I'm back to finish this story hopefully with some sort of planned schedule, I know some of you have waited patiently and I am really sorry you have had to wait so long. Thanks for those who have kept with this. As always, a big Thank you for all who previously reviewed, and to my fantastic beta Michelle.

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Previously:

Sam's body began to shake violently; the restraints supported some of the movement, his body arched as his back curled before plummeting back to the bed.

Silence filled the room when Evelyn stopped chanting. The two stepped back as they watched the red mist rise from Sam's body. It twirled out, rising up before approaching the ground. The movement was slow and silent. As the last of the red mist rose from Sam, it was engulfed by a black vapour that shot out violently from his weaken body and absorbed the other before forming into a dark figure in the far corner of the room.

"Shit!" Dean spat as he reached for his weapon.

"Is that meant to happen?" He asked with concern, Dean walked around the bed placing himself in front of his brother and the two women.

"Dean! The potion!" Evelyn handed the hunter the beaker of purple liquid.

Chapter 19

As if time itself had slowed down, Dean watched the beaker and all its contents slip from his finger tips and fall to the ground. The glass shattered into pieces and the crash echoed through the silent room.

The hunter instincts within him took hold immediately. He raised his shot gun in one swift movement and stood firm with his eyes locked on the target waiting for it to make the first move. The dark shadow remained motionless causing the atmosphere to become dense with anticipation.

"Dean! Don't shoot!" Evelyn's voice was filled with desperation as she repeated it again.

"Don't shoot Dean. It won't work."

"What?" His reply was sharp and he turned slightly still keeping his target in sight.

"What the hell are we gonna do?"

Before Evelyn could respond, the shadow dispersed into the darkness and disappeared.

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"That didn't go how I imagined it and by the look on your face you feel the same?"

Dean shot Evelyn a concerned look before drawing closer to Sam.

Evelyn did not answer with her voice, in fear of losing composure, but her expression said it all. Blinking rapidly she looked down at Celia's unconscious body. She brought the young woman closer to her and sat in silence.

Dean knelt next to his baby brother and brushed his hand through Sam's hair.

"Hey Sammy, It's over." He tipped his head to the ground as he thought about the shadow that was previously before them.

With his voice almost a whisper he looked up at Sam with disappointment on his face.

"No, wait, it's nearly over Sammy, just hold on a bit longer."

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Pain. Sharp, throbbing pain was the first thing he felt. The centre of it coming from his stomach and flowing up through his spine right to the temples of his head. Sam wanted to cry, but that seemed too much effort. Every breath he took caused the agony to radiate further across his body.

' Dean? Oh God! Please help me!' He desperately pleaded in his head for the only person he knew would bring comfort to him.

He couldn't remember the last time he wanted his brother so desperately. Sam knew his thoughts went unheard and that he would have to voice them. He licked his dry lips and tried to swallow realizing that it would be a challenge to speak.

It took everything he had left in him to open his eyes only to find darkness and haze. Sam concentrated against the throbbing to make out the voices surrounding him.

'Dean? He's here thank god.' Sam made another attempt to open his eyes and focus them on the familiar voice.

The room was spinning and his vision was doubled, however he could just make out the outline of his brother who was standing with his back facing him.

As he strained his eyes to focus, he noticed that there was something else in the room, he couldn't see it, but he could feel it. It was something evil and it had his brother's attention.

Licking his lips once more, Sam attempted to call out Dean's name.

'Dean?' Once again, his attempt was unsuccessful and only caused more pain to shoot through his body, this time taking away all of his senses as it engulfed him.

Sam sobbed as he passed out.

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"Evelyn?" Dean stood upright from his station next to Sam and walked over to the older woman.

"Evelyn?" He sighed as he received no response.

Dean placed his hand on her shoulder as he softly applied pressure. "Evelyn? Please, I need you. We've got to keep it together?"

This time, Dean forced the older woman to make eye contact with him. Dean felt a chill ripple down his spine as he saw the vacant expression on her face. She was obviously in shock and the events of the night were beginning to take their toll on her.

"Look, I know how you feel, but we have to finish this, Sam and Celia need us." The hunter emphasized his last words.

Evelyn snapped from her trance and looked him in the eyes. She saw his hunger for a resolution and the last words he spoke pierced her heart as she regained some composure. Sam and Celia needed them. Nodding her head, she looked around the room taking in the situation again.

"I'm sorry honey, it's just…all this…I…" Evelyn's voice trembled. She looked down at Celia.

Dean took a deep breath and looked over his shoulder at Sam on the bed. He wanted to give Evelyn time, but knew that they were vulnerable and in danger.

"Look. We need to buy some time. At least until we can figure how to waste this thing." Dean placed his hand over hers.

"I know you can do something to protect us again? Can you do that?" Dean eyed Evelyn as he waited for a response.

"Tell me what you need? How can I help?"

Evelyn cleared her throat and looked up at Dean. "Okay, I…I can protect the house, we need the house…Maybe if you stay with…" Evelyn looked down at Celia then at Sam, her face showing concern for both of them.

"What can I get you? Tell me what you need." Dean pleaded. He didn't want to leave his brother, but he knew time was running out.

Evelyn shook her head in response. "No… I'm the only one who can do this, you need to stay here and protect them while I…It's complicated, but I can do it." She watched the hunter's disapproving eyes as she spoke.

"Your brother needs you and Celia needs your protection, please take care of her. I have to fix this Dean."

Dean felt uncomfortable about letting Evelyn go out alone while this thing was loose. He knew she could handle herself, but he felt safer if they stuck together.

"Okay, how long will it take?… The protection?" Dean stood and picked up his gun.

"Fifteen minutes." Evelyn started to untangle herself from Celia.

"There's not much here, but you can use this." She held out a small black pouch.

"Spread what's in there in circle around yourselves. Stay in it until I'm done." Evelyn motioned for Dean to help with Celia.

Dean gently moved Sam over to the right before he walked toward Evelyn and lifted the young woman's unconscious form over to Sam's bed. He carefully placed her next to his brother.

Evelyn was standing behind the hunter. She looked up at him and produced a reassuring smile as she placed a hand on the side of Dean's face.

"Take care of them Okay? Your brother's lucky to have you and Celia, well we both know how she feels about you." Evelyn broke eye contact as she turned away and walked out of the room leaving Dean speechless.

He was confused, yet he knew what he had heard. She was saying goodbye.

Dean shook his head hoping that he was wrong, that Evelyn had not spoken her last words to him. He barely had time to process his thoughts when he heard his brother's cry.

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"Sam? Hey bro I'm here." Dean knelt over Sam's bed. He looked over at Celia whose status had not changed.

"How ya feeling kiddo?" Dean asked while watching Sam return to consciousness. His observations turned into concern when he noticed the frown and creases on his brother's forehead.

Sam's sobs were muffed as he attempted to open his eyes, he could sense, and vaguely hear his brother's voice.

"Dean? Help me, please." Sam groaned.

Dean swallowed the lump in his throat; his brother was still suffering.

"I'm here Sammy? What's wrong?" A tear slipped from Sam's eye as he moaned and looked up at his brother.

"Oh god! My stomach! Dean, I can't take…the pain!" Sam was exhausted from speaking. He rolled over to his side and curled in on himself, bringing his knees to his stomach.

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