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FLASHBACK

"Dean, you keep an eye on your brother, okay?"

"Okay Dad," Dean said eyes rolling in their sockets.

Why does he always give me that junk about Sam? I had to take care of myself why I was ten years old and dad was hunting. What is so special about Sammy? God, I can't stand always taking care of him, babying him everyday.

"Sammy are you asleep?" Dean yelled.

He didn't answer.

"Sammy is asleep; He can't get in that much trouble. Beside I am just going to the Diner, he will be fine." Dean quietly stepped outside locking the door behind him. He walked to the Motel's Diner. He was starved. His only meal that day consisted of a snicker, M&Ms, and a lukewarm coke. He ordered a BLT and Fries without a thought. It was the first decent meal he had had in weeks. He savored every bite.

After paying the waitress, he decided to go play some Pac-Man in the small, dingy arcade. But as he was walking down the sidewalk he saw an abnormally large shadow walking in front of the window in his motel room. Concern enveloped him as he took off toward the room like a speeding bullet.

He panicked. He put the key in the door shaking as he unlocked it. He raced to Sam's room only seeing the worst outcome in front of him.

"SAMMY!"

Sam was in his bed shaking as if cold was eating away at him. But what really caught his eye was the yellow eyed monster in his room whispering ominously in his ear, "I have big plans for you Sammy..."

END OF FLASHBACK

Dean was drooling on Sam's starch white hospital sheets. He had fallen asleep by his brother's side, just like he did when Sam was ten. Besides after the doctor told him Sam was suffering from head and back trauma, he would not dare leave his side. The only good news Dean received about Sam's health was that he had a concussion and not a skull fracture.

"Could you have snored any louder?"

"Sammy," Dean said startled by his brother's voice, "what are you doing up? Are you in any pain?"

"Dean I'm fine, don't worry about me. I haven't felt any pain all morning."

Dean didn't know if he should be worried or relieved that Sam didn't have any pain. "So Sam, what happened to you last night at the estate?"

"I don't know."

"You don't remember anything? Not even the hunt?"

"All I remember was losing sight of the poltergeist in the Grey's Estate, and then feeling a sharp, intense pain in my back and then my head, and after that…Nothing."

"So…what do we do now? We have a violent spirit that has already killed five people this year, and you are out of commission for a while."

"I guess we have a dilemma than. Don't we?"

Dean wasn't paying attention to Sam, he was worried. What did the victims and Sam have in common, if anything? Where did this spirit come from? Is it just a poltergeist or something far worst? "I need answers," Dean whispered in a hush tone.

"Dean?"

"Huh…oh what?

"Are you okay?"

"Ha…I should be asking you that."

"Come on... for real."

"I was just trying to solve our dilemma."

"You should go to the library. I'll be fine Dean. I can take care of myself."

"I can't leave you alone."

"Yes, you can. I'll be fine. Now go!"

Dean left the room, reluctantly, but Sam wasn't fine. His head was throbbing, spinning, and pounding mercilessly. The machines started beeping and clicking like sirens around him as the room began to fill with nurses and doctors. Then everything went black.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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