Supernatural

The clock read midnight as Sam and Dean sat on the bed in the motel going over what they were going to do next. As the brothers talked Sam grabbed his head and cried out. Dean looked at him. "Sammy, you ok!"

"Yeah, I'm ok," said Sam, rubbing his temples.

"You sure?"

"It's just that I can hardly keep my eyes open."

"Get some sleep," said Dean, kicking into protector mode.

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose. "Good idea," he agreed and climbed in his bed. He fell asleep instantly.

Dean looked at his brother. "Not again," he said to himself and lay down on his bed. After about 30 minutes Dean fell asleep and Sam began to toss and turn.

Papa Theodore was in his secret room and he began to hum. "You are very smart master. It's going to be a very long night for the Winchester brothers," said Papa Theodore to his deity. "It's going to be their last. There will be no escape."

Sam coughed several times and continued with the unrest. Papa Theodore began to chant. He passed the doll that looked like Sam through a candle flame. He repeated this process several times as he continues to chant. Sam began to sweat and shake his right hand. In the dream he pricked his thumb on Papa Theodore’s box and it began throbbing.

Papa Theodore rang a bell and spoke in another language. 'LLAMA, SHAMA TOMA," he chanted. He hit the Sam doll in the head with a bell causing it to ring.

Sam's head began to hurt.

Papa Theodore continued to chant. "TOMA! SHULA! SACCA!" and stuck a pin into the Sam doll’s chest.

Sam jumped in his sleep and held his chest unable to breathe. He began gasping for air as he grabbed at his throat.

EEVA! BAMBAN! ASCALETI!" continued Papa Theodore. He hit the Sam doll in the head again and again stuck another pin in the doll’s chest.

Sam is overwhelmed with the pain in his head and chest.

"BOOMYA ! SOMBE! LLAMA! SENCONTE," continued Papa Theodore as he passed the doll through the fire again. His eyes dancing with the flames. "YOU WILL OBEY! YOU WILL OBEY!" Papa Theodore finished his spell and laughed evilly.

Sam woke with a start. He held his head in his hands, trying to stop the pounding headache. His chest and thumb were also hurting. He couldn’t understand why he felt the way he did. Maybe I slept wrong. He got to his feet but became dizzy and sat back down before he fell over.

Dean heard the commotion and woke up. He saw Sam sitting there, confused, on the edge of the bed. He didn't look good at all. Even in the darkness of the room, Dean could see he was pale. Sam was coughing, groaning and holding his right thumb. He must have smashed it on something while he was asleep. It must have been one nasty dream.

"Are you ok," asked Dean, startling Sam.

"What?"

"What's the matter?"

Sam let out a deep breath. "I had a nightmare."

"About what?" Dean asked nervously.

"I dreamt," began Sam but stopped talking and moaned. What is wrong with me? I hurt all over. It seemed like all the things he had experienced in his dream, were bombarding him now. He shook his right hand again. The throbbing in his thumb was also getting worse.

"Man, what's wrong!" asked Dean. He was scared for his brother all over again.

Sam continued to tell Dean about his dream. "I dreamt that Papa Theodore was standing over me.....and he had this box....I looked inside but there was nothing in it. The lid snapped shut." Sam moaned. "I pricked my thumb on that box."

"Ok," said Dean, looking for a little more information.

"Weird huh."

"Yeah," answered Dean. "It's weird." He continued to stare at his brother. He didn't like the way Sam looked and he could tell that he was in a lot of pain.

Sam cleared his throat and walked over to the window to open the curtains. Maybe a little sunshine would make him feel better he thought, but he was looking at Dean and not outside.

Dean shot straight up out of his bed as he looked outside their window. "Sam!"

Sam looked outside and, startled, fell down on his bed. "Oh my God! he cried. There, right outside their window, was a carcass of a freshly killed boar. Sam and Dean just stared at it.

"What the....." cried Dean. "We had visitors last night!"

"I don't believe it" said Sam and heard laughter. He shot a look over at Dean, but apparently Dean hadn't heard anything, so he didn't say a word.

It was about 3pm and the boys were sitting in the diner at their motel eating supper. They had been looking for Papa Theodore all day, but nobody wanted to talk to them. Everyone was afraid. They were trying to decide what they needed to do next. All day long Sam acted more like himself and Dean began to relax a little. Neither had mentioned what had happened the day before.

"OK,' said Sam taking a sip of his drink, "What next?"

"I don't know. Nobody wants to talk to us. I've run out of options." He played with the food on his plate.

"I know," said Sam as he finished his meal, "Me too."

The door to the diner opened and Frank walked in. He came and sat down with them at their table. "Well, have you found out anything?"

"No," said Dean with a hint of frustration, "we've asked everybody and nobody wants to talk about Papa Theodore."

"Yeah," said Frank. "I know what you mean. That's the same kind of response I've been getting."

Dean looked Frank in the eyes. "We're not going to give up Frank. Until we find this guy and stop him, we'll be right here."

"I appreciated it," said Frank. He looked at Sam and smiled, glancing at his plate. Sam looked back at Frank and that uneasy feeling started to come over him again, but he returned the smile. It was probably nothing.

"Well," said Frank rising from the chair, "I guess I'm gonna head home. Call if anything comes up ok?"

"Yeah", said Sam, "We will." Frank left and the brothers continued to discuss what they were going to do next. Both decided to go back to the motel and get some rest. It was around 6pm when they left the diner.

Frank walked a couple of blocks to a bar that was just down the road from the diner. He went inside and to the back where Papa Theodore was waiting. "Sam ate all his food."

"Good," answered Papa Theodore. "Tonight, Sam Winchester’s dreams will be very intense. When he wakes up in the morning, he will feel the full effects of that dream." Papa Theodore laughed wickedly.

"What's the dream Papa, can you tell me?" asked Frank, gazing at his master.

"Sam will see me. He will remember about last night," Papa Theodore began. "He will run over to me and I will be holding a box. He will place his hand on the box and look inside. The box will snap shut and prick his thumb." The man smiled. "Sam will begin having pains in his head and chest. When he wakes up, all the feelings that he had in his dreams will be there. He won’t be able to shake them off." Papa turned from Frank and looked around the room. "The younger brother will find anger again, and as the day goes on, his anger will turn to the older brother. The younger will kill the older. He won’t be able to resist. Then the younger one will kill himself," he said to Frank who listened with his eyes wide open. "This will take place at the master’s altar and the master will then reward us." He quickly turned from where he was standing, "I have to leave now. I have to go and prepare the sacrifice," finished Papa Theodore and left the bar.

Dean got Sam to the bed and he finally fell asleep. He sat in a chair by his bed, staring at him. This was going to be the first night since they were reunited that Dean wouldn’t sleep. Tonight he would watch out for his brother and make sure that he was ok. He would never let Sam know how worried he was about him. Even after they had gotten back from the woods and Dean filled Sam in on everything that had happened, he still wasn't acting right. He kept talking about how his head hurt and a couple of times he had gotten up to walk around and was unsteady on his feet.

Chapter 3

The impala pulled up to the edge of the woods. Sam got out of the car and went to the edge, as the note had instructed. Suddenly, a man came barreling toward him and he didn't look too happy. Sam turned around to run, but there behind him was another man and he was carrying a large machete. Sam raised his hands, palms out, not saying a word, and the guy with the machete motioned for him to enter the woods. Without a word Sam did as he was told, all the while wishing that he had listened to his brother. This was a trap and Dean had recognized it. Sam couldn't understand why he didn't. He had always been the cautious one, but this time he walked right into it.

Dean pulled up in a stolen car and arrived at the edge of the woods just in time to see Sam being let into the woods with two armed men. "Shit," he said. "I knew it! I just knew it! Yeah, I'm definitely going to kick his ass!" Dean went back to the car to get some more weapons and his EMF meter, just in case. He entered the woods hoping that he didn't alert the men that had Sam.

The two men led Sam to a clearing in the middle of the woods, where a figure stood waiting. The man turned and he saw Papa Theodore. Sam recognized him from a picture that he had seen. He knew he was in trouble. In the circle Sam heard music and saw dancing. All of a sudden that feeling of dread came over him again. Papa Theodore walked over to him and sneered. "You and your brother should not have come!" He threw some type of powder into Sam's face. Sam fell to the ground gasping for breath. The priest leaned over him and said, "Now, you belong to me!" Papa Theodore laughed a hideous laugh. "When I call you will obey. You will not be able to resist." It was the last thing Sam heard before he passed out.

Dean followed Sam at a distance trying to mask that he was there, but found it wasn't necessary because when he got to the clearing it was empty. The men were gone. The only one there was Sam, lying unconscious on the ground. "SAM," yelled Dean, his heart racing. He ran over to his brother. He looked around again but there was no one else there. It was as if the others had vanished into thin air. He rushed over to Sam and knelt beside him. He was unconscious but at least he was breathing. "SAM! SAM! Come on and wake up now," said a desperate Dean. "Come on now, open your eyes and talk to me!"

"What happened" Sam said groggily. "Where am I?"

"What? You don't remember?" asked Dean, the fear and worry clear in his voice.

"No." answered Sam. "I don't remember anything after we went into Frank’s house." Dean just looked at Sam.

He knew they were in trouble. "Come on, let's get you back to the motel room." He helped Sam to his feet. He swayed and Dean put a supportive arm around his brother’s waist while putting Sam’s arm around his shoulder. "Are you ok?" asked Dean.

"Yeah" said Sam, struggling to walk, "I think so. Just don't let go ok."

"No way. I won’t let you go. I'm right here," said Dean. He fished in Sam’s pocket for the keys to the impala and shuffled him in. They got back to the motel room and Dean filled Sam in on everything that had happened since they had left Frank’s house.

Sam looked at his brother like he had grown two heads. "I don't remember any of that," he retorted rubbing his eyes. "Dean, I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me."

"I know you don't." said Dean patting his brother’s shoulder. All of a sudden Sam grabbed his head and yelped in pain and Dean knew that this was just the beginning.

Sam and Dean headed back to their motel room. Dean looked over at Sam. He's just staring off into space. Dean turned down the music on the radio and looked at Sam more intently. He was beginning to get worried. Sam wasn't acting like Sam. "Man, are you sure you’re ok," asked Dean.

"I told you I'm fine. Why?" answered Sam, the unease in his gut getting worse. He still thought it was just a feeling and kept everything to himself. He was getting aggrivated and didn't know why.

"I don't know," said Dean. "It's just that you've never zoned out like that before."

"Look, it's nothing ok? I just got to thinking about something, that’s all." Dean continued to look at his brother. He wasn't buying it for a minute. He knew Sam and something was wrong. "I'm fine," said Sam grinning, hoping Dean would drop it but no such luck. Not yet anyway. How could he explain what was going on inside his head when he didn't even know what it was himself. He looked over at his big brother and winced at the look he was getting. "I'm fine Dean," he said. "Really."

"Ok," began Dean, "tell me what you were thinking about."

Sam sat there a few minutes and tried to think. "That's funny," he said, "I can't remember."

"Yeah," retorted Dean, funny."

Sam laughed at his brother. "Quit worrying about me. I'm ok."

Dean let it go, but he was worried about his brother. He knew something wasn't right, he just couldn't put his finger on it.

After Sam and Dean got a bite to eat, they went up to their room. They settled in after their meal when they heard a knock at their door. The brothers looked at each other and Sam went to answer it, but when he opened the door there was no one there. Sam frowned and then he shrugged. He was just about to close the door when he looked down to notice a note on the ground. He bent to pick it up and shut the door. The note was folded in half. Sam opened it to read it, then he gave it to Dean to read. It said:

The note was written in red and had no signature. Sam grinned. "Well, what do you think?" Dean looked at him not believing that Sam was pushing this off.

"What do you mean what do I think?"

"Just what I said. What do you think," requested Sam again.

Dean looked at his baby brother. "No way, we're not going, forget it!"

"What do you mean forget it, Dean, we could find some answers," said Sam. He was growing more and more annoyed with his brother but for the lfe of him he couldn't figure out why. All he knew was that suddenly Dean was beginning to get on his nerves, big time.

"Yeah we could," replied Dean getting up from the bed, "Or we could be walking into a trap." Sam sure wasn't acting right, thought Dean.

"What?" asked Sam, seeing the puzzled look on his brother’s face.

"Nothing" answered Dean in a worried tone. "You sure are all gung ho all of a sudden bro. We have no idea what we would be walking into."

"Look we're supposed to be here to help your friend, Dean, so let's help! I mean that is the reason we're here, right? So what's taking so long," questioned Sam, a bit irritated.

"Because, we don't know what's out there yet. We have to be careful. It could be a trap," replied Dean

"Whatever!" said Sam agrily getting up. "I'm going whether you go or not!"

"No, you’re not! Not until we know a little bit more about what's going on! Just forget it!"

"You’re giving orders again Dean and I don't like it!" He started to walk away but Dean grabbed his arm. He would never let Sam know it but he was worried sick about him. He looked at Sam with concern in his eyes. "Sam man, what's with you today? You haven't acted like this in awhile."

Sam jerked his arm away from Dean. "Acted like what?" Why was he so irritated? Dean was just trying to watch out for him. It shouldn't have made him mad but he was getting more and more angry.

"You’re acting like your mad at the world again dude. What's with you?"

"I told you I was ok," fired Sam and he started to walk out of the room again.

"No man, you're not ok, and you’re not going anywhere until we figure this out!" Dean grabbed Sam’s arm again as he tried to walk out.

"Let go of me Dean," he said in a voice that was both low and dangerous.

"No! Something is wrong!" Sam jerked his arm away from Dean again and shoved him. Dean stumbled backwards and Sam stormed out of the room. He got into Deans car and sped away. Dean ran out of the room in time to see Sam screech out of the parking lot.

"Son of a....." Dean said brushing himself off. "Shit, I know one thing, if there is nothing wrong with him I swear I'm gonna kick his ass." There was a gnawing unease in his belly for his brother. Something was wrong with Sam. Dean ran back in the motel room to get his duffel bag and his weapons that he had gotten out of the car earlier. Now he just needed to find some means of transportation.

Fan Fic

Supernatural

VOODOO!

Chapter 1

Sam and Dean sat at a bar on Bourbon Street drinking a beer. They talked about a new gig that Dean had found for them. Sam was not happy, but listened to his brother anyway.

"Ok" said Sam, "Why are we even here Dean?"

"Well, you remember when I first came to see you at your apartment?"

"Yes, I remember," replied Sam. "How could I forget? You came into my apartment in the middle of the night without knocking. You scared the crap out of me."

"Forget about that for a minute, OK," Dean continued, sipping his beer. "Remember when we went outside to talk about dad and I told you that I was on a hunting trip by myself?"

"Yeah. It was something about voodoo and you went alone. Will you please get to the point?"

"I'm getting there. Just listen," stated Dean. "This morning I got a text message on my phone from the guy I helped. His name is Frank, and he sounded scared."

"What's he scared of?" asked Sam

"He said that a friend of his just up and killed himself, out of the blue for no reason," answered Dean.

"People don't just don't kill themselves for no reason. There has to be one."

"Frank said that his friend was a happy go lucky man and would never do anything like that." He leaned into Sam. "He said that someone or something caused his friend to die. I want to go help him man. We've looked into less."

Sam thought over the story. "Let's go see what we can do."

Sam and Dean left the bar and drove for about an hour to Frank’s house. They arrived and knocked on the door. It opened to reveal Dean’s old friend.

"Hey Frank," said Dean, shaking the man’s hand, "How are you man?"

"I'm ok I guess," remarked Frank, inviting them in.

Dean introduced Sam. "Frank, this is my brother Sam," he said. Frank shook hands with Sam.

"Hi" said Sam.

"Do you guys want something to drink?" Frank asked.

"Sounds good," said Dean and they followed him back into his kitchen where he made coffee. They sat down at the table.

Dean took a sip of coffee, ready to hear the story. "Tell us what happened. What's going on?"

"Voodoo," said Frank. "That's what’s going on." Sam and Dean looked at each other.

"Tell us," said Sam, anxious to hear the tale.

"My friend Tyler was a reporter for the New Orleans Times. He was doing this story on a man named Papa Theodore. This guy is a real peace of work," remarked Frank, taking in their expressions. "He is big into the occult and voodoo. I think he's like a priest or something, anyway, he's bad news. The locals are afraid of him. I think he's killed some people and Tyler was working on exposing him, but before he could, he died."

"But I thought you said that he killed himself," queried Dean.

"No," said Frank, "I said that people are saying that he killed himself, but I think that Papa Theodore caused him to kill himself."

"What do you mean?" asked Sam getting more intrigued. He also had a bad feeling but didn't say anything.

"Tyler was about to go to the police with some information that would put Papa Theodore away for good," continued Frank, "but three nights ago he came to see me first. He wasn't acting right. He was real spooked, so we talked awhile. He said that the night before, right after he ate supper he went to sleep and had this really bad dream."

"About what," the boys asked in unison.

Frank looked at the two, taking in the scene. "He said it was about demons and it scared him good. The next morning he woke up with this awful headache. He went over to his window to open his curtains to get some fresh air. Then he saw it."

"Saw what," Sam asked. The bad feeling he was having was getting stronger, but still he decided not to say anything to Dean. It was just a feeling.

"Tyler said that hanging from his window was the head of a freshly killed boar." Frank shivered at the comment. "There was blood everywhere. It really scared him. He said he thought that someone put something in his food to cause him to have that dream, and also to keep him from waking up while they hung that thing outside his window."

Dean blew out a breath and looked at his brother. "I think I'm gonna need something stronger than this coffee dude." Frank got up and got Dean a beer.

"That is one of the signs of voodoo," said Sam, jumping into research mode. "The boar meant that your friend had been marked for death.."

"That’s what I figured too," said Frank returning to his seat. "He told me that he wanted to show me something, so that if anything happened to him, I could take the stuff he found to the police. I told him nothing was going to happen to him but he shrugged me off and said he would be right back." The man paused and looked them in the eyes. "He went out to his car, but he never came back."

"What do you mean he never came back," asked Dean.

"Just what I said. He never came back. After a few minutes I looked outside and saw him standing next to his car with the door open, just staring inside. He wasn't moving so I went out to check on him." Frank continued the story, seeming lost in his words. "I called his name but he didn't answer. I went over to his car and called him again, but he still wouldn't answer. I looked inside the car to see what he was staring at."

"What was it," asked Sam.

"It was a doll and it was lying on the front seat of his car."

"What kind of doll," inquired Dean.

"It looked like one of those voodoo dolls," recalled Frank. "It had Tyler’s face and there was a pin sticking out of its head. I tried to get Tyler to come away from the car but he wouldn't budge. It was almost like he was in some kind of trance. I grabbed his arm to pull him away from the car but he just looked at me. He was scared man, real scared."

"What happened next?" asked Sam with even more unease.

"He looked at me with fear in his eyes. He asked me if I heard the music," answered Frank, thinking through the moment. "I told him I didn't hear anything, that there was nothing there, but he insisted that he heard music and that Papa Theodore was coming after him. I tried to grab his arm again, but this time when he looked at me, it was like he didn't know me. He looked right through me at somebody else. He didn't recognize me." The man shook his head in disbelief. "Suddenly, he screamed, grabbed his head and ran across the road to the cliff. I took off running after him, but it was too late. I didn't reach him in time and he fell to his death." Frank put his head in his hands, pushing back the pain. "I looked over and he was lying at the bottom of the cliff. The doll was lying on his chest, but I swear Dean, we never took the doll out of the car! There was no way it could have gotten there." He looked from Sam to Dean, hoping for some answers. "Everybody said that he killed himself, bu It know better. I saw it and he was killed!"

The Winchester boys listened, absorbing the story. Dean was the first to comment. "Here's what you’re going to do. You’re gonna stay right here at your house and you're not gonna go anywhere. Sam and I are going to take care of this."

Frank smiled and released the breath he was holding. "Thanks."

Dean looked over at Sam. His brother was sitting in a chair staring off into space. "Sam! You ok man?"

Sam shook his head to clear his mind. "Yeah, I'm ok," he said to Dean. "I just zoned out for a minute."

Dean looked at his brother with a little concern and said, "Well come back to earth. Ok." Sam looked at Dean and gave a quick smile.

They finished up their beverages and headed to the door, reassuring Frank that everything would be ok and that they would be in touch. Frank watched them go, but didn’t say anything, but then he grinned wickedly at the door. "I hope you’re pleased with me Papa," he said, "because I'm delivering them right into your hands. I know I’ll be rewarded for this." Frank laughed evilly.