"You should go home and get some rest." The night shift nurse told Dean around 9pm, "Have you even eaten today? You must be starved."
"I can't leave him though." Dean replied.
"He'll be fine until the morning; we'll call you immediately if there are any changes."
"Okay…" Dean finally relented, only because he had some research he wanted to do, and with a quick pat on Sam's hand he left.
Once back at the motel Dean called Bobby again.
"Anything?" He asked the moment Bobby picked up.
"Yeah," Bobby said, "Dean we may have a small problem."
"What?" Dean asked almost hesitantly.
"Well, you salted and burned her bones right?"
"Yeah, of course" Dean replied, "we figured she was just a run of the mill lost soul who got pissed off by a new hotel being built over the place she died."
"That's probably part of it," Bobby responded, "but I did some digging, this girl, Maggie Parker, was a hunter, I highly doubt she would consent to burial."
"What??" Dean asked, not fully comprehending what Bobby was implying. "There's no way we burnt the wrong person. Sam did the research."
"I'm not saying you did," Bobby replied calmly, just that there is something else going on here. Sam says the girl was 'like him' meaning she was connected to the demon, she would have been afraid of having her body possessed. Cremation is a big deal to most hunters, it's insisted upon."
"Well then why was she buried?"
"She wasn't possessed, but I believe her older brother Steven might have been. He too was a hunter, and after her drowning, which he witnessed by the way, he insisted upon burial."
"If he was a hunter, he'd know to cremate her."
"Exactly, there are a few articles at the time detailing her alleged schizophrenia, and how it was apparently her brother who first urged her to seek treatment. She was sent to an institution, where she apparently told them her brother was 'yellow'. Now I don't know if you see the same connection I do…"
"I do," Dean replied, "go on."
"Okay, about a year later her brother opened up the very motel where she drowned, and had her brought out of the institution to live at the motel. Everyone thought they were both back to their normal lives until the drowning happened. After that her brother left the hotel to their younger sibling, a girl named Miranda, and left town. No one has seen him since."
"Wow" Dean said, "That's a fascinating and twisted story, but what does it have to do with Sam?"
"Someone wanted him there, Maggie couldn't have called out from the grave if she had been cremated. It may not even be Sam specifically, but someone like him."
"K, thanks Bobby, I'm going to process this and call you in the morning."
"Alright, take care of your brother."
"Will do." Dean replied before snapping the phone shut. "Shit" he said to himself, "what does all of this mean?"
The next morning Dean was showered and out the door by 7am. "Hey Sam." Dean said walking into his room, delighted to see him sitting halfway up in bed. "You look much better."
"Thanks," Sam replied, "I feel better too, but not about this whole Maggie/vision thing…'
"Oh yeah," Dean said, "I talked to Bobby; we've got a lot to figure out."
By the time Dean had recounted the entire story, Sam was ready to fall back asleep.
"Wow." He said, stifling a yawn. "That's a lot to think about…"
"Don't worry too much about it" Dean told him, "You need to get outta here first, then we can figure this all out."
"Yeah" Sam replied grimacing a little.
"You okay?"
"Yeah fine" Sam replied, trying to ignore the pressure building up in his head.
Suddenly one of the machines Sam was hooked up to started a shrill beeping. "Sam…?"
Dean questioned. But before he could reply, an nurse came in to investigate the beeping. "Hey Sam, what's going on?" The cute little day nurse asked, "Your blood pressure is getting a little high."
"Gah!" Was all Sam managed as he clutched at his head and doubled over as much as one can while lying in bed.
--"Maggie, you know what you have to do."
"NO! You're not Steven! He would never make me do this."
"I'm not asking very much of you, you simply need to kill the child, and prove you would do anything for this family."
"How dare you ask me to kill my own sister?! And how dare you live inside my bothers body!? Be gone!" The young woman shrieked as she began a latin incantation.
"You cannot rid me of this body, not that way. The same as you can never rid yourself of your destiny!"--
Dean was panicking, he couldn't exactly explain to them that his brother was simply having a very, VERY strong vision, and would be okay once he rode it through. So instead he had no choice but to stand quietly to the side and let the flurry of people that had rushed in attempt to do their jobs.
Shit, this wasn't normal. Suddenly Sam was shaking from head to toe, and writhing in the bed. "He's seizing!" One of the nurses called out frantically. Dean could only stand by helplessly as the doctors and nurses attempted to still his brothers shaking from. Finally after what seemed like an eternity to Dean Sam lay still. Dean noticed a smaller tube protruding from his brothers mouth, presumably so he didn't choke himself as his body convulsed violently.
"Mr.Wallins," a kindly voice spoke to Dean where he stood hunched against the wall looking terrified. "We're going to take your brother down for some more tests, he's stable right now, so don't worry too much. You can wait right here for him."
Dean was barely aware as he said "okay", all he could think was that he needed to call Bobby, and this had better have something to do with the supernatural, because that was the kind of problem Dean could fix. He shuttered to think what would happen if something medical were actually wrong with Sam.