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Dean walked through the open corridor, his breath sharp as he searched for his kid brother. 'Shit.' Dean seethed, his gaze meeting Sam's; Sam was bleeding.
'Sammy!' He huffed gruffly, under his breath. Sam was splayed out on the harsh cement floor of the basement, his bangs messily concealing his tear stained face. The younger man switched his focus back to the ground, folding in on himself.
'De-' Sam whimpered, helplessly. Dean's heart ached painfully at the hurt in his brother's frail voice. 'What the hell did the do to you, dude?!' Dean ask, attempting to replace his concern with anger.
Dean rushed to Sam's side, taking his brother's head into his hands and lifting him gently to meet his eyes. Sam groaned miserably, blood trickled slowly from his temple and down his cheek. Dean's eyes widened upon realizing exactly what was wrong with his baby brother. 'concussion.' He diagnosed, , scanning Sam for any other serious injuries.
Once the eldest was satisfied that he could move Sam safely he cradled him in his arms, lifting with his knees he carried Sam out the door. 'I got ya Sammy.' Dean cooed, comfortingly.
Halfway down the deserted hall Dean felt a terrible shiver erupt from the young man in his arms. 'Sam?' He questioned, sitting his brother down frantically.
Sam's eyes were squeezed shut, his long arms moving to tightly grasp his big brother's shoulders. 'H-head.' He stuttered, biting back a grunt at his brother's touch.
Dean gave him a level stare as he brushed away Sam's hair to get a better view of his wound. Inspecting it closer he winced, the area was red and irritated, Dean was sure it would need stitches.
Removing his jacket Dean draped the soft material over his brother's broad shoulders. Sliding an arm under Sam's knees for support he lifted him once again, holding back a wince at the pained groan from his brother.
'I got you, brother. I got you.' He soothed as he left the house.
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"Sam??"
Sam jerked awake at the sound of his name. Wait... had he been sleeping? Somethings not right Sam thought as he jumped up, rushing to the bathroom he peered into the mirror. Blood.
Sam's face was even more pale than usual and dark circles had laid claim to his under eye. His hair was full of sweat and his throat was extremely dry. To top it all off there was a single line of blood escaping from his nose.
Quickly he wiped at the warm red fluid and splashed some water on his face that he had taken from the tap. Looking back up Sam saw a slight improvement in his look and decided that it would have to do.
Sprinting downstairs he stopped only when an arm flung out in front of him blocking his path. Moving his gaze up he realized that the arm was Dean's.
Dean's face was squeezed in concern-or-anger (Sam wasn't really sure which).
"What's going on?" Sam questioned looking from his big brother to the strange man surrounded by Cas and Bobby.
"We need to do the spell." Dean demanded, his voice almost definitely leaving no room for question. However, Sam being well... Sam there were indeed follow up questions that needed to be asked before going through with such an order. Before Sam could start rambling, Dean spoke again, this time more clear. "Now!" He barked.
Flinching back slightly Sam nodded and followed the group into the study. Shivers suddenly attacked his body, resulting in Dean taking notice. "Sam? Sam, you good?" He practically yelled as his hands went to grasp at the young boy's arms.
Sam knew this feeling. "D-dream!" He whispered almost to himself.
Dean was overrun with confusion. "Dream? What dream?" He asked, steadying the boy with his hands. No answer. Cas and Bobby were still aimed at Crowley, though, now they were paying most of their attention to Sam.
"May I interject?" Crowley asked playfully, raising his hand to be called on. Dean merely gave him a look but the demon continued. " It's possible young Sammy had a vision during his little cat nap. Hmm?"
Dean scowled, it made sense. Sam might have seen something in one of his dreams. Visions aren't exactly knew for the kid- well, not for his Sam at least. "How do we fix him?" Dean barked at the Demon.
Crowley merely rolled his eyes and came closer, bobby and Cas reluctantly letting him pass. "If the baby moose is experiencing visions it is likely that he is seeing- or more accurately reliving those occurrences." Crowley scowled at the confusion that his statement caused. "Whatever happened in his dream is happening again!" He yelled as if it had been obvious the whole time.
"What do we have to do?" Dean asked worried.
"Finish the spell!" Yelled Crowley. Quickly the group gathered the needed items and setup the table for Bobby to complete the spell.
Once finished Bobby moved into place. "Grab him!" He called to Dean, pointing at Sam's limp body leaning against the wall. As fast as he could Dean scooped Sam up and brought him over to the oldest man. "Lay him down right there." Bobby said firmly.
Sam's eyes were open but it was as if there was no Sam inside. The boy was still shaking and his skin was hot to the touch.
Bobby dropped the ingredients into a bowl one by one, once all of the ingredients had been added Bobby began to read from the text in front of him.
"Animum reficere sanguinis vinculo Hostem animae.
Sit scriptor lacrimis familia purificat cor.
Ad concordiam pacemque aliquando futurum sit.
Et revertetur ad omne quod olim fuit,
Et animi et corporis, quod animae et cordis.
His verbis constantes effecti sunt, iterum iterumque totum."
The light's began to flicker as Sam thrashed violently against the blanket he had been placed on top of. "Did it work?" Dean asked, fear lining his every word. Bobby could not answer, only watch as Sam's small limbs seized. Dean watched in horror as Sam's head repeatedly came into contact with the floor.
The eldest brother made a move towards him but was quickly cut off when Bobby's hand grasped his shoulder. "Don't touch him, Dean." Bobby said, coming as close to begging as Dean had ever heard him.
Dean shook his head. "Bobby he's seizing!" Dean shouted, forcing himself from his honorary Uncle's tight grip and hastily rushing to turn Sam over and onto his right side.
Cas and Bobby exchanged glances, neither one of them knowing what to say. It hurt them to see Sam like this, hell, it hurt them to see Dean like this but Sam was strong. Strong enough to kick Lucifer out, strong enough to survive hell, even strong enough to kick their asses and that was after at least fifteen years of getting shot and beaten every other day. If adult Sam could do all that after everything he'd gone through then this young Sam should be able to do twice as much, or at least he should be able to try.
Tears were threatening to roll down Dean's face as he held his kid brother in his arms, whether he was a praying man or not he couldn't help but to send up a thank you to the big guy when the seizing stopped.
Crowley was standing arms crossed in the corner, his eyes fixed on the brothers. "I'd back up if I were you, Dean." He said, smirking.
Dean met his eyes angrily. "What?" He muttered, his voice threatening that Demon or anyone that tried to take him away from his baby brother when he was hurting.
Crowley pointed down at the figure in Dean's arms. Confused, Dean looked to his brother. Sam's body was glowing, much like it had when the which first hexed him. The elder Winchester carefully dropped Sam's head and backed away from his body.
Sam's eyes flew open as he sat up and gasped for air. His body was back to it's full grown adult prime and the circles underneath his eyes had reduced back to their normal size. Before Sam could realize where he was or what had happened Dean had practically trampled him. Sam groaned at the embrace yet without question he reciprocated the affection.
"Thank God you're back, man." Dean said, not caring about the three audience members he had behind him.
"Back from where?" Sam asked chuckling, pulling out of the hug. "What's wrong with you?" He asked, still smiling at his big brother.
Dean frowned. "You are you right, like adult you? You're not like twelve year old Sam or something?" Dean questioned, only halfway joking. Sam's brows drew together in confusion. "We got a lot of catching up to do Sammy." Dean said helping his brother to his feet.
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3 hours and 2 beers later
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"I was what?" Sam asked, laughing as he sipped his beer on the hood of the Impala beside his brother.
"You were a dork!" Dean said smirking. "Always reading or yapping about something stupid- huh." Dean paused.
"What?"
"I guess you weren't that different after all."
"Shut up!" Sam said playfully, shoving Dean in the side.
"Make me, Bitch!"
Sam smirked. "Jerk!"