Thank you for your wonderful reviews guys! Sorry I didn't have time to reply personally, I do appreciate each and every one….

Also a big thank you to my beta Michelle.

This has just been one of those weeks, I have been really busy plus, my internet connection was playing up…anyway…Urg I struggled with this one, hence the delay, hope it turned out ok…. Oh and don't worry this is not a death fic, none of the main characters will die.

Ok enough of my babbling and on with the story…Enjoy!

AN: Protection JuJu A small object worn or kept for its supposed magical power/protection, similar to a talisman.

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Previously…

Evelyn was motionless as she was helplessly held over the bed. She felt a sharp scratch on her arm. Sam moved closer and placed a finger on the cut, wiping some of the crimson liquid on his finger before directing it to his lips.

"Hmm I've been waiting so long for this!" licking his lips he proceeded to grip the knife that was held in mid air. Pure fear crossed his eyes as he saw the younger woman before them.

"It's over!" Celia's voice was resilient and caused the spirit to cry out in frustration and anger. "Nooo…"

Chapter 26

In the dark room, Sam's cry penetrated the atmosphere with an unnatural pitch that caused Celia to cringe.

"You can't…. do… this!" The muffed sounds that came from Sam's body were desperate and weak.

Celia stood firm, her mind and heart racing while she ran her finger down the silk around her neck before looking into Sam's black eyes.

"Get out! Now!" Her words were strong and confident.

She knew there was no need to voice her command; the item against her neck was enough to repel the evil spirit.

The JuJu had been specially made for her it had been blessed and created to hold great power for protection when worn. Evelyn's elevated body was lowered, making contact with the soft cushion of the bed.

Sam's form stiffened, his arms stretched out as his back began to arch. Balancing on his toes his rigid body shook causing the pained expression on his face. The episode lasted under a min before the Loa was extracted and manifested it self.

Celia held the gaze waiting for the entity to leave, her appearance was firm and spoke confidence, within was a different story she was terrified and held her breath while her heart raced against her chest. It wasn't long before the tall dark figure before her dispersed and disappeared, leaving the room silent.

Celia stood still for what felt like forever before turning to assess the situation. Her eyes brushing past the visual ruminants of their battle. Behind her, Dean's form was on the floor. She saw Evelyn, who lay across the bed with her head and arms dangling either side and she noticed Sam's crumpled body at the top of the bed.

"Oh God…" She sighed.

No longer sensing the Loa's presence, she attempted to breathe. Her breathing began to catch as the panic slowly took hold of her. She started to pant, trying to regain some control while her hands were tangled into her long locks. She kept her head low, afraid to look around at the disarrayed scene. A low muffled groan drew her attention to the body on the ground behind her.

"Dean?" She spoke with genuine relief.

Running her quivering hand through the hunter's hair, Celia attempted to rouse him.

"It's okay, it's finally over, Dean." Her voice was fragile yet affectionate.

The hunter responded with another groan before moving his unsteady form to a sitting position. He leaned against the wall with his eyes still closed.

"Hmm Sam…How's ...Sammy" Dean positioned his palm on the back of his head and tried to look to the bed for his brother.

"He's fine, I think…" She immediately recognized Dean's intentions as he shifted his weight against the wall and used his legs to push himself up.

With the aid of Celia's grip the two made their way to the bed where both Sam and Evelyn lay motionless. Dean watched his brother's chest move and placed a hand on his shoulder. He sucked in a breath and ignored all of his physical injuries as big brother mode kicked in.

"Sammy? You gotta wake up kiddo!" It almost sounded like an order if it wasn't for the desperate plea that followed, "I miss you bro, please, Sam…please be okay. I need you to be okay!" However, Dean's injuries refused to remain ignored as his legs threatened to buckle under his weight.

He made a mental note that he probably had concussion from the fall. Swallowing the build up of salvia, he knelt down on his knees and clasped on to his brother's limp hand.

"Sammy?" His tired and spent body was engulfed with emotion that threatened to pour out.

His head was held low and he remained silent with his thoughts and pleas and waited.

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Fifteen minutes had passed, mostly in silence, while Celia moved around trying to aid the two on the bed. She bandaged Evelyn's arm and brought her to a semi-conscious state. Hushing the older woman's mumbled questions, Celia placed Evelyn on the chair to rest.

Sam had remained motionless, only the movement of his chest showing signs of life. Dean was still at his brother's side, his head now rested on his brother's arm. Celia looked over at Dean, she had allowed him his space to regain and settle his emotions. She had heard the desperation that filled his whispered pleas. Sighing at the scene, she felt a rush of sympathy for him, knowing how much he cared for and loved his brother.

"Dean, Sammy will be fine. He'll wake up soon, just give him time…" She watched and waited for a response while she silently prayed that Sam would be fine.

She had hoped Sam would wake immediately, but his unresponsiveness worried her slightly. Silencing her thoughts, she forced her attentions to the older, injured hunter.

"Dean, honey lemme look at your head. That's a nasty cut you've got there." With a warm and soft voice, she approached Dean, who lifted his head to meet her eyes.

Dean's blank expression was the only response and she proceeded to check his head wound.

"Let's get this cleaned up, huh?" Again she continued without a response.

She situated herself behind him and went about cleaning the blood from his wound.

"It's not bad actually, looks worse than it is…" She continued to mumble to herself.

Dean's head felt light and he leaned into the warm soothing strokes of the cloth, letting his heavy eye lids close. Celia's humming brought the hunter to a blurred and clouded state, before drifting into a semi-conscious sleep.

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The gentle grip on his hand brought his head up to Sam's attention. He watched as his baby brother slowly roused from unconsciousness.

"Dean…I..where..?" Sam was disoriented, his eyes squinted at the haze that met him and he immediately closed them.

His mouth was parched and he licked his cracked lips before attempting to speak.

"Shh, I'm right here Sammy. I'll get you something to drink, okay?" Dean tried to stand and stopped as he felt the grip on his hand tighten.

"Don't… leave" Sam whimpered. He held on to his brother's arm so hard that his own began to tingle.

Celia stood and nodded at the unspoken requested as she went to get some water for the young man.

"I'm not going anywhere Sammy, I'm right here…" After reassuring and settling Sam, Dean rubbed his knees. Kneeling on the floor had brought another aliment to his injuries.

"Okay Sammy.." He sucked in a breath and struggled as he moved his brother over slightly to sit next to him on the bed.

"If I'm gonna stay here, I may as well get comfortable…" Dean looked down at his brother who responded with a semi-conscious mumble.

Dean rolled his eyes, most of his affection and 'click flick moments' over the last couple of days had been when Sam was out cold or semi-conscious, not to mention that his fevered mind would probably have forgotten most of it and that made Dean chuckle.

It was Sam who wanted and appreciated the moments, which in the last couple of days had been occurring way too much for his liking. He huffed and looked down at his sleeping brother again, deep down, he liked them too, but would never admit that to Sam. The truth was, he didn't feel like he could be his protector if he let his emotions get in the way and it was easier and safer for both of them if they were pushed to the back of his mind.

None of that mattered now, he would have done it all again for Sam. Especially when Sam needed him. After all, he did love his brother. Sam was safe now and that was all that mattered. He looked at Sam and softly patted his back. Dean knew when Sam woke up to the conscious world around him, he would need the whole event explained and with that, knowing his brother, would follow Sam's own emotions.

With that thought, Dean rested his head against the wall and closed his eyes, sensing his brother close by his body, he finally drifted into sleep.

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Okay, one more chapter to go to wrap everything up, lots of Sammy angst to follow and an explanation of what happened with Celia, the Loa and Evelyn. Thanks for reading guys, please. please let me know what you think and Review!!!

Until Next time (Next week)