the left of the main room. He gestured to Dean, showing him where he was headed and stopped to watch his brother's face when the expression changed.
"What? You wanna come in with me?" Sam moaned, miserably. He waited for a reply.
"Ha-ha, very funny Sammy. You're a big boy, I think you can handle it on your own. You want anything?" Dean answered when he realized that perhaps he was being a bit overly cautious about this whole thing.
"Um, just water." Sam tossed over his shoulder on the way to the men's room.
Dean began to follow Sam and sat at a small table not far from the door that the younger brother had just walked into. He looked around the diner and watched a young, redheaded waitress coming toward him
"What can I get you?" She asked, releasing a smile that was returned by one of Dean's own.
"I'll have a large coffee, water, an orange juice, and something sweet. What have you got?" Dean gazed into the young lady's eyes as she smiled and blushed.
"Right…. Err well, we have some real nice apple pie." She offered as she placed the pen against her lip.
"Well then, I'll have two slices of pie as well. Thanks." Dean grinned and focused on her as she walked away.
His grin faded when he looked at the men's door that was still closed. He impatiently tapped the table with the menu, watched the door, and wondered how long Sam had been gone. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of the door springing open. Sam slowly approached the table. The younger man looked weak as he cautiously slid his body into the chair opposite Dean.
"Hey, you ok?" Dean asked, watching in amazement at how quickly his brother's appearance had deteriorated.
"Ugh, No. How far are we again?" Sam managed, leaning his body back against the chair.
Dean sighed as he watched his brother's pained expression.
"A couple of hours, maybe three. I got you an orange juice and some pie, if you can manage it."
"Thanks, but what happened to the water? I really can't eat anything at the moment." Sam made a face as the thought of food churned his stomach.
"Yeah, I got you that too Sammy. You've got to keep your energy up, maybe try a little of the pie, huh?" Dean questioned, looking around for the waitress. As much as Dean needed the break, he felt a greater urge to get going when he saw his brother wince.
The waitress brought the orders to the table and Dean dug into his pie, realizing just how hungry he was. Sam watched his brother devour his food and took a small sip of orange juice. He swallowed the acidic liquid, and squeezed his eyes shut as it seem to burn its way down his throat. His stomach growled at him, begging him to try some of the pie that sat in front of him. He took up his fork and proceeded to take a small bite. He chewed the mouthful of pie, and relaxed slightly when the food calmly entered his body.
"Now see, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Dean smiled at Sam as he took a gulp of coffee.
Sam's stomach growled again, this time loud enough for Dean to hear. He looked up at Sam. "Tell me that's because you're hungry."
Sam shook his head in the negative and placed the fork back on the tabletop. He pushed the plate away and cringed when pain traveled through his body.
"When are we leaving?" He asked, looking at the clock.
Dean downed the rest of the coffee and placed his utensil back on the empty plate as he ate the last bite of pie.
"In just a few minutes?" He asked, getting up from the table.
"I'll be back in a sec, hold on." He added and walked toward the bathroom door.
Sam rested his head in his hands and breathed through the throbbing pain journeying through his body.
"Are you ok? Can I get you anything else?" The young waitress waited for a reply from Sam.
"No, um yes, I'm fine. Can I just get the check please?" Sam remained in the same position as he spoke, knowing that she would be concerned if she were to see his appearance.
The waitress returned a few moments later with the bill. Sam could sense that she was attempting to make eye contact with him.
The throbbing in his head grew and the faint voice of the waitress faded as she again questioned Sam. He felt the atmosphere around him began to disperse into nothingness and the light dimmed…
The waitress placed her hand on Sam's shoulder and continued to ask the young man if was ok. Suddenly, she yelped in alarm as the man's hand gripped her wrist and tore it away from his shoulder.
"What are you doing?" She pleaded. Sam gripped tighter.
"Ow! You're hurting me! Please stop!" By now, her voice was distressed and it caused the only man on the other side of the room to stand.
"Is there a problem?" The man questioned as he approached the table.
Sam replied only with an evil smile as he gripped the young lady closer. His other arm was now pressed around her body.
"Please, let go!" She cried as Sam's hold on her grew stronger still.
"You heard the lady!" The man yelled, preparing to intervene.
Sam flinched when he heard the bathroom door open. Dean stepped out into the main room and observed the situation with shocked eyes.
"Sam! What the hell?" Dean yelled as he approached his brother with some caution.
"Sam, please let her go." He requested in a soft, cautious voice as he stood behind his brother.
Sam drew the young waitress closer to him and whispered into her ear, causing her to start crying.
"Please, don't hurt me!" She wept, eyeing the other man for help.
Sam's hold on her remained and he slowly licked the side of her cheek. He stared at the man who drew closer and shook his head. Dean stood behind Sam, trying to figure out how to gain control over the younger brother and keep the young woman safe at the same time.
'What are you doing? Not now! I told you to wait until I say! He's not ready…' The voice inside of Sam's head vibrated and he watched the world around him fade to black.
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Ok now the next chapter should explain more about what's going on with Sam, I'll try have it done in the next couple of days.
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