Stomach bug? Part 6
Title: Stomach Bug? (chps 23 to 25)
Summary: Sam is sick with what appears to be a stomach bug, Dean must find out what it is as the situation gets worse. Mystery and angst in this...also contains graphic scenes
Characters/Pairings: Gen, Dean, Sam, Mild Dean/OC, other OCs
Author:
chocca2
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: *sigh* No, I don’t own them, I don’t own much, in fact there have been questions surrounding the ownership of my mind. However, saying that, any characters you don’t recognize have been derived from my head.
Warnings: Violence, graphic descriptions, Strong language, Dark fic
Author’s Note: This was done a while ago so its set around season one. It was my first SN fanfic and originally posted on Fanfiction.net. It's quite a long story (around 30,000 words in total) so will post a few chapters at a time to make a bit more manageable to read. Reviews are very welcome!
(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)
The young hunter clasped his hand gun firmly as he scanned the surrounding area. Upon reaching the stairway, he drew the weapon closer and began the ascent to the top floor. His senses were sharp and picked up every creek that echoed though the silent house.
Outside however, was another story. The storm that had been brewing had arrived, it made its presence known by attacking the house with everything it had, but the house stood firm, only responding by vibrating with groans and ripples that spread throughout its foundations.
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Evelyn held her breath and braced herself where she stood.
"I’m sorry." She whispered and picked up the letters, placing them both in her pocket.
She walked toward the table, her eyes focussing on the blade that she held in her hand. Evelyn was weak, her body trembled and she struggled to stay up right, grabbing the table edges for support. She slid her hand into her pockets and pulled out the two pieces of paper, placing them both on top of the wooden surface.
Another tear escaped and ran down her cheek, but she promptly wiped it away and grasped the knife firmly in her hand.
"Evelyn!" The voice that came was strong and it filled the room.
Evelyn quivered, letting out a gasp. She stood, frozen, blade at the ready, staring at the young man before her.
"Evelyn? What are doing?" Dean lowered his weapon and slowly walked toward her, afraid to make any sudden movements.
He was not threatened by Evelyn, but he was worried about the position of the blade and the drawn expression on the older woman’s face. He could see Evelyn’s distress and felt her despair. She was motionless and continued to stare at Dean. She couldn’t move, not even when Dean moved to stand next to her. She felt the pull on her arm, followed by a firm hold that loosened her grip on the blade.
The sound of the blade falling to ground broke her from the trance but not from the pain. She felt the tears seeping from her eyes and her sobs were muffled as she sagged against the hunter’s chest, his embrace bringing only temporary relief from the terrible reality that they were yet to face.
"I’m sorry." She replied.
"Shh… I know. We have to end this." Dean spoke softly with the most encouraging voice he could muster.
"The things I have done Dean…"
"We’ll deal with that later." Dean was confused. He had no idea what she was talking about, but knew whatever it was was affecting her greatly.
After a few more seconds, Evelyn pulled away from the offered comfort and looked up at the hunter, her face scrunched, her expression bemused.
"What are you doing here?... Where are Sam and Celia?.."
"They’re fine, but they both need your help." Dean pleaded as he observed the older woman’s face.
Her emotions and thoughts were conveyed in her eyes and the deep lines creasing her forehead.
"They need our help!" Dean stressed.
"Come on, we’d better get back to them. Let’s finish this once and for all, Evelyn!"
With that the hunter started collecting the items on the table and placing them into a laundry basket he found on the floor.
"What do we need?" Dean continued to collect what he could.
Evelyn watched him while she registered what she had been asked. She watched as the two letters on the table were picked up.
"No…" Evelyn reached out as the letters were both placed into the basket.
"No, I have to do this, Dean. No one else should get hurt!" Evelyn’s last words were whispered, but Dean had heard them clear enough.
"Evelyn, I don’t know what it is that you have to do, but I don’t like the way you’re saying it. It just sounds like your going to do something….something rash."
"There’s no other way." Evelyn’s reply was lacking spirit.
"No, Evelyn!" Dean stopped what he was doing and gripped the woman’s shoulders.
"There is another way. I know things look bad, but there has to be. I’m not going to lose Sam or Celia and I know you don’t want anything to happen to them either." He made sure he kept eye contact with her as he spoke.
"Evelyn, I trust you. I know Celia trusts you, even Sammy has faith in you! Please! We have to find a way, and soon!" Dean watched and waited for a response. He was desperate and wanted to keep Evelyn going knowing that she was close to breaking down completely.
She nodded as a tear spilled from her eye and returned Dean’s plea with a firm grip on his hand.
"Okay." Her voice was shaky but did not go unheard. It was enough for Dean. He rubbed her shoulder and picked up the basket.
"Okay, let’s get what we need while we figure out what to do next."
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"Sammy. Hush, it’s okay. Dean’s coming soon." Celia wanted to comfort the young man, but she didn’t know how.
"Please Sam, hang in there, okay?" She grasped his hand, trying to keep herself from crying. It was obvious that man before her was in agony.
Celia rubbed his back in circular motions and hummed softy. The humming was something that she did when she was stressed, frightened and needed comfort and right now, it was the only thing she had enough strength to offer the young man before her.
He cried out as another wave of pain gripped his body, causing him to curl in on himself even more.
"Dean?" Sam whispered softly.
Celia continued to hum and console the younger hunter. She stiffened when she heard foot steps drawing closer.
‘Please, let that be Dean.’ She thought as she drew Sam closer and gazed toward the door.
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Dean saw the relief in Celia’s eyes when he walked into the room, followed closely by Evelyn, who immediately went over to the bed to stand by Celia’s side. She drew the other woman into an embrace. Dean went to his younger brother and placed his hand over Sam’s warm palm.
"Hey Sammy, it’s okay, I’m here now." Sam responded with a tear that made its way to the pillow.
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Evelyn studied the two men on the bed, one laying, while the other sat next to him and offered what comfort he could provide. Celia sat on the other side of Sam and Evelyn stood next to her. The older woman moved around to the other side of the bed and reached past Dean to check on Sam who groaned with every touch made to his body that radiated of heat.
"Dean..." Evelyn motioned for Dean to move away from the two and follow her toward the door and a little more privacy.
"You’re not going to like this Dean, but I think there is a way to help Sam and get rid of the Loa." Evelyn seemed to have regained some control as she spoke. She knew that Sam was running out of time and he needed help as quickly as possible.
"Okay, why don’t you tell me what the ‘not liking’ bit is, because so far this sounds damn good to me." Dean glanced over at Sam before looking Evelyn in the eye, awaiting her response.
She shook her head. "It’s not the fact that we’re getting rid of the Loa, but it’s how we have to do it that you’re not going to like." She paused and moved further away bringing him closer to her as she spoke.
"What I’m about to suggest will heal Sam’s body, it will weaken the Loa, allowing us to perform the exorcism."
Dean looked at her with a confused expression. "Exorcism? Who are we going to exorcise?"
"That’s the bad part Dean. We get the Loa to possess Sam before we can help him any further." Evelyn spoke.
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Evelyn applauded the hunter for remaining calm, she hadn’t been sure exactly how he would react, but was relieved that the colourful words the young man spat out, followed by the pacing and more colourful language were all that occurred.
She stood and watched the hunter, knowing that most of the venting was not directed at her, but at the thought of endangering his younger brother instead.
"What? You’ve got to be kidding Evelyn...No!" Dean looked over to the bed were his brother lay.
"There has to be another way!" Dean snapped. He shook his head and pulled his hand through his hair before looking over to the bed again.
"This is just plain crazy! We get the Loa out, and now we get it to possess his body again! Sam’s been through enough!" Dean lowered his voice when he heard Celia’s faint sigh.
Evelyn saw the concerned look coming from the young woman on the bed. The older woman sighed and brought Dean’s ranting to a stop, placing her hands on his shoulders to shush him.
"Look, I know that to you this sounds crazy, and in all fairness, it probably is" She sighed again.
"I won’t lie to you Dean. I can’t guarantee that everything will go smoothly, but… we really have no other options and we definitely don’t have the time to find one." She took a deep breath in and continued.
"Oh Dean, I’m not happy about putting Sam in danger, but I’m afraid that he already is and this is all that I can think of to help him. I will do everything possible to protect him Dean, with your help I know we can do this." She searched his eyes for hope, waiting for Dean to agree and comply.
The hunter rubbed his hand across his face and exhaled as he spoke. "Yeah…Okay, you’re right. I just…I can’t let any thing bad happen to him…"
They were both interrupted by a soft voice that slowly grew closer to them. The gentle, muffled words were not clear as Celia edged closer to where they stood. Dean went to grab the woman’s arm to offer aid as she walked. Celia accepted the grasp and grasped onto Dean. Her head was down and she fought with her breathing, desperately trying to get a clear sentence out. Once she reached the wall, she leaned her weight against it and looked up. Celia switched glances between Evelyn and Dean until she had enough energy to speak clearly.
"Where…where’s Cameron?" She questioned.
Celia’s face was drawn as she continued to watch the other two, patiently waiting for a response. Her confused expression grew as Evelyn dipped her chin as though afraid to speak. Celia looked over to Dean who broke eye contact, seeming likewise afraid. Apparently both were unprepared for the question because a silent expression of shock dashed across their faces. Celia wondered if she had spoken clearly enough, however it was clear that she had according to the reactions she received.
Evelyn was the first to raise her eyes and speak. "Honey, why don’t you go sit down? You look like your about to collapse." She brought her arm around Celia’s petite frame and held her in an embrace.
"No, wait, what’s wrong? Where’s Cameron?" Her concern was expressed as she asked the question again.
Evelyn looked at Dean, whose hands were elevated and once again in his hair.
"Oh man…" Dean sighed as he turned away.
"Damn it!" He muttered, attempting to think of the best way to reveal the news of Cameron’s demise.
Celia grew more distressed by the silence. She let out a moan while she attempted to voice her concern.
"P...Please… tell me. What’s going on?" Dean watched as Evelyn continued to support Celia. Dean could see Celia’s body fighting to stay upright.
"It’s okay Celia. I’ll tell you, but you have to sit first. Lemme help you back to the bed, alright?" He held out his hand and moved closer.
Evelyn transferred Celia’s weight to Dean, who guided the young woman back to the bed. She sat on the edge, facing Dean, who sat on the chair facing her.
Dean drew a deep breath to prepare himself. "Err…God, Celia…"
Dean avoided making eye contact with the woman in front him. His head was swimming with thoughts of previous events. He placed his hand on his chin and looked into Celia’s sad and desperate eyes.
Dean knew that Cameron was to blame for what had happened, and that Celia was better off without the man. However, she was unaware of his true intentions and perhaps she even truly loved him.
Dean was uncomfortable. He struggled with the words in his head, one combination not sounding less severe than the another. Dean gathered the most direct approach and looked into Celia’s eyes, watching as they glistened.
"Cameron was involved in all this mess with Aurora…" He exhaled loudly, watching the trail of tears begin to flow from her eyes.
"By the time I got there, he was already …" Dean stopped.
Dead was the last word and it was left unspoken. However, it made no difference, he didn’t have to say it out loud. Celia appeared to know what was coming. Dean’s heart sank as he watched the young woman in front of him fall apart. She let the tears flow freely, before bringing her hands to her face.
Evelyn had already sat beside Celia, her arms around her as the young woman sobbed. Dean placed his hand on her shoulder. He continued to watch and listen to her cry, her body trembled as the emotion engulfed her.
Dean looked over to his brother who cried out his name. He exchanged glances with Evelyn before getting up and moving to his brother’s side.
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Celia had cried herself to sleep. She was curled up next to Sam, who was partially conscious and riddled with pain. Dean held on to his brother’s hand, the other hand held the cold wet cloth against Sam’s forehead.
Dean spoke, slowly explaining the plans to Sam. He hoped that Sam would understand some of what was being said.
"Don’t worry, it’ll be ok Sammy, I promise. I won’t let anything happen to you." Dean watched his brother’s head twist from side to side.
"Hm…I’m..." Sam pressed his lips together and took a breath in before attempting to speak.
Dean drew closer. "What is it Sammy?"
"S..sc..Scared" Sam let his eyes close, exhausted from speaking.
Dean was afraid to speak. He bit his lip hard, fighting his emotions.
‘I’m scared too, Sammy.’ Dean thought, keeping quiet because he could never let his baby brother know just how scared he was and so the only response that he gave was a tightening grip on his brother’s hand.
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Evelyn worked quickly, preparing everything they needed to lure the Loa into Sam’s body. Dean stood next to her, holding the spell that she had written down to bind the Loa’s powers and exorcise it to hell.
"Right Dean, there’s one more ingredient I need to this." She looked up at the hunter beside her.
"What’s that?" He asked with a little apprehension.
"Sam’s blood…I don’t need much though. A single drop should do it." Evelyn grimaced at Dean before looking over to the bed where Sam lay.
"Oh, I also need a strand of Sam’s hair. Now, before you get that lets go through the plan again, okay?" Evelyn asked.
Dean nodded in response as he made eye contact with the older woman.
"Good idea." Celia spoke from the chair that she had been placed in, away from the bed where Sam lay.
Both heads turned to gaze at her as she began to get up.
"So you two gonna fill me in?" Celia now stood between the two people.
Dean continued to gaze at her with a confused look on his face. He went on to object, but was stopped before he could voice his thoughts.
"We’re wasting time. What do you want me to do? I said I would help Sam and that’s what I’m doing." Celia looked at Evelyn, who shrugged her shoulders and exchanged a look with Dean before she began to speak.
"Okay, here’s how it will happen…"
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"I’m using a binding spell, Loa’s prefer pacts but they can be drawn in by a binding spell, I just….I hope this will work…." She continued to place the herbs into the bowl.
Dean could hear Evelyn, her voice lingering in his mind long enough for him to make sense of what was being said. He could feel his heart pounding against his chest as he took in the situation.
‘I have to protect Sammy..’ His thoughts began to draw him away from the present and into a world of guilt and worry.
‘Why Sammy?’
"Dean?" When Dean resurfaced from his thoughts, he was met by both women’s curious eyes.
"Are you okay?" Celia asked as she maintained the gaze that Dean attempted to turn away from.
Looking at the ground, he shook his head. "Yeah, I’m fine,"
He looked up, casting looks to both women as he gave them his best I’m fine look.
"I’m good, let’s just get this over with." Dean spoke quickly.
Evelyn nodded and placed her hand over his.
"I know this is hard for you Dean, but you have to understand…the Loa will try to manipulate the situation." She waited for Dean to look up at her.
"It will have control of Sam’s body. It will have his memories and it will most likely try to get to you Dean" Her cautioning eyes were met by the hunters.
"I know that. I’ll be fine, it’s Sam that I’m worried about. Please, can we just get this over with now?" Dean broke the circle the three had been standing in and made his way over to his brother.
He placed his hand through Sam’s hair, caressing it before he pulled a few strands tight and snipped them off with the scissors that he held in the opposite hand. Dean’s hands trembled as he cut through the dark, silky locks of his unconscious younger brother’s hair. Dean was thankful that Sam had once again passed out. Holding the hair in his hand, he shook his head and smirked.
"It’s probably best that you’re not awake through this kiddo, remember the last time I took scissors at your hair? At lest this way no one will end up with a black eye." He spoke quietly, wanting to keep the memory private. After all it was only Sam who would remember. His smile was quickly replaced with a frown as he watched pain wash over his brother’s face.
"I’m sorry Sam." He whispered, feeling the sting in his eyes.
Swallowing hard, Dean cleared his throat and straightened before making his way back to the women.
"Right…ok, so the markings on the ground around the bed won’t be effective until you place the resquardos bags where I showed you." Evelyn emphasised to Celia, who held the items in her palms.
"Yes, the protection bags." Celia nodded in approval.
"Now, we won’t have much time once the Loa enters Sam’s body. Dean, when I give the go ahead you start reciting the spell and Celia, you set the trap okay?" She waited for a sign that told her that they had heard everything she’d told them and upon receiving it she walked over to the bowl and began her final preparations. She held her shaker in one hand and the locks of hair along with a cloth containing Sam’s blood in the other. She placed the items into the mixture.
"I’ll begin" She spoke and began to shake the wooden rattle. Chanting followed and filled the room. The candles flickered and one by one they began to go out.
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The room was engulfed with darkness as the last candle was extinguished. Evelyn’s chanting had slowed to a stop as the three waited in silence.
Evelyn sensed the presence in the room. She lit the match, her hands trembling while she re-lit the large candle in front her. The candle filled the room with a flickering glow as she continued to re-light two more candles that she handed to Dean and Celia respectively.
Celia began placing the resquardos bags around the bed as instructed by Evelyn. After placing the last one, she cautiously stepped back to stand next to the Evelyn and Dean, all their attention was drawn to the still figure that lay in the bed.
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The silence in the room lasted for several minutes and only the distant noise of the storm echoed against the walls. Dean’s eyes were wide with concern, his heart rate was racing, pounding against his chest. Celia grabbed Dean’s wrists and pulled him closer so they stood side by side.
Dean looked at the young woman, who was returning the glance with a look of sympathy as though she could hear his heart rate escalating with every second that passed.
Movement on the bed caused all three to tense and focus on Sam’s body. They all watched as Sam’s chest rose higher. He pulled in a deep breath that he released loudly. Sam’s long body stretched to its full length, the stiff joints snapping from lying so long. Dean’s fists were clenched as he quietly watched the form that had claimed his brother.
Dean felt the presence and could already tell just by the way the Loa moved Sam body’s that his brother was not in control. This thing was not going to stay in Sam for long was the promise that he silently made to himself. Sam rose to a sitting position, twisting his head from one side to the other.
With his head down, Sam began to gag. He coughed several times, his body convulsing. Dean immediately turned his head to Evelyn, who saw the fury in Dean’s eyes. The thought of his brother in pain was something he just couldn’t bare to watch anymore.
"It’s healing his body." She turned to look at Sam and moved closer to Dean’s Ear.
"The poison, it trying to get it out of his body." Satisfied with her explanation, Dean turned, with concern back to the site before them.
The gagging continued for another minute, Sam’s head still down as his body quivered with the effort. After what felt like an eternity, Sam’s body brought up a dark liquid that dripped onto his lap.
Slowly, Sam brought his head up to gaze at the three standing in front of him. Dean watched in horror as the figure representing his brother wore black eyes, accompanied with a wicked sneer. His hand wiped the drops of liquid away from his lips and he straightened his position.
Dean felt Evelyn’s tight grip on his hand.
Get ready! She gestured as she repositioned herself.
Dean was on edge, keenly waiting for the signal to begin. His composure changed when he saw the expression on Sam’s face.
"Dean? Help me, please!" It was a soft and gentle cry that chilled his spine.
It sounded so much like his younger brother, so much like his Sammy. Quickly brushing off the thoughts, he straightened and went into his defensive mode.
"You’re going back hell, you son of a bitch!" The expression on Sam’s face was instantly switched back to piercing eyes and an evil snigger.
"Actually, I’ve been there and done that. Oh yeah, and mom says hi." Dean breathed deeply as he fought with himself to stay calm. That was when he felt the tug on his sleeve, followed closely by the prompt.
"Now Dean, start it Now!" Both Evelyn and Dean began the banishing spell.
Celia watched and started reciting something, knowing that her main duty was to keep the other two protected while they proceeded. Sam’s body rose to a standing position on the bed, teeth gritted he spoke.
"Why do you people never learn?" The atmosphere in the room changed instantly and a strong gush of wind brushed past the three, shaking them on their feet.
Celia stepped back, sensing that something wasn’t right. Before she could call out or react she watched the figure rise off the bed.
"You’re starting to annoy me now." Sam spoke louder as the two continued to recite the spell.
"Your little protection bag can’t hold me." With that Sam smiled.
He dipped his head, looked up at Dean and flicked his head to the left. Immediately, Dean was flung in the direction, his back making contact with the wall before his limp body slid to the ground. Evelyn watched in horror and continued to recite. Sam smiled again and burned a hole into her as the sprit inside his body dragged the old woman, on her toes toward the bed.
"You got away from me once before, it’s not gonna happen again." The words were deep and strong.
Evelyn was motionless as she was helplessly held over the bed. She felt a sharp scratch being made on her arm. Sam moved closer and placed a finger on the cut, wiping some of the crimson liquid on his fingertips before directing it to his lips.
"Hmm, I’ve been waiting a long time for this!" Licking his lips, he proceeded to grip the knife that was held in mid air.
Pure fear crossed his eyes as he cast his gaze to Celia.
"It’s over!" Celia’s voice was resilient and caused the spirit to cry out in frustration and anger.
"Nooo…"
Summary: Sam is sick with what appears to be a stomach bug, Dean must find out what it is as the situation gets worse. Mystery and angst in this...also contains graphic scenes
Characters/Pairings: Gen, Dean, Sam, Mild Dean/OC, other OCs
Author:
chocca2
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: *sigh* No, I don’t own them, I don’t own much, in fact there have been questions surrounding the ownership of my mind. However, saying that, any characters you don’t recognize have been derived from my head.
Warnings: Violence, graphic descriptions, Strong language, Dark fic
Author’s Note: This was done a while ago so its set around season one. It was my first SN fanfic and originally posted on Fanfiction.net. It's quite a long story (around 30,000 words in total) so will post a few chapters at a time to make a bit more manageable to read. Reviews are very welcome!
(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)
The young hunter clasped his hand gun firmly as he scanned the surrounding area. Upon reaching the stairway, he drew the weapon closer and began the ascent to the top floor. His senses were sharp and picked up every creek that echoed though the silent house.
Outside however, was another story. The storm that had been brewing had arrived, it made its presence known by attacking the house with everything it had, but the house stood firm, only responding by vibrating with groans and ripples that spread throughout its foundations.
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Evelyn held her breath and braced herself where she stood.
"I’m sorry." She whispered and picked up the letters, placing them both in her pocket.
She walked toward the table, her eyes focussing on the blade that she held in her hand. Evelyn was weak, her body trembled and she struggled to stay up right, grabbing the table edges for support. She slid her hand into her pockets and pulled out the two pieces of paper, placing them both on top of the wooden surface.
Another tear escaped and ran down her cheek, but she promptly wiped it away and grasped the knife firmly in her hand.
"Evelyn!" The voice that came was strong and it filled the room.
Evelyn quivered, letting out a gasp. She stood, frozen, blade at the ready, staring at the young man before her.
"Evelyn? What are doing?" Dean lowered his weapon and slowly walked toward her, afraid to make any sudden movements.
He was not threatened by Evelyn, but he was worried about the position of the blade and the drawn expression on the older woman’s face. He could see Evelyn’s distress and felt her despair. She was motionless and continued to stare at Dean. She couldn’t move, not even when Dean moved to stand next to her. She felt the pull on her arm, followed by a firm hold that loosened her grip on the blade.
The sound of the blade falling to ground broke her from the trance but not from the pain. She felt the tears seeping from her eyes and her sobs were muffled as she sagged against the hunter’s chest, his embrace bringing only temporary relief from the terrible reality that they were yet to face.
"I’m sorry." She replied.
"Shh… I know. We have to end this." Dean spoke softly with the most encouraging voice he could muster.
"The things I have done Dean…"
"We’ll deal with that later." Dean was confused. He had no idea what she was talking about, but knew whatever it was was affecting her greatly.
After a few more seconds, Evelyn pulled away from the offered comfort and looked up at the hunter, her face scrunched, her expression bemused.
"What are you doing here?... Where are Sam and Celia?.."
"They’re fine, but they both need your help." Dean pleaded as he observed the older woman’s face.
Her emotions and thoughts were conveyed in her eyes and the deep lines creasing her forehead.
"They need our help!" Dean stressed.
"Come on, we’d better get back to them. Let’s finish this once and for all, Evelyn!"
With that the hunter started collecting the items on the table and placing them into a laundry basket he found on the floor.
"What do we need?" Dean continued to collect what he could.
Evelyn watched him while she registered what she had been asked. She watched as the two letters on the table were picked up.
"No…" Evelyn reached out as the letters were both placed into the basket.
"No, I have to do this, Dean. No one else should get hurt!" Evelyn’s last words were whispered, but Dean had heard them clear enough.
"Evelyn, I don’t know what it is that you have to do, but I don’t like the way you’re saying it. It just sounds like your going to do something….something rash."
"There’s no other way." Evelyn’s reply was lacking spirit.
"No, Evelyn!" Dean stopped what he was doing and gripped the woman’s shoulders.
"There is another way. I know things look bad, but there has to be. I’m not going to lose Sam or Celia and I know you don’t want anything to happen to them either." He made sure he kept eye contact with her as he spoke.
"Evelyn, I trust you. I know Celia trusts you, even Sammy has faith in you! Please! We have to find a way, and soon!" Dean watched and waited for a response. He was desperate and wanted to keep Evelyn going knowing that she was close to breaking down completely.
She nodded as a tear spilled from her eye and returned Dean’s plea with a firm grip on his hand.
"Okay." Her voice was shaky but did not go unheard. It was enough for Dean. He rubbed her shoulder and picked up the basket.
"Okay, let’s get what we need while we figure out what to do next."
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"Sammy. Hush, it’s okay. Dean’s coming soon." Celia wanted to comfort the young man, but she didn’t know how.
"Please Sam, hang in there, okay?" She grasped his hand, trying to keep herself from crying. It was obvious that man before her was in agony.
Celia rubbed his back in circular motions and hummed softy. The humming was something that she did when she was stressed, frightened and needed comfort and right now, it was the only thing she had enough strength to offer the young man before her.
He cried out as another wave of pain gripped his body, causing him to curl in on himself even more.
"Dean?" Sam whispered softly.
Celia continued to hum and console the younger hunter. She stiffened when she heard foot steps drawing closer.
‘Please, let that be Dean.’ She thought as she drew Sam closer and gazed toward the door.
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Dean saw the relief in Celia’s eyes when he walked into the room, followed closely by Evelyn, who immediately went over to the bed to stand by Celia’s side. She drew the other woman into an embrace. Dean went to his younger brother and placed his hand over Sam’s warm palm.
"Hey Sammy, it’s okay, I’m here now." Sam responded with a tear that made its way to the pillow.
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Evelyn studied the two men on the bed, one laying, while the other sat next to him and offered what comfort he could provide. Celia sat on the other side of Sam and Evelyn stood next to her. The older woman moved around to the other side of the bed and reached past Dean to check on Sam who groaned with every touch made to his body that radiated of heat.
"Dean..." Evelyn motioned for Dean to move away from the two and follow her toward the door and a little more privacy.
"You’re not going to like this Dean, but I think there is a way to help Sam and get rid of the Loa." Evelyn seemed to have regained some control as she spoke. She knew that Sam was running out of time and he needed help as quickly as possible.
"Okay, why don’t you tell me what the ‘not liking’ bit is, because so far this sounds damn good to me." Dean glanced over at Sam before looking Evelyn in the eye, awaiting her response.
She shook her head. "It’s not the fact that we’re getting rid of the Loa, but it’s how we have to do it that you’re not going to like." She paused and moved further away bringing him closer to her as she spoke.
"What I’m about to suggest will heal Sam’s body, it will weaken the Loa, allowing us to perform the exorcism."
Dean looked at her with a confused expression. "Exorcism? Who are we going to exorcise?"
"That’s the bad part Dean. We get the Loa to possess Sam before we can help him any further." Evelyn spoke.
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Evelyn applauded the hunter for remaining calm, she hadn’t been sure exactly how he would react, but was relieved that the colourful words the young man spat out, followed by the pacing and more colourful language were all that occurred.
She stood and watched the hunter, knowing that most of the venting was not directed at her, but at the thought of endangering his younger brother instead.
"What? You’ve got to be kidding Evelyn...No!" Dean looked over to the bed were his brother lay.
"There has to be another way!" Dean snapped. He shook his head and pulled his hand through his hair before looking over to the bed again.
"This is just plain crazy! We get the Loa out, and now we get it to possess his body again! Sam’s been through enough!" Dean lowered his voice when he heard Celia’s faint sigh.
Evelyn saw the concerned look coming from the young woman on the bed. The older woman sighed and brought Dean’s ranting to a stop, placing her hands on his shoulders to shush him.
"Look, I know that to you this sounds crazy, and in all fairness, it probably is" She sighed again.
"I won’t lie to you Dean. I can’t guarantee that everything will go smoothly, but… we really have no other options and we definitely don’t have the time to find one." She took a deep breath in and continued.
"Oh Dean, I’m not happy about putting Sam in danger, but I’m afraid that he already is and this is all that I can think of to help him. I will do everything possible to protect him Dean, with your help I know we can do this." She searched his eyes for hope, waiting for Dean to agree and comply.
The hunter rubbed his hand across his face and exhaled as he spoke. "Yeah…Okay, you’re right. I just…I can’t let any thing bad happen to him…"
They were both interrupted by a soft voice that slowly grew closer to them. The gentle, muffled words were not clear as Celia edged closer to where they stood. Dean went to grab the woman’s arm to offer aid as she walked. Celia accepted the grasp and grasped onto Dean. Her head was down and she fought with her breathing, desperately trying to get a clear sentence out. Once she reached the wall, she leaned her weight against it and looked up. Celia switched glances between Evelyn and Dean until she had enough energy to speak clearly.
"Where…where’s Cameron?" She questioned.
Celia’s face was drawn as she continued to watch the other two, patiently waiting for a response. Her confused expression grew as Evelyn dipped her chin as though afraid to speak. Celia looked over to Dean who broke eye contact, seeming likewise afraid. Apparently both were unprepared for the question because a silent expression of shock dashed across their faces. Celia wondered if she had spoken clearly enough, however it was clear that she had according to the reactions she received.
Evelyn was the first to raise her eyes and speak. "Honey, why don’t you go sit down? You look like your about to collapse." She brought her arm around Celia’s petite frame and held her in an embrace.
"No, wait, what’s wrong? Where’s Cameron?" Her concern was expressed as she asked the question again.
Evelyn looked at Dean, whose hands were elevated and once again in his hair.
"Oh man…" Dean sighed as he turned away.
"Damn it!" He muttered, attempting to think of the best way to reveal the news of Cameron’s demise.
Celia grew more distressed by the silence. She let out a moan while she attempted to voice her concern.
"P...Please… tell me. What’s going on?" Dean watched as Evelyn continued to support Celia. Dean could see Celia’s body fighting to stay upright.
"It’s okay Celia. I’ll tell you, but you have to sit first. Lemme help you back to the bed, alright?" He held out his hand and moved closer.
Evelyn transferred Celia’s weight to Dean, who guided the young woman back to the bed. She sat on the edge, facing Dean, who sat on the chair facing her.
Dean drew a deep breath to prepare himself. "Err…God, Celia…"
Dean avoided making eye contact with the woman in front him. His head was swimming with thoughts of previous events. He placed his hand on his chin and looked into Celia’s sad and desperate eyes.
Dean knew that Cameron was to blame for what had happened, and that Celia was better off without the man. However, she was unaware of his true intentions and perhaps she even truly loved him.
Dean was uncomfortable. He struggled with the words in his head, one combination not sounding less severe than the another. Dean gathered the most direct approach and looked into Celia’s eyes, watching as they glistened.
"Cameron was involved in all this mess with Aurora…" He exhaled loudly, watching the trail of tears begin to flow from her eyes.
"By the time I got there, he was already …" Dean stopped.
Dead was the last word and it was left unspoken. However, it made no difference, he didn’t have to say it out loud. Celia appeared to know what was coming. Dean’s heart sank as he watched the young woman in front of him fall apart. She let the tears flow freely, before bringing her hands to her face.
Evelyn had already sat beside Celia, her arms around her as the young woman sobbed. Dean placed his hand on her shoulder. He continued to watch and listen to her cry, her body trembled as the emotion engulfed her.
Dean looked over to his brother who cried out his name. He exchanged glances with Evelyn before getting up and moving to his brother’s side.
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Celia had cried herself to sleep. She was curled up next to Sam, who was partially conscious and riddled with pain. Dean held on to his brother’s hand, the other hand held the cold wet cloth against Sam’s forehead.
Dean spoke, slowly explaining the plans to Sam. He hoped that Sam would understand some of what was being said.
"Don’t worry, it’ll be ok Sammy, I promise. I won’t let anything happen to you." Dean watched his brother’s head twist from side to side.
"Hm…I’m..." Sam pressed his lips together and took a breath in before attempting to speak.
Dean drew closer. "What is it Sammy?"
"S..sc..Scared" Sam let his eyes close, exhausted from speaking.
Dean was afraid to speak. He bit his lip hard, fighting his emotions.
‘I’m scared too, Sammy.’ Dean thought, keeping quiet because he could never let his baby brother know just how scared he was and so the only response that he gave was a tightening grip on his brother’s hand.
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Evelyn worked quickly, preparing everything they needed to lure the Loa into Sam’s body. Dean stood next to her, holding the spell that she had written down to bind the Loa’s powers and exorcise it to hell.
"Right Dean, there’s one more ingredient I need to this." She looked up at the hunter beside her.
"What’s that?" He asked with a little apprehension.
"Sam’s blood…I don’t need much though. A single drop should do it." Evelyn grimaced at Dean before looking over to the bed where Sam lay.
"Oh, I also need a strand of Sam’s hair. Now, before you get that lets go through the plan again, okay?" Evelyn asked.
Dean nodded in response as he made eye contact with the older woman.
"Good idea." Celia spoke from the chair that she had been placed in, away from the bed where Sam lay.
Both heads turned to gaze at her as she began to get up.
"So you two gonna fill me in?" Celia now stood between the two people.
Dean continued to gaze at her with a confused look on his face. He went on to object, but was stopped before he could voice his thoughts.
"We’re wasting time. What do you want me to do? I said I would help Sam and that’s what I’m doing." Celia looked at Evelyn, who shrugged her shoulders and exchanged a look with Dean before she began to speak.
"Okay, here’s how it will happen…"
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"I’m using a binding spell, Loa’s prefer pacts but they can be drawn in by a binding spell, I just….I hope this will work…." She continued to place the herbs into the bowl.
Dean could hear Evelyn, her voice lingering in his mind long enough for him to make sense of what was being said. He could feel his heart pounding against his chest as he took in the situation.
‘I have to protect Sammy..’ His thoughts began to draw him away from the present and into a world of guilt and worry.
‘Why Sammy?’
"Dean?" When Dean resurfaced from his thoughts, he was met by both women’s curious eyes.
"Are you okay?" Celia asked as she maintained the gaze that Dean attempted to turn away from.
Looking at the ground, he shook his head. "Yeah, I’m fine,"
He looked up, casting looks to both women as he gave them his best I’m fine look.
"I’m good, let’s just get this over with." Dean spoke quickly.
Evelyn nodded and placed her hand over his.
"I know this is hard for you Dean, but you have to understand…the Loa will try to manipulate the situation." She waited for Dean to look up at her.
"It will have control of Sam’s body. It will have his memories and it will most likely try to get to you Dean" Her cautioning eyes were met by the hunters.
"I know that. I’ll be fine, it’s Sam that I’m worried about. Please, can we just get this over with now?" Dean broke the circle the three had been standing in and made his way over to his brother.
He placed his hand through Sam’s hair, caressing it before he pulled a few strands tight and snipped them off with the scissors that he held in the opposite hand. Dean’s hands trembled as he cut through the dark, silky locks of his unconscious younger brother’s hair. Dean was thankful that Sam had once again passed out. Holding the hair in his hand, he shook his head and smirked.
"It’s probably best that you’re not awake through this kiddo, remember the last time I took scissors at your hair? At lest this way no one will end up with a black eye." He spoke quietly, wanting to keep the memory private. After all it was only Sam who would remember. His smile was quickly replaced with a frown as he watched pain wash over his brother’s face.
"I’m sorry Sam." He whispered, feeling the sting in his eyes.
Swallowing hard, Dean cleared his throat and straightened before making his way back to the women.
"Right…ok, so the markings on the ground around the bed won’t be effective until you place the resquardos bags where I showed you." Evelyn emphasised to Celia, who held the items in her palms.
"Yes, the protection bags." Celia nodded in approval.
"Now, we won’t have much time once the Loa enters Sam’s body. Dean, when I give the go ahead you start reciting the spell and Celia, you set the trap okay?" She waited for a sign that told her that they had heard everything she’d told them and upon receiving it she walked over to the bowl and began her final preparations. She held her shaker in one hand and the locks of hair along with a cloth containing Sam’s blood in the other. She placed the items into the mixture.
"I’ll begin" She spoke and began to shake the wooden rattle. Chanting followed and filled the room. The candles flickered and one by one they began to go out.
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The room was engulfed with darkness as the last candle was extinguished. Evelyn’s chanting had slowed to a stop as the three waited in silence.
Evelyn sensed the presence in the room. She lit the match, her hands trembling while she re-lit the large candle in front her. The candle filled the room with a flickering glow as she continued to re-light two more candles that she handed to Dean and Celia respectively.
Celia began placing the resquardos bags around the bed as instructed by Evelyn. After placing the last one, she cautiously stepped back to stand next to the Evelyn and Dean, all their attention was drawn to the still figure that lay in the bed.
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The silence in the room lasted for several minutes and only the distant noise of the storm echoed against the walls. Dean’s eyes were wide with concern, his heart rate was racing, pounding against his chest. Celia grabbed Dean’s wrists and pulled him closer so they stood side by side.
Dean looked at the young woman, who was returning the glance with a look of sympathy as though she could hear his heart rate escalating with every second that passed.
Movement on the bed caused all three to tense and focus on Sam’s body. They all watched as Sam’s chest rose higher. He pulled in a deep breath that he released loudly. Sam’s long body stretched to its full length, the stiff joints snapping from lying so long. Dean’s fists were clenched as he quietly watched the form that had claimed his brother.
Dean felt the presence and could already tell just by the way the Loa moved Sam body’s that his brother was not in control. This thing was not going to stay in Sam for long was the promise that he silently made to himself. Sam rose to a sitting position, twisting his head from one side to the other.
With his head down, Sam began to gag. He coughed several times, his body convulsing. Dean immediately turned his head to Evelyn, who saw the fury in Dean’s eyes. The thought of his brother in pain was something he just couldn’t bare to watch anymore.
"It’s healing his body." She turned to look at Sam and moved closer to Dean’s Ear.
"The poison, it trying to get it out of his body." Satisfied with her explanation, Dean turned, with concern back to the site before them.
The gagging continued for another minute, Sam’s head still down as his body quivered with the effort. After what felt like an eternity, Sam’s body brought up a dark liquid that dripped onto his lap.
Slowly, Sam brought his head up to gaze at the three standing in front of him. Dean watched in horror as the figure representing his brother wore black eyes, accompanied with a wicked sneer. His hand wiped the drops of liquid away from his lips and he straightened his position.
Dean felt Evelyn’s tight grip on his hand.
Get ready! She gestured as she repositioned herself.
Dean was on edge, keenly waiting for the signal to begin. His composure changed when he saw the expression on Sam’s face.
"Dean? Help me, please!" It was a soft and gentle cry that chilled his spine.
It sounded so much like his younger brother, so much like his Sammy. Quickly brushing off the thoughts, he straightened and went into his defensive mode.
"You’re going back hell, you son of a bitch!" The expression on Sam’s face was instantly switched back to piercing eyes and an evil snigger.
"Actually, I’ve been there and done that. Oh yeah, and mom says hi." Dean breathed deeply as he fought with himself to stay calm. That was when he felt the tug on his sleeve, followed closely by the prompt.
"Now Dean, start it Now!" Both Evelyn and Dean began the banishing spell.
Celia watched and started reciting something, knowing that her main duty was to keep the other two protected while they proceeded. Sam’s body rose to a standing position on the bed, teeth gritted he spoke.
"Why do you people never learn?" The atmosphere in the room changed instantly and a strong gush of wind brushed past the three, shaking them on their feet.
Celia stepped back, sensing that something wasn’t right. Before she could call out or react she watched the figure rise off the bed.
"You’re starting to annoy me now." Sam spoke louder as the two continued to recite the spell.
"Your little protection bag can’t hold me." With that Sam smiled.
He dipped his head, looked up at Dean and flicked his head to the left. Immediately, Dean was flung in the direction, his back making contact with the wall before his limp body slid to the ground. Evelyn watched in horror and continued to recite. Sam smiled again and burned a hole into her as the sprit inside his body dragged the old woman, on her toes toward the bed.
"You got away from me once before, it’s not gonna happen again." The words were deep and strong.
Evelyn was motionless as she was helplessly held over the bed. She felt a sharp scratch being made on her arm. Sam moved closer and placed a finger on the cut, wiping some of the crimson liquid on his fingertips before directing it to his lips.
"Hmm, I’ve been waiting a long time for this!" Licking his lips, he proceeded to grip the knife that was held in mid air.
Pure fear crossed his eyes as he cast his gaze to Celia.
"It’s over!" Celia’s voice was resilient and caused the spirit to cry out in frustration and anger.
"Nooo…"