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Secrets

Chapter 24– Missing

Dean had been sitting watching Sam sleep. He knew that he would have to take care of Sam for a while, his brother was in pretty bad shape physically and he figured that Sam would need him to help him with the dreams that were sure to come. He still couldn't believe that his brother would ever turn evil. There was too much good in his brother to be overcome by the evil that was following him.

Dean sighed as he stood to look out the window. He felt like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. It should have been easier once he told Sam the secret…but now, it just meant that Sam knew he was being watched. And then you add in these psychic powers…how was he supposed to keep Sammy safe against them? He had shot Sam because that bitch was able to get into his head. What would keep the next one from forcing him to do something even worse.

Dean turned as he heard Andy burst into the room. "Dean…Melissa…she's gone!"

"What do you mean she's gone…you told me she was catatonic just a few hours ago…" Dean walked towards Andy and motioned him to follow him into the hallway. He didn't want to wake Sam.

"I'm telling you she is gone…her clothes are gone. We have to find her Dean. I'm afraid of what she might do…the doctors said she was suffering from severe depression." Andy paced the hallway, he felt responsible for Melissa.

"Dude, calm down. I'm sure that she couldn't get far. Why don't you check around the hospital, I'll give Missouri a call and see if she can come and sit with Sam, then we can continue the search. You have my cell phone right…call if you find her." Dean looked back in the room. He would love to join the search right now, but he couldn't leave Sam alone, unprotected.

"Ok Dean…I'll search around here and you said you had her address, give it to me and I'll search there as well. I'll keep in touch." Andy quickly jotted down the address and turned to leave. He felt Dean pull him back.

"Andy, you need to be careful. If the demon got to her, she could be dangerous." Dean was worried that maybe the demon was behind her disappearance.

"She won't hurt me Dean…I know it." Andy stated as he turned to leave. He just hoped he was right.

Dean turned to enter Sam's room. He saw his brother's eyes were open, the question in them letting him know that Sam had heard some of the conversation. "Hey Sam, you thirsty?" Dean tried to avoid the conversation.

"She ran away Dean…we have to find her before it's too late…we have to save her Dean." Sam said softly.

"We will Sammy, once I get you situated at a hotel tomorrow, I'll help them search. But right now you need to get some more rest Sam." Dean saw the frustration in his brother's eyes. "Sam, there is nothing you can do right now…but you'll have to stay here longer if you don't get some rest."

"Dean, I can rest at the hotel just as well as here and you know it. Now get the forms and let's get out of here." Sam began to try to sit up. He wasn't sure how he knew, but he felt that they didn't have much time to get to Melissa.

Dean sighed, he knew that if he didn't help Sam get out, his stubborn brother would do it on his own. Maybe it would be better to get him to the hotel, maybe Missouri can help knock some sense into Sam while he helped Andy look for Melissa. "Ok Sam, just stay here and rest. I'll see what I can do."

Sam watched as Dean left the room. He groaned as he tried to sit up, only to fall back weakly onto the bed. He knew that he wasn't in any shape to go after Melissa. But his mother had told him that someone needed him…he figured that someone was Melissa. He had to believe that he could save her; otherwise he would lose the battle before it even started. He had to save as many of them as he could, then maybe he could avoid whatever the demon had planned for him.

"Ok Sam, the doctor just wants to take a quick look at you and then we are out of here. Are you sure you want to do this?" Dean was worried about the paleness of his brother's face.

"I'm fine Dean…just get me out of here ok?" Sam once again tried to sit up, this time Dean was there to help him. He looked as he saw the doctor enter the room.

"Mr. Carson, I really advise against your leaving this soon. You should stay on the IV until the morning to make sure that you are hydrated and have gotten the full effect of the antibiotics. Your body needs to rest."

"That's fine Doc, but I will feel better once I'm at home. I just….I just…want to be with my family." Sam looked at the doctor who nodded. Dean hid his smirk as he watched Sam work his magic on the doctor.

The doctor turned to Dean. "I'm going to give you a prescription for some oral antibiotics and some strong pain killers. They are going to knock your brother out, but as I said, his body needs time to recover. I'll leave direction on the additional care he will need and will also make arrangements for you to rent a wheel chair."

"I'm fine…I don't need a wheel chair!" Sam started to object.

"Now Sammy, if you want out of here you need to promise to follow the doctor's orders. Besides, your feet were torn up pretty bad and you're a little big for me to be carrying around…so humor me and let the doctor order a wheel chair for you ok?" Dean patted Sam on the shoulder.

A half hour later, Dean sighed as he looked at his brother sitting in the passenger seat of the Impala. He could tell that the effort had exhausted Sam and wondered again if it would have been better to leave him at the hospital. "Sammy, you ok there?"

Sam turned his head slowly, his glazed eyes seeking his brother's as he sighed. "Yeah…any word from Andy yet? Sam was having trouble keeping his eyes open, the drugs in his system making him feel so disconnected from everything. But he fought the drugs; he knew that he had to save Melissa.

Dean shook his head. "No Sammy, not yet. I'm going to go help look as soon as I get you to the hotel. Missouri will help you until I get back. Don't worry Sam, we'll find her. But, you have to accept that she may….well, she may have done something already." Dean was worried about Sam. He seemed focused on saving this woman and if he couldn't, he wasn't sure what would happen.

"We have to save her Dean…we have to." Sam's eyes closed as he finally lost the battle with the drugs.

Dean sighed and continued to the hotel. As he pulled up in front of the door to their room, Missouri was already on her way out the door. "How's he doing Dean?" Missouri asked as she helped Dean get the wheel chair from the trunk of the car.

"I'm not sure Missouri…he's seems focused on helping Melissa. I don't know what he'll do if she doesn't make it." Dean stopped to run a hand through his hair, looking at Missouri and letting her see his concern before slipping his mask back in place.

"Ok Sammy, time to wake up for a minute. I need to get you into your personal chariot here." Dean watched as Sam opened his eyes, but it was clear that Sam had no idea what was going on.

"Dean?" Sam whispered, unsure why he felt so funny. "Dean, I feel funny…where are we?" Sam slurred.

Dean reached in and gently turned Sam so that his legs were outside the car, then reaching in he lifted Sam as gently as he could, but he didn't miss the hiss from Sam's lips as his sore feet hit the ground. "Hold on Sam, I'll have you inside and in bed in just a moment." Dean hated that Sam was in pain, he would have traded places in a moment if he thought he could. He jumped as he felt a hand on his wrist.

"Dean…it's ok…not your fault…I'm…ok" Sam whispered, trying to keep his head from falling forward. He had felt the tension in Dean's body and knew that his brother was blaming himself.

"I know Sam…I just…I just wish I had been able to resist her Jedi mind tricks. Come on, let's get you inside." Dean quickly pushed the wheel chair into the room and soon had Sam lying on the bed furthest from the door. He returned a moment later with Sam's bag and the bag of drugs that he had picked up at the hospital pharmacy.

"Missouri, here are the drugs and the directions. I know that Sam isn't going to want to take the pain pills, but without them…can you just try to get him to take them?" Dean kept rattling off the directions as if talking would keep the emotions that had been building up bottled up. But Missouri wasn't fooled.

"Dean, it will be ok…all of it…do you understand me? Your brother will be fine." Missouri placed a hand on Dean's shoulder.

"But what if he can't…I mean…Oh God Missouri, they both had to kill their siblings…what if I have to kill Sam?"

TBC

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