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Secrets

Chapter 26– The Great Escape

Sam's eyes snapped open, his breathing hitching in his chest as he stared at Missouri. "Oh my God, he's in my head Missouri…It's started…just like the others…Dean…he needs to end it now before it's too late!"

Missouri stepped back from Sam for a moment, but soon recovered. "Sam what do you mean, he's in your head?" She wasn't sure if it meant that Sam was possessed, but she would do what she had to if necessary.

Sam's eyes filled with tears. "Missouri, the yellow eyed demon…he came to me again in my dreams…I thought with Trisha gone, it would stop, but it hasn't."

Missouri breathed a sigh of relief, but just in case she leaned forward and spoke quietly. "Cristo!"

Sam blinked but shook his head. "No Missouri, I'm not possessed, really…but his is how it started with the other psychics who were turned…the yellow eyed demon came to them in their dreams…I heard Weber telling Andy, the yellow eyed demon convinced him that what he was doing was right." Sam moved to get out of bed. He had to do something now before it was too late. He gasped at the pain from his body as he tried to move to the edge of the bed.

"Samuel Winchester, listen to me…you are not going anywhere." Missouri gently pushed Sam back onto the bed. As he struggled against her, she realized how weak Sam was when she could easily hold him on the bed. He struggled a few more moments, but finally gave in, his eyes closing as the pain and exhaustion threatened to drag him under.

Missouri patted Sam on the shoulder and sat back. She didn't like the way Sam was breathing and the faint sheen of sweat that appeared on his face. Leaning forward, she felt the fever building in Sam. "Oh Sammy, you just don't get a break do you." Missouri stood and grabbed the ice bucket. She would have to go and get some ice to cool Sam down. "Hang in there Sam, I'll be right back." Missouri carefully locked the door and checked around to make sure that there was no one in sight before she moved quickly towards the hotel office.

As she walked, she pulled out her cell phone and dialed Dean. "Dean honey, any luck?"

"No Missouri, there is nothing here…but I've got her address book so I thought I'd have Ash run the names and see if any of these people live close by. She might try to go to one of them for help."

"Sounds good Dean…so you are on your way back right?" Missouri hedged, not wanting to worry Dean, but she knew that Sam needed his big brother to be here when he next woke up.

"What's wrong Missouri…Is something wrong with Sammy?" Missouri could hear the panic in Dean's voice.

"His fever is rising Dean, but that's not the real problem…" Missouri paused, not sure how to tell Dean.

"Come on Missouri; just tell me what's wrong with Sam." Dean hissed into the phone.

"The demon has visited him while he was sleeping…in his dreams Dean. Sam is convinced that it means he is going to turn evil." There was dead silence at the other end of the phone and then Missouri heard Dean calling Andy to get to the car.

"Missouri, this is important…I'm on my way back. Whatever you do, don't let Sam leave that room do you hear me?"

"I'll try Dean…I had to force him back onto the bed already. I'm just getting some ice for his fever and will get right back to him…he was out cold when I left…the fever and medications are keeping him pretty out of it."

"Fine, just hurry Missouri, you don't know Sammy…when he puts his mind to something, he does really stupid things…I'll be there in less than 20 minutes."

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Sam opened his eyes as soon as he heard the door close. He groaned once again but managed to get to his feet. The pain was almost unbearable, but he had to get out of here. He had to take care of this himself. It wasn't fair to ask Dean to do what had to be done. But first, he had to get to Melissa…he had to save her or if she was already lost, he had to do what needed to be done.

He pulled his shoes on, grimacing at the pain it caused his tender feet. Grabbing his coat and pulling out a gun from the weapons bag on the floor he quickly moved to the door. He watched as Missouri turned the corner towards the hotel office. As soon as she was out of sight, he pulled the door closed and headed in the opposite direction. A moment later he was in a cab heading towards town.

Sam pulled out his cell phone and dialed Ash. "Hey there Ash, can I add another beer for you to my tab?"

"Sammy, you don't know how good it is to hear your voice…how are ya doing?" Ash asked

"I'm fine considering…look I need you to do me a favor…what was the name of the guy who was Trisha's pimp?"

"You mean Gordon?"

"Yeah, turns out that Melissa knew him too and may be heading there…can you see if you can get an address for me." Sam said quietly, his head spinning as he fought to stay awake.

A moment later, Sam was writing down the address and thanking Ash. He gave the driver the address and hoped that he would be in time to help Melissa. Then he would leave and figure out what to do about his own situation. He leaned his head back, he was just so tired. If it weren't for Dean, he would have thrown in the towel a long time ago. As he thought about Dean, he sighed. His brother was really going to be pissed.

As if on cue, Sam's cell phone rang. He glanced at the caller id and sighed. Dean knew he was gone and was trying to reach him. "Hello Dean." Sam said quietly.

"Damn it Sammy, what the hell do you think you are playing at?" Dean yelled into the phone. But under the anger, Sammy heard the fear. Dean's greatest fear was that Sam would leave him alone and Sam didn't want to do that to Dean, but could he let his brother kill him? In the end, Sam would still leave Dean alone.

"Dean look…I" Sam started, swallowing as his vision was becoming more blurry by the second. His body betraying him once again.

"There are no buts about it Sam…you tell me where you are…I'll come get you ok?" Dean's voice had a pleading note in it that Sam could never ignore. Besides, right now he was just too tired to do anything about it.

"Sammy are you ok…Sammy answer me!" Dean said urgently in the phone.

Sam swallowed again against the bile that was collecting in the back of his throat. "Dean…I may have found her…Gordon's warehouse loft…Ash told me…" Sam was having trouble putting his thoughts together. He could hear the hurried conversation going on in the background, Dean instructing someone to call Ash and get the address.

"Sammy, I want you to listen to me. Just wait for me ok. I'll be on my way in just a minute. You wait for me Sammy."

Sam nodded his head and then realized that Dean couldn't see him doing that. "Ah…sure Dean…whatever." Sam leaned forward and paid the cab driver, his cell phone in his hand as he exited the cab. He had arrived, his gaze was suddenly drawn upward, his eyes opening wide as he dropped the phone. "Melissa NO!"

TBC

Raven524: Sorry a shorter chapter today, but thought you'd rather have an update than wait for another day. Thanks again for those reviews…I really enjoyed them.