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Dean watched Celia turn away and her long brown hair fell gently across her face. As more tears slipped from her soft brown eyes, she tried to hide them, yet they still escaped and slid down her cheeks leaving wet trails streaking her coffee coloured complexion. Dean noted how vulnerable that she looked as the tears combined with her delicately defined features to make her look even younger than her actual age. He focused on her eyes and was bombarded by thoughts of how beautiful she was, how beautiful she always had been.
Celia was the first to break off the intense, locked gaze that they shared and she proceeded to return the items that she had taken out back to their rightful places inside the cupboards.
"I have to pop out and get some stuff for this." She pointed at the bowl on the table as she stood and walked towards the door.
"Wait, where…Maybe I could go?" Dean asked, before he suddenly regretted the suggestion that he had made when thoughts of Sam being left behind with the thing after him crossed his mind.
"No, it'll be okay. I won't be gone long. Besides, the stuff is really hard to get and I know both how to get it and who to talk to," Celia attempted a smile.
"Sam will feel more comfortable if you're with him. You'll both be safe in the room."
Dean followed her out of the kitchen and into the hallway.
"Okay, I guess I'll see you soon then." He replied and watched her walk towards the door where she put on a small, white cardigan.
"Get something to eat! Call me if you need anything!" She yelled as she shut the front door behind her, leaving Dean standing alone in the hallway.
Dean looked back at the kitchen then at the closed front door.
'What's going on with her?' He thought as he opened the door that led to his brother.
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Celia was back within an hour, and she began to finish the mixture for Sam that she had left earlier.
"How's Sammy?" She asked when Dean walked into the Kitchen.
Dean sighed. "He's sleeping."
'If you can call it that.' He thought. He had watched his brother suffer through the fever that had been attacking his already weakened body.
"So, what's the plan?" Dean slumped into a chair, as he rubbed his eyes.
"This mixture will stop the physical process, but that's just the start. We have one hell of a fight ahead of us to get the Loa out." Celia shook her head as she spoke.
Dean's eyes widened when he heard her last comment. However, he continued to listen to Celia explain what exactly was going on with Sam.
"We got interrupted last time. Aurora is using Sam, she has not only sent the Loa to take over his mind, but she also wants total and complete control of him. As I mentioned before, Sam's body is dying. Eventually, he'll become her slave, or rather, her zombie." Celia raised an eyebrow as she spoke the last few words.
"What!" Dean yelled as he stood.
"There is no way that I'm gonna let that little bitch turn Sam into one of her zombie minions!" Dean shouted.
"Hopefully that won't happen, but if for some reason, this mixture doesn't work, The poison," Celia paused and looked at Dean.
"You see Dean, when and if Sam's body dies, the Loa can take over and she plans to control your brother that way." Celia finished, her eyes following Dean's pacing next to the table.
"Sam is not going to die! Why did she have to pick Sammy, anyway?" He asked, growing angrier toward the attack on his baby brother.
"I don't know for sure, but I'm guessing that it's because of his visions. She could use them to her advantage." Celia walked towards Dean and grasped his hand lightly in her own to stop his pacing.
"Come and sit." She pulled a chair out and sat on the one next to it.
"You know Dean, Sam is very special. His visions are just the start. Once he is able to get more control over them, he'll realize his strength. Unfortunately, this means he's more at risk of people taping onto him." Celia sighed.
"He's lucky to have an older brother like you to look out for him." A smile appeared as she held onto Dean's hand.
Dean looked up from the ground at Celia as he attempted to smile back. "So, how can I help?" He asked.
"Have you had something to eat?" Celia didn't wait for an answer, stood and continued with her preparations.
"Err, not exactly." Dean remembered that he hadn't eaten for sometime.
"Honey, you should eat. Once I finish this for Sam, I'll make you something." She looked up at Dean for approval. He nodded.
"Thanks. Now, what can I do to help?" Dean felt impatient and even more helpless. He wasn't used to having nearly everything taken care of for him.
Sensing his Dean's frustration, Celia stopped, walked over to a shelf, and picked out a pile of books.
"Here, you can start reading more about Loa spirits. We need to know as much as possible."
Dean nodded and immediately began to search through the books.
'Research. Now that I'm used to. Granted, I'm not as good as Sam, but I can pull off some of that college boy geek stuff too' Dean smiled as he thought of how Sam was generally the one to handle most of the research.
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"I'm gonna go check on Sam." Dean got up from the books and walked towards the room his brother was in.
Dean opened the door and quietly walked inside, being careful not to wake his brother should he be asleep. Sam stirred from the uncomfortable slumber and turned towards the familiar figure at his side.
"Dean?" Sam questioned, weakly.
"Hey, how you feeling?" Dean asked as he brought the chair closer and sat next to Sam.
Sam swallowed, as the effects of the substance that Celia had given him earlier began to wear off and the blinding pain crept slowly through his body. The younger brother managed a shake of the head as a response to Dean's question.
"Can I get you anything?" Dean asked as he picked up the cup of water on the bedside table.
Sam felt his stomach twist as the throbbing engulfed his body. He tried to fight the nausea that followed, but found that he couldn't.
"I'm gonna…" Sam struggled to speak. Instinctively, Dean got up and grabbed the bowl that was half filled with water. He held it in front of Sam as he proceeded to throw up the contents of his stomach.
"Sorry…" Sam choked as he tried to catch his breath.
"It's okay Sammy," Dean replied as he placed a supporting hand on Sam's shoulder. "This will be over soon, I promise."
Dean's attention was drawn to the sound of the front door closing, followed by the familiar voice that followed.
'Cameron.' He thought as he remembered their strange and uncomfortable encounter earlier that morning.
Dean shifted from his thoughts as he heard Sam cough. His brother sat against the headboard with his eyes closed as he tried to fight off the dry heaves. Dean continued to hold the bowl until Sam's breathing returned to normal.
"You okay now?" He watched as Sam nodded and remained still, afraid to make any sudden movements.
Sam's eyes opened as he heard a soft knock on the door. Dean stood and approached the door, tossing occasional glances back over his shoulder to where Sam watched.
The door began to open before Dean reached it. He knew that it wasn't Celia, because she generally called out before entering. When the door finally opened, Cameron stood there. His tall frame shadowed the light that filtered in from the hallway. He was causally dressed and his blonde curls ruffled over grey eyes. He was a little taller than Dean was, although not as tall as Sam.
"Err, Celia asked me to bring you this. I came to introduce myself to… Sammy?" He wore a grin as he moved his eyes over Dean to the bed to get a better look.
"Sam." Dean spoke firmly as he corrected Cameron.
Only Dean could call him that, Well, him and anyone else who he felt comfortable around, but not Cameron. No! He wouldn't allow that. A frown brushed over Dean's features as he turned away.
Dean couldn't explain the feeling, but again he felt awkward and uneasy around this guy. There was something about him that just felt… off, and he knew it was more than just the relationship with Celia. He shook the feeling away, but couldn't shake the urge to protect Sam that took over.
"Thanks." Dean turned back and accepted the tray that Cameron offered, before walking to his little brother.
"Make it quick. I really don't think Sam's up to much right now." Dean tried his hardest to sound civil when he spoke.
He turned back to face Sam as Cameron walked in and approached the bed.
"Hi Sam, I'm Cameron. Not sure how much you know about me. Sorry we had to meet in this situation, but Celia and I will do our best..."
Dean continued to watch, as Sam became increasingly uncomfortable. The younger man looked over at his brother and gave him an expression that Dean was able to read, almost immediately.
"Right thanks. I think Sam should rest now. Maybe when he's feeling better we can talk more." Dean offered a fake grin as he placed a hand on Cameron's shoulder and gently walked him to the door.
"Yeah, nice to meet you Sam." Cameron managed before the door was closed on his face.
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