Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Fey Child ❯ Chapter 9

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Chapter 9

 

Sam felt his body convulse on the ground but he couldn't focus past the pain in his head and the feeling of his very soul being invaded. He didn't know where he was or even what had happened but he clung to the need to get to Dean. Dean would help him, he'd make everything better. He needed Dean.

 

Dean jumped slightly as he heard something thump against the door and then frowned when he realised just how long Sam had been gone getting burgers. Grabbing a gun he eased the door open only to have his legs give out under him. He pulled Sam into his arms only for the Fey to start convulsing in his grip.

 

“Sammy!” He called, panicked. Sam's eyes flickered open for a second and Dean nearly pushed him away. Sam's eyes had been demon black.

 

“D'n...h'p.” The words were barely audible but Dean still knew what Sam was pleading for. But was it really Sam asking? Dean wanted to scream at the return of doubt in Sam, he'd thought it was gone after their time at Bobby's and now it was back. But he would not turn his back on Sammy again.

 

Grunting with effort he hefted Sam up and broke the salt line in the doorway. He managed to push the salt back into some semblance of a line and then staggered over to the small table, half dropping Sam onto one of the chairs. He grabbed the salt and poured a circle around Sam's chair before grabbing his phone. He froze as Sam groaned and then tri-coloured eyes fluttered open.

 

“Sammy?” He questioned cautiously and Sam seemed to focus on him.

 

“D'n. In me.” Sam managed to groan out.

 

“I know kiddo. Black is not your colour.” Dean tried for humour and Sam swallowed.

 

“Hurt?” Dean shook his head, fighting off a demonic possession and the kid was still more concerned for others than himself.

 

“I'm fine. I need to call Bobby for help and we'll fix you up, okay?” Sam's head rolled in what was obviously meant to be a shake.

 

“Use.” He whispered.

 

“Sam?” Dean moved slowly closer but was careful to stay outside the salt.

 

“Spell...use.” Dean swallowed and shook his head.

 

“No way Sammy. I won't do that to you.” Dean argued. He knew what Sam meant, Cearnach had given them a spell and it's reversal as a just in case. It was used by Fey guards to incapacitate prisoners and neither Dean or Bobby had felt like asking how the man had known it.

 

“Have to....won't hurt.” The `you' was unsaid as Sam convulsed again and Dean swore. He knew Sam was right, if the demon managed to gain control for even a second Dean was in very big trouble. Fighting a human possessed by a demon was bad enough but a Fey? Yeah, Sam was right to worry. But this shouldn't be happening in the first place, Cearnach had assured them that Fey were immune to possession. So what was happening? It seemed like Sam and the demon were fighting for control with Sam coming out on top, barely and for who knew how long.

 

“Alright, but just till we can figure something else out, okay?” To Dean's relief Sam actually managed a rather firm nod as Dean spoke the words he'd had to memorise since Cearnach had not wanted the spells written down. He grabbed Sam as he sagged in the chair and nearly slid off it.

“It's okay Sammy, I've got you.” He whispered, gently laying the taller male out on the floor. He shivered to think what Sam was going through, unable to move or do anything but able to hear and see.

“You keep fighting that thing Sam, I'll get it out of you, I promise.” With that he put a blanket over Sam and then picked up his phone to call Bobby.

 

`Fight me? That's a laugh.' A cold voice whispered through his mind and Sam dove in, following it. He blinked as he found himself surrounded by white and facing a familiar figure.

 

`Meg.' He growled.

 

`Miss me Sammy?' She taunted. Sam balled his hands into fists and wondered vaguely what would happen if he hit her here.

`Got to admit, you were keeping one hell of a secret. Just wait till I tell Daddy. Knew he should have just killed you as a baby. You'd have ever imagined John Winchester raising a member of the aes sídhe. Bet your Daddy's rolling in his grave.'

 

`Is there a point to this Meg or are you just trying to bore me to death?' Sam crossed his arms; there was no way he was letting her know she was getting to him.

 

`Since we're both stuck for the moment I thought it'd be fun to chat. Why? Got somewhere else to be?' She laughed at that.

`I'm going to have fun with Dean and there won't be a thing you can do about it, except watch. Fey or not, I'll win and this meat puppet will be mine.'

 

`Fey can't be possessed.' Sam shot back and she grinned.

 

`And yet here I am. Oh, I'll admit things haven't exactly gone to plan but I'm adaptable. See originally I was going to disappear for say a week or so and then call Dean. He'd arrive, ready to rush to the rescue only to find you covered in someone else's blood. There a couple of hunters I was trying to choose between, it's such a hard decision you know? After that there'd be the slow revelation of what you'd done then the pleading for Dean to kill you, to stop you going `darkside'. It was going to be brilliant! But this, this could be even better. A Fey open to possession. Really Sam, are you even trying?'

 

`What?'

 

`To be what you are? Or are you still playing human? You're doing such a good job of it that you're way open. Did you think the immunity was automatic? Poor silly Sammy.' She laughed and Sam launched himself at her, pinning her to the `ground'.

 

`It's Sam and thanks for telling me how to get rid of you.' He snarled and called his power. He could feel his mental image changing to show his heritage as pure power flooded through him. He had the pleasure of seeing Meg's eyes widen in fear before everything went white.

 

Dean spun the wheel violently as a white light filled the back of the Impala. He slammed on the breaks and yanked his door open, running for the back door. He pulled it open and had to raise an arm to shield his eyes. As the light began to fade he saw Sam convulse once, something black falling from his mouth and nose only to smolder on the car's floor. Dean quickly poured holy water on it and watched as it dissolved before turning to his brother.

 

“Sammy?” He called urgently and tri-coloured eyes slowly focused on him. It took him a few seconds to notice that Sam's glamour was gone but that wasn't really all that important since the road was empty.

 

“Ungh.” Was the only answer Sam could give and even then it was barely audible. Dean hesitated, he could remove the spell and let Sam talk but what if the demon was still in him?

 

“We're almost to Bobby's; you've been out of it for a while. I...I want to undo it Sam but...” Dean trailed off, unable to look Sam in the eye.

 

“D....” He looked up and smiled at Sam. Tri-coloured eyes showed understanding and trust and Dean couldn't stop himself from ruffling Sam's hair. Dean went to move away only for Sam to make a distressed sound that had him rushing back to the younger man's side.

 

“Sam? Are you okay?” But his only answer was another unintelligible noise and the pleading look in Sam's eyes. And suddenly he realised what Sam needed.

“Okay, up we go.” Dean managed to pull Sam out of the backseat and then half carry, half drag him to the front passenger side. He gently lowered Sam in and then got in his own seat before pulling Sam down so that his head was pillowed on Dean's thighs. Yeah, it wasn't exactly legal but Sam was trapped in his body, unable to do anything and if lying against dean helped at all then Dean would make sure it happened. He just really hoped they didn't get pulled over.

 

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Bobby watched as the Impala slowed to a stop in front of his house, his chest tight with worry for two young men he saw as his own. He'd been preparing ever since Dean had called but there was only so much he could do before all he was left with was pacing the floors. The thought of Sam being possessed... He headed down the stairs as Dean slowly got out of the driver's seat. The boy looked utterly exhausted which was to be expected but also hopeful? Well maybe that was just because they had finally arrived somewhere where they could get help. He was nearly to the car when Dean opened the passenger door and began easing a completely unresponsive Sam from the seat.

 

“Want a hand?” Bobby offered as he came up beside them. He smiled as Sam's eyes briefly focused on him, they were tri-coloured not black and that had to be a good sign.

 

“Nah, I've got him.” Dean answered as he hefted the taller Winchester up.

“I think he may have performed his own exorcism on the way here though.”

 

“What?”

 

“There was this white light and then black...sludge came out of his mouth and nose. It dissolved when I hit it with holy water.” Dean explained and Bobby nodded.

 

“Better do the ritual just in case though.” Bobby insisted and Dean nodded.

 

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Dean couldn't help the slight shake to his hands as he finished tying Sam's wrist to the chair armrest. He gently lifted Sam's head off his chest and tilted it back so Sam was staring up at the ceiling, his head resting on the back of the chair. But Sam was trying to look at him as much as he could and that made Dean smile slightly.

 

“It's okay Sammy; this'll all be over soon.” He soothed and then moved over to where Bobby was standing. The sight of his Sammy, slumped unmoving and tied to a chair in the middle of a devils trap made it hard to breath but he had to stay strong for Sam.

“Ready.” Bobby nodded and raised the book.

 

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii...” Dean tuned Bobby's reciting out and focused solely on Sam. That was why he almost jumped when Bobby closed the book.

“All done, looks like he's in the clear.” Bobby stated and Dean nearly sagged with relief. He was at Sam's side in an instant, furiously working at the ropes that restrained Sam.

 

“Told you Sammy. Let me get these ropes off and we'll reverse the spell. Then what do you think about sleeping for a week?” Dean babbled as he undid the final rope, Sam sliding off the chair and into his waiting arms. Dean sat on the floor, Sam cradled to his chest and his mind went blank. But it didn't matter because Bobby was already murmuring softly at his side. As he finished Sam shuddered slightly and then his hands came up to weakly clutch at Dean's shirt.

 

“Dean.” Sam gasped, his voice raspy.

 

“It's okay Sammy, I've got you. Bobby, water please?” The older hunter nodded and went to get some. Sam gulped at it greedily but Dean made him slow down so he wouldn't be sick.

“Come on, let's get you to bed.” Sam tried to help but his legs were as ungainly as a newborn colt's. It took both Dean and Bobby to get Sam upstairs and into the guest room but Bobby gave them their privacy once it was done.

“Hey.” Dean called softly and watched as Sam struggled to keep his eyes open.

“You need anything?”

 

“You.” Sam whispered and Dean nodded, quickly stripping off his jacket, jeans and boots before crawling into the bed and pulling Sam into his arms.

 

“Go to sleep Sam, I've got you.” He whispered and smiled as Sam relaxed against him. Dean knew he wouldn't be sleeping for a while. There were too many `what if's' circling in his mind for that to happen. Besides, with what had happened Sam was sure to have at least one nightmare and Dean needed to be awake so he could sooth him back to sleep.

 

TBC...