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Chapter 15
Celia placed her warm palms over the top of Evelyn's who was holding tight to a mug of sweet tea.
"I'm sorry Evelyn, Sammy's been through so much. He's just so…" She paused and rubbed Evelyn's hand before pulling away and rising from the kitchen table.
"Oh it's okay honey, don't apologize. I understand, that poor boy." She sighed before continuing.
"I think he saw something. I mean, by his reaction I could tell that he had seen me before…" Evelyn spoke in a soft and soothing manner, whether she was trying to or not. Calmly, she took another sip of tea and smiled at the young lady standing before her.
"Now, you did give Sam the tea we talked about, right?" She asked politely.
"Yes, I did" Celia nodded and returned the friendly smile that Evelyn offered.
She relaxed, as the words spoken by the older woman seemed to ease the stress and tension bombarding her mind. Celia chuckled quietly and playfully shook her head, remembering why she cared so much for Evelyn.
"Thank you!" Celia spoke and the words were truly and extremely genuine, as was the smile resting softly on her lips.
"What for, honey?" Evelyn gazed at Celia with a slightly puzzled expression.
Celia continued to shake her head gently.
"Just for being you. I'm so glad that you're here, not just for Sam, but…I'm just happy to have you around. You always make me feel safe…" Celia's voice broke slightly as her emotions fluttered to the surface.
She looked away and walked over to the sink. With her back turned, she breathed deeply and tried to gather her shattered composure, if only to grasp her rapidly failing dignity and save herself the embarrassment of breaking down in front of Evelyn.
Evelyn saw straight through her act and sighed quietly before speaking with a friendly, but firm voice. "Honey, when this whole thing with Sam is over, you and I need to have a talk! I know you Celia Murphy, probably better than you know yourself, and you're not fooling me!"
Celia nodded and wiped away the tear that had escaped to fall softly on her cheek. She felt like the innocent little girl that she had once been as she returned to the kind hearted woman who had practically raised her from birth.
'I love you too Evelyn.' She thought. With a helpless sigh, she returned to the task that stretched out ahead of her.
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In the bathroom, Cameron bent low, over sink and tried nervously to calm himself. He turned on the taps and filled his hands with cold water that he roughly splashed over his face.
"Shit!" He cursed when the water splattered onto his shirt and trousers.
'Get a grip, Cameron!' He told himself.
He slowly brushed away the water that trailed down his pant legs before straightening and gazing into the mirror. A look of complete blankness mauled his features. When a few seconds had passed ticking away one by one, feeling like an eternity, he smiled at his reflection.
'Dean Winchester, get used to it, Celia is mine!' With that thought clinging to his mind and keeping his sanity grounded, he left the room, closing the door behind him.
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"Hey Sammy, will you be okay for a minute if I go and check on the progress being made out there?" Dean asked, motioning to the door.
In all actuality, he was desperate for the bathroom, but thought that it would do anything, but make Sam feel any better, if Dean were to tell him his true purpose. After all, Sam was miserably stuck with using the bedpan and Dean was free to come and go as he pleased. Patiently, Dean waited at the door for an answer, before moving into the hall.
"Hmm, I feel kinda…" Sam scrunched up his face upon feeling his stomach twist in a nauseating motion. He groaned, and the sound he uttered was loud enough for his older brother to hear.
Dean immediately rushed to his younger brother, recognizing the familiar facial expression.
"Whoa, hang on Sammy!" Dean spoke, grabbing for the bin at the side of the bed.
"It's Sam." The young man on the bed moaned.
"I think I'm okay…" Sam mumbled as he pushed away the bin that was shoved in front of his face.
"Go, I'll be fine." Sam tried his best to sound fine when he spoke, but Dean wasn't fooled by the whole act his brother was putting forth. However, he ignored it, allowing Sam to feel as though he'd won, to soothe the younger Winchester's desperation for independence.
"Okay then, I'll be back in minute." Dean watched his brother closely for a reply, but only got a nod. He took that as good enough and walked into the hallway.
In the hall, Dean found Cameron standing by the bedroom door. An overwhelming sense of anger boiled from inside of him when he thought of that man getting anywhere near Sam, again.
'Okay, just stay cool. Be civil with this jerk, even if it's only for Celia's sake. You can handle this in a perfectly mannerly way, just think of something nice to say. Compliment his shirt, well maybe not, it looks like something from a trash bin. Okay, forget about the damn compliments, this thing doesn't deserve any. Just ask him what the hell he thinks he's doing snooping around Sammy's door, but totally tone it down, but don't be too nice or he'll think of you as a pushover. I am so not a pushover! Just…speak.' Dean thought to himself.
The older brother scrolled through possible insults that he could sugar coat so the attempts to shatter Cameron's pride would go undetected.
"Um, you going somewhere?" Dean questioned.
'Damn! Not exactly the extraordinarily brilliant jab that I was hoping for. Ah well, it'll have to do.' Dean held the curse inside as he looked away from the prying eyes locked on him.
'Say something else! Don't you dare let this jerk get the upper hand this time, or any time!' Dean carried on the conversation with himself, while once again speaking to Cameron with pure vehemence and dislike in his words.
"I thought we already discussed this, Sam is not up for friendly conversation right now!" He added. For good measure he tossed one of his carefully perfected and classic, 'by-the-way-I-hate-your-guts', grins.
Cameron chuckled lightly, ignoring the look that Dean was giving him, before once again speaking.
"Actually, I was looking for Celia." Cameron brushed his hand over his nose as he spoke.
"Oh yeah? Well she's not in there!" Dean walked away and pulled another uncivilized facial expression that, luckily, went unseen by Cameron.
"Dean…" Celia sighed as she watched the young man walk in to the kitchen, followed by Cameron who looked incredibly pissed.
'Just great, now what's happened?' She thought.
"Cameron?" Her voice lowered slightly and she tried to hide the disappointment that she felt.
"Hey! How's everything going? Is it ready yet?" Dean's eyes crossed over the two women as they continued with the preparation for Sam's voodoo ceremony.
Dean completely ignored Cameron, who was standing quietly behind him, clearly gesturing defeat in his posture.
'Whoo! Score one for the Dean team! That jerk's got nothin' on me!' Dean thought in raw satisfaction.
"Err, so how can I help?" Cameron asked. He moved in front of Dean and walked toward Celia, who briefly gazed into his eyes, noting his strange behaviour.
"It's all done now…" She smiled and cast a hurried glance to Dean before moving toward Evelyn.
"It sure is! We'll be ready in about five minutes!" Evelyn spoke cheerfully. She continued to flick through the old and tattered book.
Dean walked over to the tray and observed all of the freaky items placed on it with an odd sort of face. Before he made another move, his bladder reminded him of what his previous intentions had been.
"I'll be right back" He tossed over his shoulder as he left the kitchen.
Cameron watched the young hunter leave the room and sat at the table to watch the women continue their final preparations. He let out a loud sigh and rubbed his face as jumbled thoughts of what he had done ran through his mind.
'I hope he drank it.' Followed by, 'They had better leave us the hell alone now!' fluttered through his mind, but he quickly shook away the thoughts and returned to watching Celia.
Celia heard Cameron sigh and felt guilt invade her mind. Something was wrong. It had been for a while and he knew it as well as she did!
Evelyn felt the tension building in the room and stood from her book, slamming the cover shut.
"Right, let's do this!" Evelyn replied.
"Dean will be back soon. Cameron, honey, could you help me with this tray? Let's get everything to Sam now!" Celia ordered.
Immediately, Cameron got to his feet and grabbed the tray in question. With a smile, he followed the two women out of the kitchen and down the hall to Sam's room.
Celia placed her hand onto the cold handle leading to where Sam was and she gently turned it. The door yelped open with a low squeal of the hinges and the room was shrouded in complete darkness. Her heart skipped a beat and she reached for the light switch. When the light flooded the room she gasped at the sight of an empty bed.
"Sammy?" She called out as she slowly walked into the room, followed closely by Evelyn.
Cameron lingered in his position outside of the bedroom and watched the women cautiously venture inside.
Celia's eyes frantically darted from side to side as she searched the small room. The darting stopped and passed over the young Winchester standing in the darkest corner of the room. A racing heart fluttered in her chest as her mind searched for answers. Why was Sam out of bed? How had he managed to get up? What was he doing in the corner?
"Sam, what are you doing?" Celia asked with a hint of fear and concern.
There was no answer. She gave Evelyn a quick look, before starting to approach the man in the shadows.
"Celia, NO!" She heard the cry shatter through the room, before everything went black….
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