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Ok so here chapter 14 enjoy!
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Dean approached the bed, gazing at Sam and shaking his head over the encounter they had just had with Cameron. The older brother refrained from speaking until he was sure that there was no one in the hallway. He sunk on the bed next to Sam.
"That guy just rubs me up the wrong way!" Dean frowned as he spoke.
"I hate to say this, but I think your right. There's definitely something up with him Dean, I…" Sam placed a hand on his forehead and attempted the sooth away the headache that had steadily began to build.
A simple smile slipped across Dean's face when he heard his baby brother admit that he was actually right.
"I'm always right Sammy!" The oldest Winchester replied. Slowly the grin that he wore faded to a look of concern.
"Hey, I think you need to take this." Dean offered Sam a cup with the same mixture that Celia had given him earlier.
The young hunter looked blankly at the cup and then back at Dean. His stomach rolled and twisted at the thought of anything passing through his lips. However, upon remembering the small, but precious relief the stuff had brought to his body earlier, he accepted what was offered and reached for the cup. His attempt at gripping the handle failed miserably and he nearly spilled the warm liquid over himself.
Dean caught the cup and watched as Sam sighed, placing his head back against the headboard. Sam breathed out, defeated. Now, he not only felt weak, but helpless as well, not to mention feeling embarrassed that he had become so dependent on his brother for even the smallest of tasks.
Dean sensed the younger man's frustration. He hated to see Sam this way. Dean would do anything for the other Winchester in less than a split second, without even thinking about it. However, he also knew that the entire situation was prime ground for an emotional breakdown on either of their parts.
"It won't be as comforting as when Celia helped you, but I'll do what I can." Dean spoke with a grin on his face, amused by his own attempt to lighten the mood.
Dean held the cup up to Sam's lips and offered the drink. Sam took the last sip and swallowed hard, trying to keep the liquid down. He took deep breaths as he concentrated on the simple task of swallowing. His head was still throbbing and the many thoughts that frantically raced through his mind made him feel dizzy when he tried to make sense of them.
'Cameron? What is it? Why? Don't trust him! Celia, she will help. Dean trusts her. If he does, why shouldn't I? That voice! Why?' Sam's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door.
'This is different.' Sam thought, seeing as the knock was actually more of a tap, followed by the familiar voice of Celia.
"Hey, Sam?" Celia began. She ceased speaking and cast her eyes toward Dean as she walked over to the bed.
"Sam, I've called a friend of mine, well actually she was my teacher and mentor. Either way, she's one of the best priestesses there are and we're going to try and stop what Aurora has done to you." Celia finished.
Dean nodded in response to the news that Celia had brought and turned to watch Sam, who looked into Celia's eyes with a confused expression as he tried to take in what she had just told him.
"She's on her way now and she should be here in a few minutes." Celia placed her hand onto Sam's forehead and brushed away some of his brown locks so she could better see his face. His head flopped back onto the headboard and he closed his eyes against the spinning room.
"Oh honey, you're burning up." She spoke softy and turned to Dean who was once again pacing around the room, anxious for his brother.
"The pain should ease off soon Sammy, this will all be over in good time. I promise." There was something about Celia's voice that Sam found to be very comforting, her fragrance, and her appearance were all so soft and warm.
Then he closed his eyes and thought of the only woman that had ever been able to make him feel safe. He thought about how much he missed Jessica's love. Sam opened his eyes to stare into Celia's, she responded with a smile that lit up the room.
'She would've been good for Dean, I can see why he likes her.' He thought as he passed his gaze to his brother.
"Sit down Dean, you're making me even dizzier." Sam knew his brother well enough to recognize his nervous traits.
"Come and sit here Dean, I'll be back soon." Celia stood and offered the seat next to the bed. Dean accepted it immediately.
"Thanks Celia, for everything." Dean smiled and watched her walk out of the room.
He knew that she had deliberately left them to give them time to talk and he was grateful for that.
"I can see why you like her Dean, she's really nice." Sam grinned as he spoke and watched his brother's eyes widen.
"Glad you noticed Sammy, she is amazing isn't she? Man, if she wasn't with that ass Cameron…" Dean's expression said it all as he savoured the thought of being with a woman like Celia.
"Dean there's something about him that makes me feel uneasy." Although Sam's voice had been raspy pretty much since this whole thing started, it cleared up when he mentioned Cameron.
"I hear ya bro, this isn't even about me and Celia either. I just don't like him. In fact, I'm surprised that you feel the same way, I mean you never listen to my rare talent of people judgement, even though I've told you time and time again that I'm always right, even when I'm wrong." Dean spoke to his brother lightly, playfully nudging him.
"Dean, your judgement never turned me over to your side, I just feel it. I don't know what it is, but I sense something funny." Sam's face was serious as he spoke. He looked at Dean, who suddenly clicked into what Sam was talking about.
"So it's your physic thing?" Dean straightened.
Frowning at Dean's choice of words Sam replied "Yeah kind of, I don't know…Just…" Sam stopped as pain consumed him.
A light tap on the door was followed by Celia opening it and walking in. She cast her gaze to Dean, who was now standing.
"Guys I'd like you to meet Evelyn. She knows almost everything there is know about all this, you'll be safe in her hands." Celia smiled and made room for the woman behind her to step beyond the doorframe.
Dean greeted the new woman with a smile and nodded as he observed her appearance. She was short and plump, and wore a floral dress that complemented her dark skin. Her greying black hair was pulled into a French plait. Evelyn was old, although she appeared to have aged well. Dean followed her with his eyes as she walked over to Sam and was distracted when Sam suddenly gasped in shock at the sight of Evelyn.
Dean watched Sam shake his head and become increasingly upset by the woman's presence.
"Please, don't. Stay away from me, you're not safe, please." Sam begged and looked over at his brother with frantic eyes for help.
Sam's pleading turned into a sob and Dean couldn't watch the turmoil any longer. He approached Sam and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"It's okay Sammy. What's wrong?" Dean questioned as he looked over at Celia and Evelyn, noting their confusion.
"It's okay Sam. When you're ready, we can talk." Evelyn turned without a further word and walked out of the room. Celia, who gave Dean a confused shrug, followed Evelyn out.
Dean mouthed a sorry as he watched the door close behind them.
"Sammy? She's gone, you gonna tell me what's wrong bro?" He spoke lightly as he sat on the bed.
"Dean, she's the one from my vision, the one I…" He swallowed the bile that rose while he spoke.
"I saw myself kill her Dean, I slit her throat and drained her blood. I can taste it in my mouth." Sam fought the urge to retch and closed his eyes tightly.
"Hey, it's gonna be okay kiddo. She's here to help. You're safe in this room, we all are." Dean closed his hand tighter around Sam's shoulder.
"I won't let you ki…" Dean paused and watched Sam's eyes widen before continuing with a better choice of words. "Nothing's going to happen, okay?"
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Cameron sat hunched in corner of the bathroom with the phone pressed firmly against his ear. He spoke quietly so he wouldn't be heard and turned the water on for background noise.
"Yes…Yes! It's done, okay! He drank every drop." Cameron wiped away the sweat that had gathered on his brow. There was a pause as the person on the other end of the phone spoke.
"No! I'm not going to do anymore. They'll get suspicious. I'm out! You hear me! Leave me alone!"
Cameron's eyes frantically flitted about the bathroom and he breathed heavily. He closed the phone and placed it into his pocket with shaking hands.
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