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"Ugh, Dean?" Sam managed to ask. His voice was weak and barely audible.
"Wha…What happened?" The youngest Winchester took in deep breaths as he attempted to open his eyes. Another groan slipped through his lips when he analyzed his current situation and noticed that he was in the Impala, lying in the back seat and once again there were handcuffs around his wrists.
"Not this again! God Dean, will you please tell me what's going on?" Sam made a weak attempt to sit up and failed.
"You really don't remember? Actually, it's probably better that you don't because it's something that I would be more than willing to forget myself, little brother." Dean moved the rearview mirror so that he was able to better see the young man in the back seat.
"Dean!" Sam raised his voice as his frustration grew.
"Fill me in here! I really don't remember what happened and from the sound of things I should!"
"Okay Sammy, lemme refresh your memory. The situation involved you, that poor, but oh so gorgeous, waitress who, by the way, you traumatized, and me, being the marvelous big brother that I am, tackling you to the floor." Dean spoke with a wavering hint of sarcasm to shed a brighter light on the dark situation that had taken place back at the diner.
When no reply came from Sam, he continued. He kept his tone sarcastic because he could see that Sam was absolutely horrified about what may or may not have taken place. He didn't want to force a harsh tone upon his already emotionally scarred kid brother, especially in the present situation.
"I left you for just a few minutes, thinking that you'd be fine while I did my business in the men's room. Well, that idea went flying into a glass door the moment I returned to find you groping that waitress in ways that she was clearly uncomfortable with. Sammy, the poor girl was crying for help because you were being one scary, perverted bastard, man. Well, with some intense flattery and my wonderful people skills, I eventually took control over the whole thing and managed to get us out of there without either the chick or Mr. Knight-in-shining-armour, calling the police." Dean sighed as the entire situation replayed in his head. No amount of jokes and sarcasm could make what happened all better and he knew that.
"Little bro, you owe me big time. That was one hell of a hairy situation." Dean's eyes shifted to the mirror and Sam's reflection.
The younger brother placed his shaking, cuffed hands over his face to cover the shock that registered in his expression. When he dropped them, Dean noticed that Sam looked far more exhausted and pale than he had since all of this began. He seemed repulsed into silence as his big brother's words echoed in his mind over and over again.
'How could I have done that? And why the hell can't I remember?' Sam thought to himself as he chewed the inside of his cheek and tried to take in all that he had been told.
Upon seeing how horrified his baby brother was, Dean decided it would be best to just change the subject before it tore Sam up inside. He drew in a breath and focused on the younger's reflection in the mirror.
"I called Celia. We're not far from our destination, now and she's excepting us to arrive anytime." Dean attempted to get a response of his brother.
The realization of what he'd done was taking its toll on Sam and he tried to fight off the queasiness that his older brother's recap of the situation had brought to his stomach.
"Dean…" Sam's voice wavered as the nausea that he'd been fighting finally took over. The older brother watched the rearview mirror curiously as Sam placed his trembling hands over his mouth.
"Whoa. Hold it, Sammy!" Dean instinctively pulled the car over, crawled into the back seat, and proceeded to quickly open the rear passenger door.
He immediately hauled his baby brother up and allowed him to lean out of the car, while keeping a secure grasp on his shoulders. Sam could barely hold his head up, but with some intense concentration and a lot of help from his big brother, he was able to expel what little remained in his stomach, coupled with the red liquid.
Dean watched and winced when he observed his brother. The thought of removing the handcuffs to make Sam more comfortable fleeted through his mind, but he then remembered that Celia had instructed him not to do so for the rest of the journey. Instead, he placed a comforting hand on his brother's back and rubbed it in soothing circular motions until the heaving passed. Dean patiently waited until Sam seemed more or less composed before helping him out of the back and into the front, passenger seat.
"You okay now?" Dean asked, although he could tell that there was nothing okay about his baby brother. Sam managed a trembling nod of the head and hunched over into a curled position to stop the surging pain in his stomach.
"You gonna be sick again? Cause we can wait…" Dean sounded concerned, but he hoped that Sam would be ready to get going again sooner rather than later.
"Hmm." Sam groaned miserably, as another wave of nausea threatened to take over.
The young hunter fought the churning feeling in his stomach and sat up straighter. He tilted his throbbing head back to rest against the seat and closed his eyes.
"Let's just go, Dean." The younger man spoke shakily.
Dean sighed, shut the passenger door, and walked around to the driver's side. Upon entering the car, he reached into the back seat to retrieve a half-empty bottle of water that was warm. Still, he handed it to his brother, thinking that it was better than nothing. One look at Sam's pale and sweating face gave him a sense of uneasiness about his brother's condition. He grabbed a brown paper bag from the floor in the back, and spilled the contents into the seat before handing it to Sam.
"Upholstery, Sammy." Dean said simply.
He watched his brother take a sip of the warm water and gave him a sympathetic look. The poor kid was struggling to hold the bottle in his restrained hands and it broke his brother's heart. No matter, the older brother knew that this was about the only option at the moment and he waited until Sam had taken his last sip before taking the bottle back and replacing the lid.
"Lets go, Sammy" Dean replied and turned the car back on to the road.
"Dude, it's Sam." Sam replied weakly and closed his eyes once more.
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Dean pulled into the driveway, only to find Celia waiting on the front steps for them. She stood up and walked down to where the oldest Winchester had pulled the Impala into park and was undoing his seatbelt.
"How is he?" Celia spoke softly through the open window, so as not to wake the sleeping younger brother.
Dean sighed and gazed into her eyes for a few brief seconds.
"Sammy's in a bad way. My god, am I glad to see you." There was a brief pause that lingered between them.
"Then let's get him inside." Celia replied with a soft smile and she brushed Dean's hand, gently.
Dean watched Celia head into the house before he turned to where his little brother slept. He placed a gentle touch on the other man's shoulder.
"We're here, Sammy." He spoke quietly, gently applying pressure to the grasp he had on Sam.
Before Sam could reply, Dean got out of the car and walked around to assist the other. He opened the door and helped his cuffed brother to stand. Sam groaned as the movement pulled him from sleep and caused him pain, but he tried his best to carry most of his weight as they proceeded towards the house. Sam felt his legs weaken as he drew closer to the light and warmth that streamed through the open front door.
"Whoa, it's okay Sammy. I gotcha, man." Dean replied as he held his brother upright.
"You need any help?" The voice from the door called out as the brothers slowly drew closer.
"Nah, I think we can handle it." Dean took in a deep breath as he lifted Sam up the first step leading to the front entrance.
He continued to help his brother up the stairs and into the house where a comforting warmth brushed gently over his night-chilled face, slithering over the perspiration that carrying his brother inside had pulled to his brow.
"This way." Celia instructed with a wave of her hand. She walked down the hallway and into a small room at the back of the house.
The room was dimly lit and contained a single bed that had been freshly prepared, along with some other strange items that were placed around the room.
"Okay, now you can remove those." She pointed at the cuffs on Sam's wrists and saw Dean's confused expression.
"Don't worry, he's safe in this room. I have prepared it in such a manner that will not allow it to get a hold of him in here. It really is okay, Dean." Celia replied.
With the confused expression still settled neatly on his face, Dean did as he was told and removed the handcuffs that chaffed his brother's wrists.
"We need to talk, Celia. What the hell is going on with him?" Dean said as soon as Sam's hands were freed.
"Where to start?" She paused and shifted her eyes between the two brothers.
"I think a Loa has been sent to take over Sam." She replied, getting straight to the point. There was no since in beating around in the bush while Sam's life was in very real danger. She locked gazes with Dean.
"A Loa?" The older brother questioned.
"It's a spirit that is controlled by the sorcerer. It takes over a victim's body and…" She paused to look at Sam, who lay on his back with his eyes closed.
"Look, I don't know what type it is or how to stop it yet, but Sam will be safe in this room until we figure it out. For now, we should let him rest." Celia finished.
She offered Dean what she hoped was a reassuring expression and her eyes wandered to the door. The older hunter picked up on the fact that the conversation should be continued outside and he led the way to the door, allowing Celia to move into the hall before he did. Dean looked back at his brother before leaving and then closed the door behind him. He ran his hands over his hair in his struggle to remain calm. Celia led him to the kitchen in the front of the house and pulled a chair out for Dean to collapse into. She settled herself into another seat nearby.
"Dean, we don't have much time. This spirit, it's bad and when it's strong enough…" She hesitated and kept talking.
"Sam's body has to die for the spirit to take complete control. The fight for life is primarily up to your brother."
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