That Voodoo U Do Chapter 2

Sep 03, 2015 17:49

This story is very much writing itself, so far I love where it's going. It's my first of this nature, so I am pretty nervous about it.

I still own nothing but my story!!!

Dean and Sam mapped out their plan, question the families of the last two sets of brothers to die then head to the French Quarter to check out the Voodoo Museum. See how much info they could get and if there was any local lore about the curse. The first house they pulled up to was a little two story brick townhouse. They had charms hanging from the porch and a bottle tree with every color bottle you could think of. The boys rang the bell and took a few steps back. The woman that answered the door looked all of 29, she was short and busty, just the right amount of full figured. Dean had all kinds of thoughts rambling around in his head. Since they were in New Orleans they decided to go with college students working on a thesis on Voodoo, the FED thing wasn't going to be taken great around here.

"Hi, I'm Sam and this is my friend Dean, we are students from The University of New Orleans. We had some questions to ask you about Dan and Mike, we hope you wouldn't mind." Sam delivered the lines with his best puppy dog, I'm your friend, so sweet and wouldn't hurt a fly face he could muster up.

The girl eyed them both and opened her door a bit wider. "I'm Michelle, the older sister. Fine I'll give you 5 minutes." She moved to let them inside.

They followed her into the town house, it was small and cluttered. Everything was decorated in bright colors and eclectic knick knacks. Michelle picked up a bottle of whipped cream vodka, poured herself a shot and pointed to the couch. She looked tired, almost bone weary. Yeah Dean wouldn't be getting anywhere with her. She had that haunted look that he knew all too well.

"So let me see if I have this right, you guys heard the local legend and your writing a paper about the latest victims in the long line of brothers to bite the dust. Or maybe you just want to drop the act and tell me who you really are." Michelle took a big swig of her vodka with those words.

Dean looked like a deer caught in headlights. "Who we really are? I'm not sure where your going with this sweetie but you lost me."

Michelle snorted a laugh. "You two might as well have neon name plates on your chest, hi my name is Sam and I'm a hunter." She waved off the looks of denial and shock the boys were giving her. "Your not the first, you won't be the last. This thing that took my brothers, it's dark magic, hunters have come and gone and no luck. So what makes you two think you have a chance?"

"We are brothers, That's why." Sam let the words tumble out faster than he could even process what he was saying. He felt Dean shifting uncomfortably to his left on the couch.

"Look, we were sent by someone who really knows how to handle this stuff. He had a reason, said it had to be us." Dean tried to explain, hoping they could calm Michelle enough to get information from her. It's really rare the victims had any idea of the truth behind the death of their loved ones, they needed to know what she did.

"Brothers, really?" Michelle shook her head and stared up at the ceiling. "It's the three year mark, your asking to die poking around in this. You don't know what they went through, you don't want this." She looked sad as she set her glass down and sunk down in a chair across from them.

"We don't want to die, we want to stop this." Sam's voice hitched as he said it. Dean could hear the slightest bit of fear in his brothers voice. Dean knew they had to work the case, but he wanted to grab Sam and drive as far from here as he could. Instead he leaned into Sam's shoulder just slightly. He could hear Sam's thoughts settling just with the slight touch.

Michelle took a moment to compose her thoughts, she got up and walked over to a table. She took a picture in her hands and turned around giving it to Dean. "Dan and Mike, two weeks before they died. They weren't your normal run of the mill brothers. We had a rough life, Dan was two years older, I'm one year older. Our parents were killed in a wreck when Mike was a baby. We never had a chance, we were thrown so deep in the system and separated. The first three years Dan and Mike were in one orphanage I was in another. I got moved to theirs and a few months later we all got sent to a home together. We were there for two years, it was ok. We were ignored but not hurt. The family decided three was too much trouble, we got sent to a new home. That's when things went bad. By then I was 9, Dan 8 and Mike 6." She stood and poured another glass of the sicky sweet vodka. She stood with her back to Sam and Dean. You could feel the anger running through her a mile away. She gave herself some time, picking her words carefully. "We spent the next seven years being beaten and raped. They locked Mike in a closet when he was too active, he was terrified of the dark thanks to that. Dan had to spend most nights keeping him calm. It was too much, we all grew up way to fast. That kind of thing doesn't leave you unscarred. On my 16th birthday I took my brothers and we ran. They never found us to put us back into another home. We were homeless but we were safe together." She sipped at her drink, turning to face the brothers who sat across from her. Somehow she found comfort in the two men in front of her, dammed if they didn't remind her of her brothers down to the core. They carried that same haunted look in their eyes. She saw the little things too, the touches. Small and completely innocent, the shoulder just slightly touching the other, a brush of fingers. She wasn't even sure they knew they were doing it. It was like watching ghosts. She shuddered and turned away.

Sam broke the silence first. "It's amazing you survived all that, and we are sorry about your brothers. Do you know how the curse works? What did it do to them?" He felt guilty pushing for more, so fast. This case was twisting him up inside. The sooner they got away from it all the better.

"Mike found a job, it was this park. He liked it because it kept him outside in the light." She smiled softly. "There was this tree in the middle of the park, a Southern Live Oak, very old huge moss cover tree. He talked about it a lot. Said he felt calm when he was near it. There were symbols carved into the trunk, they were clearly Voodoo in origin. He was amazed by it. He worked there for a few weeks and then it began. None of us knew what was going on. Mike just became different, needy, scared and he only would have eyes for Dan. A few days after that Dan changed too. They both shut me out and became so wrapped up in each other. It got to where it seemed like even the slightest touch would sear them, they seemed in pain. Still though, they touched and acted like life depended on it. The whole thing lasted 7 days. Then Mike died in Dan's arms and Dan died a few hours later. Nobody could explain it. Months later an old woman came to me, she told me they had been cursed. It wasn't just an explanation, it was an accusation. She said it only touchs brothers who have an unholy, unnatural relationship. I started digging. I found enough lore and back story to hold up what she had said."

Dean cleared his throat, "Did you happen to find anything on what started it, or what breaks it."

"What breaks it? No. My brothers were gone. That wasn't my fight to fight. What started it, I at least got the story. I went back to the old woman, I begged her to tell me. It was a girl, she fell in love with a boy. The story tells of her planning to marry him but on the night they were to run away she found him in bed with his younger brother. She felt the brother had seduced him and taken him from her. She tried to use Voodoo to get her revenge. The spell was meant for the younger brother, it made him crave his brothers touch. As time passed the touch became painful, but the worse it hurt the more he needed it. The younger brother would die and have had his punishment and she would have her lover back. The spell backfired. It took them both out and she was left alone. She killed herself at the old oak, somehow sealing the power into it. Every three years a set of brothers die." Michelle watched as all this information sunk in between the brothers. Sam's hands were slightly shaking, Dean looked defeated. Yeah, she thought, they fit the bill. They were going to be the next and they knew it, even if they wouldn't admit it.

"Where can we find the woman that told you all this?" Sam asked slowly rising from the couch. He watched as Michelle jotted down an address, under that she wrote her number and name.

"Call if you need anything, I don't want to watch it happen again, but it will you know." She met his eyes as she handed him the slip.

"Doll, I don't think we fit the bill, but we have to stop it before it finds it's target." Dean stood giving her a his best fake smile he could. He knew he might fit the bill, but not Sam, not his Sammy.

"Right then, still call if you need to." She gave them a weak smile as she watched them head out the door. Sam's head down and shoulders slumped. Dean placed a reassuring hand on the back of his neck, she watched tension pull out of Sam's body just with the touch. Sure, she thought, your not the type.

The brothers drove back to the motel in silence, they had spent too long at Michelle's, they had learned so much in that one stop they didn't have to go to the other places they had intended to go. They needed to see the old woman but that would have to wait till morning. Dean kept glancing at Sam, He was deep in thought looking out the window, clearly seeing nothing they were passing.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Dean tested the waters, he wasn't sure he wanted to know what Sam was thinking.

"Just thinking how much hell life put those three through, then took the brothers the way it did. It's not fair." Sam never turned from the window as he shared his thoughts.

"You worried this case is going to get personal?" Dean forced the words out, he had to know how Sam felt. They would drive straight to Bobby's and let him know what they thought of this whole thing in a heartbeat. Sam just needed to say the word.

Sam didn't answer for awhile, of course it would get personal. They hadn't been through the same thing that family had but it was pretty dam close. Dean was his safe place, he had driven away the dark for Sam just like Dan did for Mike. The unholy thing, unnatural, yeah it was there deep inside. He gave up on knowing normal love when he watched Jess burn on that ceiling. He would never impose his twisted dark thoughts on his brother, but the curse. It would know. Sam would wreck them both, he had always known he felt a bit more than brotherly for his older brother. The man had been his everything, somewhere the lines blurred. He went away and tried to make a normal life, normal job, wife, kids everything. He really tried. That whole dream burned away in a moment and the only love he felt now sat beside him in the one home they might ever know. "It always gets personal Dean, doesn't mean we get to turn our backs on this." He let his forehead lean against the window. watching his breath fog up the glass.

Back at the motel they laid on their respective beds, both lost in their own thoughts. Dean was nursing a beer, maybe his third beer. His thoughts were very much of the unholy kind. He closed his eyes and saw Sammy, Sammy dreaming of him. the sounds and smiles. He never knew anything could be that hot. He had tried to sear it out of his memory. The beer made all the lines of right and wrong burn away. He opened his eyes and looked over at Sam. He wasn't at all prepared to find his brother looking back at him. Sam quickly looked away, blushing. Hmmm, maybe this whole thing wasn't as one sided as he thought. Sam did say his name, Dean hadn't thought it was something more than an unconscious thought bleeding over into a dream, but maybe.....

Yeah Dean had totally caught him looking, maybe he needed a beer too. Maybe Dean wouldn't have to know anything. They might not get cursed, they could undo it before any of it happens. That was never the Winchester luck was it. This case would destroy them. Dean would never look at Sam the same, he would become something sick and dirty to the brother that held everything in Sam's world together. This would be the end of them, he doubted his brother would even be able to look at him. The way the curse worked scared the crap out of him, but he was aware of what would happen. He was aware the worst of it was meant for the younger brother, him. He could fight it. It started with pain if Dean didn't touch him, he could fight the urge to ask for that touch. He deserved the pain, after all everyone he loves endures pain for him, death on the ceiling. He deserved pain.

Both men passed out with their own consuming thoughts. Sam dreamed, he was in the impala. He wasn't sure where he was going. He drove anyways, lighting stretched across the sky like fingers reaching out to grab him. He could feel wind pushing the Impala side to side. The air was alive with electricity and dread. He could feel the increasing beat of his heart. The road in front of him was leading him to God knows where. He stopped outside of an old iron fence. He got out of the car and lifted the latch. The gate opened and he stepped inside. Lighting burst out in steaks above him. He forced him self to stay calm, this was a dream, he knew he was safe. The wind whipped his hair as he moved forward, wrapping his hoodie tight around himself. He shouldn't be so cold in a dream. He didn't know how he got there but there he was, in front of the largest tree he had ever seen. Moss hung loosely from the expansive branches, the wind twisting it around in the air. The trunk was breath taking, symbols etched into the bark. He ran his fingers across the rough surface. The clouds let loose, rain coming down in sheets. In the distance he heard a voice. Deans voice calling him. Dean sounded so scared. He turned still with one hand planted on the tree and saw his brother running, no tearing towards him. Dean ripped him from the trance the tree had him in, roughly shaking him and swearing. Sam felt every shake. This wasn't a dream. He hardly looked into Dean's face before his knees buckled sending him into the mud.
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