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Previously : "Can't we do something to get this out of him and back to wherever it came from?" Dean questioned, knowing deep down that things were never simple when it came to supernatural beings.

"We can't do that, she conjured it. It's connected to her ans she's connected to Sam, meaning she will have control over Sam's powers." Evelyn paused and turned away.

"Powers? You mean his visions? What aren't you telling me? You know more about this, don't you?" Dean walked closer to gain the attention of Evelyn before they were both interrupted by the stirring on the bed.

"Sam?" Dean questioned as he approached his brother.

"Dean, no! Be careful!" Evelyn stepped back from the bed and closer to Celia.

"That's right Deany, be careful!" The youngest Winchester's voice was horse, although spoke firmly in the sarcastic tone.

"Where the hell is my brother?" Dean snarled as he stood over Sam's body.

Chapter 17

The young man that lay on the bed sniggered at the question.

"Unfortunately, Sammy is still here. He just wont give up. I must say, he's a fighter." The evil grin that followed made Dean twitch as he tried to absorbed what exactly was playing out before him.

'Sammy's in there, somewhere.'

"I swear, if you hurt him…" Dean's anger seethed through his words and he paused for a few seconds to regain the composure that he had lost.

"If you hurt my little brother, I swear I will kill you and send you back to wherever the hell you came from!" Dean snapped.

Sam gasped and his face showed nothing, but mock fear. The sarcastic expression painted on the youngest Winchester's face once again served to remind Dean that Sam was not the one speaking to him.

The eldest brother continued to gaze at young man and his eyes softened just a bit when he saw how truly weak Sam was. Nearly all of the colour was drained from Sam's face. His eyes were sunken in and ugly, dark circles taunted him from beneath the lower lids. Coupled with the mysterious markings that marred the younger's features, Dean could truly see every weakness that Sam had, and that scared him more than the voice snarling from within the young one's throat, that and the fact that Dean could see death's hunger creeping quickly over his baby brother. Every fibre of the oldest Winchester ached and he cursed himself for failing to protect Sam in a situation such as this.

'Sammy, you gotta hang in there. Please, just hold on until I can figure this out.'

"Dean…Honey I know it's hard but we have to keep it together." Evelyn spoke softly in the hopes of comforting the young man with an internal struggle painted on his face.

Dean gazed slowly around the room and yet again took in his surroundings. He brushed his fingers through his hair and a troubled sigh escaped his lips, a sigh that he was helpless to stop.

"How's she doing?" He asked, drawing closer and placing a hand upon Celia's cool skin.

Evelyn shook her head before answering. "It wasn't meant for her, Dean." The woman's voice was silent and she looked desperately up at the young hunter standing before her.

"I had no choice." The regret and fear that filled Evelyn's eyes caused chills to shiver up his spine.

The older woman looked into Dean's eyes. She wasn't afraid to show her despair. They remained locked, in that same position for what seemed like forever, but only mer moments truly passed. However, a few moments was just enough time for both of them to grasp the drifting tendrils of composure and pull it back to them.

"Lets do this." Dean replied as he forced himself into hunter mode.. Evelyn allowed herself a faint smile and nodded.

"Okay, here's what we have to do..."

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Cameron crouched behind a bush, trying to hide his tall frame as much as possible. Thorns and prickles scraped deep into his skin and he winced at the pain they triggered. His breath came in frantic gasps as he struggled to remain quiet.

Cameron shifted and slowly moved closer to the window. He used a single leg to balance himself and push him up the rough wall, ignoring the ranches that dug into. He squinted through the bush and into the window where he searched left and right, but found only an empty room. A sigh of relief escaped into the night and he relaxed a bit as he continued to peer into the room.

"Shit!" He exclaimed when his right foot slipped.

Immediately, he looked down in an attempt to regain his footing in the soil that was slowly swallowing his foot. With a racing heart, he chuckled lightly to himself upon realizing the overreaction he was giving.

'Get a grip!' He mentally scolded himself before raising his head to gaze into the room once again.

He scanned the windowpane and he stumbled back a bit when his eyes locked with a pair of dark ones that seemed to stare straight through him.

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"Are sure you'll be okay?" Dean questioned with hesitation.

Dread boiled inside of him at the thought of leaving Evelyn alone with both Sam and Celia, not to mention the thing inside of Sam and the fact that Celia was unconscious and wouldn't be able to help, if Evelyn needed it.

"Honey, we've gone through this. There's no other choice. You've got to go to Aurora's and do what we agreed." Evelyn shot Dean a warning glance to cut off his protest, and that made the young hunter think that she could read his mind.

The instructions that Evelyn had given him left little room for much else, but that didn't stop him from imagining what he was going to do to the woman that had done this to Sam, with or without instructions.

"Okay, I'm going. I'll be back as soon as I can." Dean remained still for a few moments before picking up his bag of supplies.

"Call if you ne…Never mind, I'm gone." He muttered upon seeing the warning from Evelyn once again. He turned away and left the room, leaving Evelyn behind and hating every second of it.

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Dean knew that the plan was dangerous, and not just to him or to Sam, but to everyone that was involved.

His head was bombarded with thoughts as he drove to his destination. He thought about Sam, about Aurora and Cameron. He gritted his teeth when he thought of Cameron. Everything that Dean had suspected or, wanted to suspect about the man had ben confirmed as the situation had unfolded.

Evelyn had explained the sabotage involved in Sam's sudden turn and she'd also explained that in order for it to play out right, Aurora would have had to have inside help. That inside help had to have been Cameron, he was the only one that it could be.

Dean shook away all of the thoughts and the rage. He knew he had to stay focused. He had to go to Aurora's, destroy the altar or shrine, exorcise Sam and then kill Cameron...Well, he didn't have to kill Cameron, but he was sure as hell going to teach him not to mess with a Winchester.

He grasped the steering wheel and kept driving.

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The drive seemed to take forever, but when he looked at his watch, he realized that only fifteen minutes had actually passed. He drew the car to a stop and got out to gather his supplies.

With a final survey of his surroundings, he drew a breath and started the descent to his target.

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Dean located the shrine easy enough, but felt uneasy about the house being so empty and quiet. Not even a creak from the floorboards drew his attention.

There was nothing. His instincts told him that this whole thing was too easy, he should've at least been met with some resistence, but he wasn't.

Before continuing, he scanned the walls one last time and spotted a door that he had missed. He sighed apprehensively and began to slowly make his way toward it. Before getting there, however, a thick, sticky substance squished under the soles of his shoes. A colourful curse was muttered miserably and he lifted his foot in an attempt to see what he'd stepped into.

The door in front of him slowly crept open with an audible squeal that cried out at him. The young hunter tensed and brought his weapon t the ready as he waited for whatever was going to come.

He leapt back in alarm when a body fell from the door and hit the ground in front of him.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed, and stood, temporarily shocked at what had happened.

A quick shock of guilt sliced through him, stemming from the thoughts that he had had only a few moments before about Cameron, who now lay at his feet. He placed a hand over his face as Celia came to mind.

This wasn't supposed to be part of the plan...

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