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If he heard 'Mr. Winchester' one more time he was going to drop the woman off the nearest cliff. Dean hated being talked down to, especially by someone who didn't know her ass from a hole in the ground. Given the current situation, he had been more than tolerant, but what little patience he had was wearing more than a little thin at the moment if for no other reason than the mightier than thou attitude that the Wicked Witch of the West continued to portray during the crisis they were all stuck in.

It shouldn't have been that much of a surprise when the witch tried to refuse to share the supplies they had, but to see it in full color just rammed home how selfish she truly was. After her threats of court martial though, Dean had more than enough and immediately separated her items from things that others could use.

"If I'm getting court marshaled ma'am, then I better make the most of it."

Everyone heard her yells of protest of how much deserved things more than 'those people', but no one paid any attention; there were too many that needed extra care, and the wants of one did not outweigh the needs to many.

Dean could only hope that the search and rescue teams were on the ball and already out looking since there was no way they could last out there for any length of time with as many injured people as there were. Sighing, he pulled his hand along his face and tried to focus his thoughts on more productive ideas, but unfortunately they kept looping Sammy in the mix of thoughts and emotions to the point that he knew that if he didn't make it back soon he'd lose his freakin' mind. Looking over the area he knew that everyone was trying to make the best out of a sticky situation. Mrs. Sanchez had been amazing in keeping everyone calm and coordinating the efforts to get supplies gathered and distributed evenly throughout the group. Little Maria continued to take care of her baby brother as if she'd done it her whole life, not letting anyone near them but a select few; and Dean felt honored to be a part of that few. The co-pilot continued to fight through his numerous injuries to help figure out where they were in case they could get someone to hike out for help. All in all the efforts were coordinated for a common good, and it was a nice change from the other scenes that had been burned into his brain where it was a fight for survival; even among friends.

"I swear to you Sammy, I'm coming home!" Dean said into the fading daylight, holding on to his promise like a lifeline.

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Sam knew that everyone was worried, that was a given, but what puzzled him was why they were concerned about him. He had let his brothers take him home, but once there he made his way to his newly renovated room and laid down to try to get his bearings again. He knew they wanted to talk to him, but he couldn't pull the energy together to face them; not right now at least.

Knowing that they'd leave him alone for a little while, Sam felt himself slip away; away from the pain and uncertainty that seemed to follow him. He didn't know how long his eyes had been closed or why he thought that maybe he wasn't really sleeping after all, but he did know that something wasn't right and he needed to figure it out soon.

Looking around he saw his brother sleeping close to the girl and her brother that he'd seen before. As he looked the scene took on an eerie glow and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. Taking another look around he finally understood what was wrong; there were a group of men in camo gear watching the plane crash survivors as if biding their time to attack. Sam couldn't describe why that thought scared him so much, but it did and he wanted so badly to wake Dean and tell him what was going on, but he wasn't able to say anything, he wasn't able to touch anything, to do anything to save his brother's life.

The screams echoed in his ears making him wish someone would shut whoever it was up because they weren't doing anything for his head which was either being crushed or pulled apart by what had to be a very sadistic creature. Hearing something else under the screams, Sam tried to focus on that and realized it was Stephen and Joseph and they sounded freaked. Trying hard to find out what was wrong, Sam managed to crack open his eyes only to find out that the screaming he was hearing was actually from him!

"SAMMY! Sammy, open your eyes little brother and snap out of it!" Stephen was shouting. They all had heard first the whimpers then the full blown screams of terror as they tore through Sammy's throat and echoed throughout the apartment. When they reached the bedroom they were shocked to see little bro caught up in another nightmare and what they were hearing was far from encouraging.

Joseph was holding Sammy close trying to get through to the kid, but he seemed to be trapped in a place that only his mind knew and that scared them all too much to admit out loud. He watched as Taylor ran back out the door and heard him call Celia in hopes she would know what to do, since at the moment none of them had a clue.

The sudden silence shocked everyone, but before any of them could comment Sam turned onto his side vomited onto the floor before promptly passing out.

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Celia had known early on that once she became a doctor then her life would no longer be her own. Add to that the pressures at the clinic and even she was amazed that she had at least a small semblance of a life outside the office. Now however she was pulled out of a nice relaxing bath not for some emergency at the hospital or clinic, but because the Musketeers couldn't snap Sam out a nightmare; and from the sounds of it, it sounded like a whopper!

Not bothering to fully towel off or even to see which clothes she was pulling on, Celia rushed out of her apartment to get to Sam soon. She had already had a talk with the Colonel and was filled in about Dean's absence so she wasn't going in completely blind, but she had to wonder how they would be able to help Sam when there were still so many obstacles in the way to do so. She had wondered about counseling for Sam, but with his horrendous experience with a psychiatrist before there was no way she was going to push the issue. Right now though her main concern was to make sure he was alright and hopefully find a way to keep him asleep for awhile so he could get some rest

Stopping directly in front of the apartment building she was met by Taylor and knew that whatever was happening had him and the others completely and totally freaked out. Stepping out of her car she was more than a little surprised when Joseph started rushing through his speech without once taking a breath.

"Sammystartedscreamingthenhefinallyopenedhiseyesbuthethrewupeverywhereandnowhe'scompletlypassedoutandwehavenocluewhattodo!"

Knowing that what Taylor said had to have made some sort of sense somewhere between his brain and his mouth, Celia decided to give the man the benefit of the doubt and not bother to ask what was wrong until she saw her patient first. She was tempted to shake her head and sigh like her grandmother had done many times when someone always seemed to be in some sort of trouble, but that was something she was trying to control, her natural impulses to follow in her grandmother's footsteps.

Reaching the living room, it became obvious what the problem was when she saw Sam lying limp on the couch. Concerned, she looked at Stephen and let her eyes do the talking.

"We're not sure exactly what happened, it looked and sounded like a nightmare and then he tossed his cookies and passed out."

Thinking about what Stephen said several things came to mind but the one that had her the most concerned seemed to be the one question she was having a tough time asking. "Was he convulsing at all, having a seizure?" she asked hesitantly, hoping that she could get a lucky break for her patient for once.

"No seizure; just screaming, puking and then… nothing." Stephen said with a frown. He was more than a little concerned, he was terrified. On top of that he hoped that she wouldn't ask what he knew she had to, but damn it what were they going to say?

"Has this happened before?" she asked "I know that he gets nightmares, but has he even vomited or passed out before?"

The Musketeers looked at each other and quickly weighed their options. Deciding that in order to make sure Sammy was going to be ok they nodded. "Last night, he had a nightmare and pretty much the same thing happened; only he didn't crash so hard afterwards." Joseph said softly, watching their little brother breathe thinking that it was one of the greatest things in the world.

Before anyone could say anything else there attention was pulled back towards the couch where Sam was starting to come around.

"Great… it happened again didn't it?" Sam asked as he looked around the room. Puzzled he looked towards his bedroom then back to his brothers.

"Don't worry Sammy we moved you in here so you would be more comfortable while we cleaned up." Stephen said, hoping that the look the kid had on his face would fade soon. Seeing the confusion though made him worry more and he couldn't help but wonder if maybe they made it worse by moving him. "Sammy, you ok buddy?"

"Uh… yeah… but um, do you think we can… you know… talk?" he asked hesitantly as his gaze slightly shifted to Celia.

Although the others knew that something was on Sammy's mind they wondered what could be so important that Celia couldn't hear. Finally though the reason became crystal clear to Taylor and he nodded in agreement. "Sure thing kiddo, I'm sure Celia wouldn't mind waiting for us in the kitchen, would you doc?"

Smiling, Celia nodded then patted Sam on the knee as she headed out of the room. Whatever was going on had the kid on edge and if the lack of her presence made him more comfortable then she was more than willing to give it to him. "I'll be in the kitchen when you're done."

Sam felt grateful that no one was giving him a hard time at the moment about asking Celia to leave, but he didn't want her to know just how much of a freak he really was; she knew too much as it was. Looking at his brothers he jumped in with both feet. "There's people closing in on Dean and the others and they don't look friendly. I think… no… I know that if we don't get to them soon then there won't be any point." Sam's voice was mostly stable, but the tears forming in his eyes belied any signs that he was calm. At the moment all he wanted was Dean home; he'd give everything he had, everything he was and would be just to make sure that his brother was already safe and sound at home.