Continuing to follow Terry up the stairs and down the hallway to the bedroom he shares with Chris, Dean turns to notice Sam lagging behind looking at all the pictures that are decorated on the walls and on the tables, amongst other things, and sees the dimpled smile on his face. Dean knows exactly what he's thinking but doesn't dwell on it too much as they've got a job to do, "Sam? Are you coming or what?"

"Yeah, I'm coming," Sam sighs, turning away from the last picture on the wall before following Dean and Chris into the bedroom.

The room, to the brothers' surprise, is quite spacious with the double bed against the left wall, accompanied by two bedside tables on either side of it. An beautifully-crafted oak wardrobe stands next to the window opposite them while a dresser stands right next to the door. A HD-TV hangs on the wall opposite the bed while a Blu-Ray DVD player and a PS3 console are placed directly below it on a wooden table.

Whoa! These guys must have it made! Look at the size at that TV! Dean's brain exclaims before the sight of Chris on the bed catches his attention fully.

Terry's blond lover's lying on his back, the large soft quilt covering his entire body up to his neck, and from what Dean can tell by looking at him, he's obviously suffering from a cold sweat. He also takes in further notice of Chris' pale skin and weak stature. Dean looks over to Sam, who's taking as much in as he is, before speaking with Terry, "Terry, how long's this been going on?"

After gently kissing his lover's forehead, just to let him know that he's there, Terry turns back to the brothers, a lonely tear dripping down his soft cheek as he wipes it away, "Erm…about a month now. It all started when I came home late one night and found him…" he stares down at Chris who's whimpering in his sleep, "…mumbling like that in his sleep and sweating like crazy."

Looking back at them Terry scratches the back of his head, "I just thought he was having one crazy ass nightmare but for the next week it didn't cease. Soon after that his health started to deteriorate and even though he was eating and drinking fine, it still wasn't enough. So finally I took him to the hospital and, after several tests, they told me that they couldn't find anything that was causing his health to worsen. They gave him some antibiotics for him to take that would help regain his strength and informed me to make sure that he eats, drinks and sleeps well but other than that that's all they could do."

Sam raises his hands to rest on his hips, his eyes gazing down at the sleeping Chris, "This mark you told Bobby that you found on Chris? Could you show it to us? Maybe it might give us a clue to what's happening to him."

"Sure."

Terry lifts the blanket to one side to reveal Chris' perspiring body and after gently easing him onto his side, whispering sweet nothings into his ear to comfort the pain, he pulls down his boxers to reveal a circular mark coloured in red, black and blue right in the middle of his right butt cheek. To the victim it just looks like an ordinary love-bite but to the two hunters and the other who knew a thing or two about the supernatural, it definitely wasn't one of those.

Feeling a little uncomfortable staring at someone else's butt cheek, even though it happens to be a nice taut one, Dean coughs, nodding at Terry to cover it back up. The two brothers look at each other, their expressions not looking good as Terry waits for their opinion on the matter.

"Erm…I don't know how to tell you this Terry but we've never seen this mark before," Dean states, looking to Sam to carry on, "Yeah. The markings are definitely demonic, you're right there, but truthfully we couldn't tell you what kind of demon did this…but," Sam claims, raising his hand to stop Terry from making any quick assumptions, "We can still help him."

"Until we've found a way to help him, all we can do for now is surround him and the inside of the house with salt that'll help ward off the demon and Sam can research the marking on the net for any possible matches but other than that, there's pretty much nothing we can do until Bobby arrives," Dean informs, walking over to the door as he passes Sam, "You stay here, I'll go get the salt." And with that Dean's gone.

There's a moment of awkward silence until something starts to beep. Terry looks to the bedside table behind him and realizes what it is, "Oh, it's time for his medication. Could you just watch him until I get back? I'll only be a minute." And then Terry's gone, his footsteps can be heard down the hallway and then down the steps.

As soon as he's gone, however, Chris starts to mumble and it's this that Sam starts to grasp the fact that he's mumbling someone's name, "Li…lu…li…lu."

Sam starts to feel a little uncomfortable yet steps a little closer to better hear his mumblings, "Chris? Chris, can you hear me? What are you saying?" But his concern doesn't seem to be getting to him as it continues, "Li…lu…li…lu."

To Sam it feels as though he's trying to tell him something, something that might better help with the situation but before he can dwell on it further, Terry arrives with the medication. Sam then steps back to allow Terry to aid his sick boyfriend.

"Here we go baby. Time to take your pills," Terry soothes Chris out of his sleep, lifting his head a little to allow him to slip the pills into his mouth before picking up the glass of water on the table and pressing it to his lips. Chris takes a few swigs, lets out a sigh and then rests his head back onto the pillow. Terry then kisses his forehead again, practically feeling Chris' health literally draining away as his eyes start to water again, "Sam, I don't think I can take much more of this. I feel so helpless and it's my fault he's like this. If only I'd followed in my parent's footsteps and known everything there is to know about hunting and the supernatural. At least then I could've averted this sooner rather than later."

Terry parks himself on the edge of the bed, one hand over his eyes as he lets the tears flow, not really caring that Sam's in the room. Sam, being the benevolent person that he is, moves forward and sits beside him, his arm wrapping itself round Terry's shoulders, "Hey, don't talk like that Terry," Sam's soft voice seems to be comforting him a little.

At this point Sam doesn't realize that Dean's returned with the salt and is now outside the room listening in on their little "talk", "How can you say that you're helpless when you're doing everything in your power to help Chris survive this even though you have no knowledge of how to beat it? And don't think for one second that it's your fault, this could've happened to anyone whether they'd be hunter or not. It's just always a shame that it has to happen to people like Chris so abominations like this Demon that's causing him this pain can continue to do so until they've done with him and then move on to the next innocent soul. That's why me and my brother are doing everything in our power to put an end to all of them, once and for all."

Next there's a sudden silence as Terry takes in what Sam had just said and looks up at him, dried tear marks clear on his cheeks, "Thank you Sam, for saying that. I may not sound it but I really do appreciate what you said. Dean must think he's lucky, to have someone who expresses such empathy for others as a brother," Terry expresses with gratitude, a smile on his face to make sure that Sam knows he means it.

Before Sam can find an answer to this, Dean decides that now's the time to make his entrance, "Got the salt. Are we ready to do this?" His question aiming at Sam as he stands from the bed, a smile that's glad that he's back on his face, "Yeah. The sooner the better."

Terry pushes himself off the bed, making his way pass the boys to the door before turning back round, "Right, while you two do your "thing", I'm gonna make some coffee. Do you two want some?"

"Yes please Terry. That'll be great," Dean answers, his trademark smile following, as he passes one of the tubs of salt to Sam. Sam, however, disagrees, "No, I'm fine thank you Terry."

Terry responds to the two with a nod and a smile before disappearing out of the room and down the stairs leaving the boys to get to work…