Chapter 13

"The last time I fed off you Sam, was suppose to kill you. So why are you still alive," asked Victor.

"I don't know," Sam answered honestly.

"The next time I feed, you're going to die. You know that don't you?" Sam didn't answer but he swallowed hard. "But before I do that, I'm going to find out how much you can take," said Victor. Sam swallowed again as Michael slammed on his brakes. A car had pulled out in front to them causing Michael to skid and hit a tree head on! Nobody had a chance to scream before the impact. Sam hit the windshield and it dazed him a little, but he didn't hear a sound from either Victor or Michael. He rubbed his face against the seat, removing the blindfold. He blinked to let his eyes adjust and looked around. Both Victor and Michael were unconscious.

"Dean," he thought as he crawled over Michael and rolled over onto the ground. He had a cut on his head, but other than that he was ok. He struggled with the cuffs until he'd pulled his legs through, bringing his hands to the front. He reached in to get the cuff key and released himself, then ran back to the back of the van.

"Dean!" he said as he opened the door. Dean rolled out onto the ground. Sam untied his feet, then took off the cuffs and removed the blindfold. Dean opened his eyes and looked at his brother.

"Are you ok," asked Sam.

"Yeah," answered Dean, "where are they?"

"In the front of the van unconscious, but we've got to go, now!" Sam stood up, but something was happening to him.

"Sam," said Dean getting to his feet. "Come on, you were ok, just a minute ago. How can you change that quick? Sam!" Dean grabbed Sam's shoulders. Sam jerked away and shoved Dean to the ground. He grabbed a gun that had fallen on the ground. "Don't move!" he said to Dean, who froze.

"Sam!" he said, but his eyes were glassy again. Slowly Dean got to his feet, and faced his brother. "Give me the gun Sam," he said, but Sam pointed it at him instead. "No," said Dean raising his hands and eyeing both the gun and his brother. "I guess you're through trying to kill yourself, huh." said Dean. Sam walked up to Dean. "Sam, do you know me?" Sam shook his head.

"Son of a...! I'm your brother. Sam just stared. "Look," said Dean. "There are two crazy men, unconscious in the front of this van. One of them is possessed by a spirit, that wants to kill you. Now we have to go!" Dean took a step toward Sam and Sam cocked the gun.

"Sam, I don't have time to convince you of who I am right now. We have to go before they wake up! Trust me," said Dean.

Sam blinked a couple of times as his eyes focused and he saw Dean, and the gun that he had pointed at him. "I'm sorry," said Sam. Dean grabbed the gun and his brother and said, "It's ok, now let's go. Let's get the hell out of here." They ran into the woods and as far away from the van as possible. Finally they stopped to catch their breathes. Dean looked at Sam wo was having a hard time focusing.

"What's wrong," asked Dean and Sam fell.

"Sam," he said running over to him. "What is it?" He felt his head again for what he felt was the millionth time. "Damn!" he said.

"Let me guess," said Sam as he struggled to sit up. "Another fever?"

"Yeah," answered Dean watching Sam's eyes. "You know what I think?"

"No, what?" asked Sam.

"You have psychic abilities right."

"I have visions," said Sam.

"It's the same thing," said Dean. "They come true don't they?"

"Sometimes." said Sam.

"Ok, this spirit has fed off you at least 6 times. I think that he has somehow connected with you psychically," said Dean.

"What?" said Sam. He didn't like what Dean was saying.

"I don't think he has to feed off of you anymore to control you Sam, I think that now he can do it anytime he wants to. Somehow he has joined himself to you."

"If that's true, then he can do anything he wants to me, anytime he wants. I'm not safe," he looked at his brother, "neither are you."

Dean closed his eyes. "Don't panic ok. We'll figure it out. I'm not going to let anything happen to you Sam. I promise."

"Dean, I just pointed a gun at you. I don't want that happening again." He got up and started walking away.

"Where are you going?" asked Dean.

"Away from you," answered Sam.

"Wait a minute," said Dean grabbing his arm. "No you're not."

"Dean!"

"No Sam," said Dean. "You're not going off by yourself, so forget it."

"I don't want to hurt you," yelled Sam.

"I don't want you to hurt yourself either," said Dean, yelling right back. "We'll figure it out ok, but we'll do it together. We'll watch each other. I'm not going to let anything happen to you, ok?" Sam nodded, but he was scared. What if that thing used him to try to hurt Dean? He'd never forgive himself.

"Come on, we got to keep moving," said Dean but Sam just stood there. "Come on Sam," he said grabbing his brothers arm and pulling him with him. He would never admit it to Sam, but he was scared to.

"You can't have my brother you freak," thought Dean as they continued on into the woods. He was going to keep a very close eye on Sam.