Angels in hell

Chapter 7

Slowly, Missouri woke up from the depth of the eldest dreams. In such a few moments, she understood all past events that occurred; the reason of it all, but she'll need both brothers awake for the telling of the tale.

"Missouri?"

Sam's voice penetrated her thoughts, bringing her back to reality. She could feel the hard wooden floor underneath herself and sitting up, she saw that she hadn't move from the living room, although tables and chairs had been pushed against the walls. She knew what those kinds of spells did to the human body, understanding that it was the safest thing to do while they were lost in the past and as their body's shook from assault of the mind.

"Help me up boy. I'm not as young as I used to be." Missouri said, looking up at Sam.

Sam nodded, helping the psychic back on her feet. For a few moments, she swayed on unsteady legs, the task of going into someone else's mind taking its toll on her remaining energy.

"Alright." She said, when she gained her strenght back, before she decided to put some furniture back to its original place. "Now make yourself useful: get that brother of yours into one of my guest room." She said looking up. "He won't be up for a few hours, at least."

Sam nodded, before taking his brother up in a fireman carry. He grunted under the weight of his brother and waited until Missouri had cleaned the room up as best as she could before following her up the stairs. She led them into the guest room where two beds were placed against the light blue walls. A small window was providing few rays of sunlight into the room. Missouri opened the lamp near the bed, while Sam put his brother on the matress.

"How long is he gonna stay like that?" Sam asked, looking worriedly at his older brother.

Missouri shrugged.

"I don't know Sam. It depends on what he needs to know in those dreams of his."

Sam nodded, tuckling his brother in. If his brother would have been awake, there would have been a fight over that simple act, he was sure of it.

"Now boy, I have a customer who's waiting for me. I'll return when he'll wake up and there is a chair in the other room if you wanna stay with him."

"Thanks Missouri"

Missouri smiled, before making her way downstairs. When the elder woman was gona, Sam went into the room adjacent to theirs and fetched the hard wooden chair Missouri had told him about. Returning into the guest room, Sam brought the chair nearer to Dean's bed and sat on it, sighing as he did so.

"Alright… so I guess we have a few hours of doing nothing…"

Sam sighed once more, not knowing what to do or to help. He wanted desperately to bring his brother out of this comatose state, but he didn't know how. As far as he could tell, the only thing he could do to help was being there for his brother.

Sam suddenly frowned, remembering Ruby's words when she told him that he still had every power from before. Maybe he could help his brother? Maybe he could go into his mind and tell him to wake up?

Sam brought a shaking hand on his brother's forehead, unknowing of what he was supposed to do, but imitating Missouri's own previous actions.

"Help me a little, there Dean. Let me in…" Sam whispered, closing his eyes.

Suddenly, he felt both his and Dean's heartbeat matching each other. Exhaling and inhaling at the same time then Dean. He could feel a burning light engulfing his head. All he could see became of a white color and pain ran freely through his veins. His heartbeat, however, was still frighteningly calm, like nothing was happening. Sam pushed with all he had, disconnecting his self from his brother.

"What was that?" he murmured, trying to control his suddenly painful breathing.

Sam brought a shaky hand in his hair, pushing them back. He could still feel the pain, the disconnecting feeling he had with his own body. His heartbeat was racing with fright. He hadn't had any power since the Yellow-eyed demon was sent to hell. How could they be reappearing now?

Sam closed his eyes, forcing his heartbeat into a regular pace. When he felt himself calming down, he opened his eyes, jumping in fright when the door opened fast behind him.

"What were you doing?"

Sam turned around, startled.

Both hands on her hips, her mouth forming a thin line in anger, Missouri was standing in the doorway, fuming.

"I asked you a question boy and you better answer it. I don't have all day."

Sam stood up, still trembling slightly from what happened.

"I… I dunno… I only wanted him to wake up…"

Missouri went straight to Dean's bed, putting a hand on his forehead. When she felt nothing irregular from that invasion, she turned around.

"What you did was extremely dangerous Sam. Invading his mind without practice can have desastrous consequences for you and for your brother. I made a concoction to go into his mind and I did it right after the effects of it took place, bringing myself back after a few minutes in there. You could have been stuck in there Sam and if it had happened, I couldn't have brought you back. You could also have messed up with his mind, erasing memories and doing some serious damage. A link broken between memories could simply erase them all."

Sam's eyes went huge at that statement, looking at his brother with fright. Seeing the fear in the youngest Winchester's eyes, Missouri sighed.

"Don't go around blaming yourself Sam. Nothing happened."

Sam nodded, turning his gaze to Missouri, then back at his brother.

A white light engulfed his vision, bringing him back from the depth of own mind. He could feel himself drifting into awakeness, but he barely had the strenght to open his eyes, even less to tell his brother that he was alright. Dean wanted to drift back to sleep, but he knew he needed to come back to himself. To make sure his brother was alright.

Dean struggled to open his eyes, barely seeing shadows from his vantage on the bed. He blinked a few times, trying to clear his vision when he felt Sam's gaze going back to him.

"Dean!" Sam exclaimed, grinning.

Dean grimaced at the loud sound of his brother's voice. He felt like his brother just shouted into his ear.

"Damn, keep your voice lower will you?" Dean said weakly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Missouri walked toward the elder brother and crouched down in front of him, while Sam took Dean's limp hand in his.

"How are you feeling, Dean?" Missouri asked.

Dean shrugged,

"It depends. Do I feel like shit from an hangover or from some of your wicked witch's tricks?"

Missouri slapped him lightly on the back of his head.

"I'm psychic not some witch, boy."

"Then a hangover it is…" Dean said, grinning slightly.

Sam shook his head.

"Don't you remember? We went here because…"

"Because of that angel or Satan thing." Dean said, cutting his brother's explanation. "Ya I know, no need to rub salt into the wound."

Sam winced, but continued questionning his brother, wanting to know the whole truth about that war raging.

"Do you remember anything from your dreams?"

Dean's face went pale. He could still remember his mother's words from before she went back on Earth, but how could he tell his little brother the truth?

"No I don't" he lied, closing his eyes.

Sam frowned, while Missouri stood up.

"Follow me downstairs, boy. I need to talk to you and your brother needs to get back his strenght. He'll feel better once he sleeps some more."

Sam nodded, still looking at his brother. Why had he lied? Was the reality so difficult to accept that he needed to hide it?

Sam sighed, tightening his grip on his brother's hand then releasing it.

"I'll be downstairs. If there is anything, just give us a shout, alright?"

Disappointed that his brother didn't seem to have heard his words, Sam turned around, closing the door slightly behind him.