It was logical, magnet is stronger than iron. It can attract iron and easily dominate it, as water can dominate fire. So with a little bit of luck they could make a potion and circle Sam in magnets and end all this. And then comes the best part, Dean can go to the basement happily and kill Al nicely.

"Well I say we give it a try. What do you say son." Mr. Aria asked Dean. As the older brother Dean was the only one who could decide for Sam and Aria family knew it.

Dean thought for one last moment. "Ok. But please just hurry."

"Ok. Girls go get all the ingredients. Make a list of what you don't have at home and I'll buy them."

"Ok, dad." Mary hurried out with Ann.

Mr. Aria sat at the table to read the chant and the instruction to make and use the potion. There was no place for mistakes; the smallest change in the instruction would result in a failure and Sam's death.

There was a small note at the bottom of the page which was partially pale; Mr. Aria suspected that it must have been wet at some point of time, and had become pale. But they couldn't afford losing any information, so he tried to figure out two or three unreadable words while girls were supplying all the stuffs.

Dean has always been in control of every thing involving Sam his whole life, and it was kind of hard for him that other people were taking the matter in their own hands, although he trusted them. He knew they would do anything for his brother. Besides he didn't want to leave his brother, he felt something gluing him to Sam's side.

Few minutes later the girls came in with a note of what they needed and Mr. Aria left the house to buy them and a few other things they needed to take care of Sam.

Dean knew that Sam hasn't eaten anything since he had left hospital and he was probably dehydrated from all the sweating. An IV could help him, even though he was very sick and in the need of something way more than a saline IV.

Ann and Mary have taken Mr. Aria's place at the table to find out what was written at the last line of the page.

"Did you figure out what it says?" Dean asked taking his eyes of Sam long enough to take a glance at the girls.

"Yeah, kindda." Mary answered. "We know what it says, but we don't know what it means."

"What does it say?"

"It says remember that it's a two-one cure."

"A two-one cure!" Dean didn't know what it meant, but it defeninitely sounded like a warning. That was what Dean was afraid of. This Al was sure so complicated and powerful as well as tricky.

"We are searching the book to see what it means." Ann answered flipping trough yet another page with an obvious rush.

Sam was sleeping on his back with his head tilted toward his brother totally unaware of what was going on around him.

Dean was staring worriedly at his little brother who was so vulnerable and hurt. He was so concern about what was going to happen next.

oo0oo

Mr. Aria returned after almost two hours with all they needed. He came quickly to the room, all the supplies stuffed in plastic bags in his both hands.

"Girls, come help me. We don't have much time to sort thing out."

In a bag he had some herbs and a few candles, in another he had some magnets in all shapes and sizes. He had nearly bought all the thing witch had a magnet part. In another bag he had medical supplies they needed for Sam.

At least there was something Dean could do for his brother, didn't matter that it was just starting an IV.

"These are thing you said you needed for your brother." Mr. Aria handed out all the supplies to Dean.

Dean took it and started to unwrapped them immediately to set the IV. He unwrapped the IV bag, IV line and the catheter and put them on the nightstand within his reach. He then looked up to see two pictures hanging on the wall above Sam's head; he removed one of them and hung the IV bag on the nail after connecting it to the IV line.

Here came the hard part, inserting the catheter in Sam's vein. Dean took out a tourniquet and tied it around Sam's forearm inches above his hand. He then used an alcohol swap to sterilize the site on the back of Sam's left hand where he was going to insert the needle.

Dean had started IVs several times before, but it never was on Sam. He tried to be determined and focused like always, but he was not doing well this time. He removed the cap from the catheter with shaky hands and took Sam's hand to search for a good vein. It wasn't easy due to Sam's low blood pressure and blood loss; Sam's once strong and protruding veins were now flat and almost invisible.

He found a relatively straight big vein at the middle of Sam's hand. He inserted the needle in the skin and tried to pierce the vein, but it slipped away and he missed it, the size of the vein didn't help either. He tried to enter it from the side but due to the shaking of his hand he missed the position of vein and when his hand jerked the needle pierced the vein and hit the other side Sam's vein too. He took out the needle, blood dripped slowly from the abused vein.

Mary who was watching closely, rushed to assist him by putting a cotton swap on the sore spot. She was no doctor, but she had learned enough of needles and IVs when her father had been hospitalized last year for almost a month.

Dean swept the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and arm.

"I missed the vein."

"Don't worry, find another one and try to pierce it from the side. It's easier." Mary said in a calm voice.

Dean wasn't going to accept it, but he almost was losing it. He pulled himself together and tried to be strong for Sam. No, he wasn't going to lose it that easily, he was better than that in taking care of Sam.

He searched for another vein and found one at the side of Sam's hand below his little finger. This time he was faster, he inserted the needle from the side while holding the vein with his thumb below the site. He saw the blood in the plastic applicator of catheter and knew this time he was successful, so he moved further in and removed the needle. Mary removed the tourniquet while Dean taped the catheter and connected it to the IV line then secured the IV line with a tape too. Then he adjusted the drip rate.

Dean closed his eyes and exhaled loudly with relief when he didn't saw any swelling on Sam's hand.

Sam's hand was bruising fast. Good thing his brother was still unconscious when he was poking his hand with a needle.

Mean while Mr. Aria prepared all the herbs they needed, each in a certain amount, and put them together to make a potion. He then whispered an incantation and blew on the potion. Dean even didn't bother to ask what it was.

Ann was still searching for their unanswered question. "Oh I found it." She declared suddenly.

"What does it say?" Mary hurried to the table to see it personally.

"A two-one remedy only cures half of the victims" Ann started reading in shock. "It either cures someone or kills them instantly. If you know other ways to cure, don't use these remedies. Only use them as the last alternative." She drifted off.

"No." Dean whispered unbelievingly.

Dean looked at Sam worriedly. He has to find another way. Fifty percent chance of survival was not enough. He had to find another way or make the deal. But he seriously doubted there was another way and was unsure about the deal too. And it wasn't because he knew Sam would blame him for this decision.

After all the thing that had happened and all the difficulties to find a cure he was so much more scared of the Al, and no longer was sure the deal can help his brother. Possibilities that were lying ahead weren't so pleasant.

Aria family were also shell shocked and were waiting for Dean to call the next shot when Sam coughed with a chocking sound. He coughed a few more times before Dean could reach him and shake him by his shoulders to wake him up. He didn't wake up, instead coughed more forcefully and with cough blood splattered on the sheets and his chin.

Dean quickly turned his brother on his side so he wouldn't choke on his blood. The blood started to drip from the corner of his mouth. Dean took the wet towel which were on the night stand and put it under Sam's face, blood dripped on it. Soon his nose started to bleed too and another small stream spilled down his cheek.

With another harsh coughing Sam slit open his eyes, too tired to open them fully. He moaned softly and winced in pain, too weak to do anything more.

"Sam! You hear me?" Dean asked worriedly.

Sam didn't answer; he just looked at Dean, blood still dripping from his nose. And in that moment Dean's heart shattered in one thousand pieces. The way Sam was looking at him, the way pain and hurt was dancing in his dull eyes.

It wasn't the sight of Sam, it was his bloodshot glassy eyes. Dean felt as if they were begging him to do something. Sam could feel what his brother was feeling, so he looked away and closed his eyes.

"Sam!... SAM!... Sammy…" Sam didn't answer he was unconscious before his eyes were closed.

Dean's lower lip trembled and tears spilled over his eyes. "Screw this remedy. If I save my brother we can save so many other people, way more than Al can kill. My brother shouldn't die. It's not an option… I am making this deal." With this he wiped his eyes, took out his gun and headed to the basement.

TBC

NEXT CHAPTER: No. it's not the end. Al dies at the beginning of the next chapter, I promise. And of course Sam is saved, don't worry.

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