DeanWinchester1985: LOL, Now would Dean really pick on his wounded little brother?
Of course, I'm writing the fic...so I guess the answer would be--YES! Mwhahahahahahaha
Lorrie: Ok, Ok...I'll send Nick over for a brief visit...but I'll be needing him again soon for the story, so you have to promise to give him back
In one piece!
Oceane: That does seem to be the question of the day...but no worries, I think you might find the answer in this next update!
Michelle:
Have you been reading my notes??? No fair peeking!!
Steffs: I wouldn't be too quick in putting that nurses outfit away
So you want answers huh? Ok...this update may give you what you seek---or not
Usagy: Oh no...I've got her quoting Batman! Quick...someone help her before she starts seeing
POW! CRASH! ZOIKS!Ahhhh...sorry, it's too late! I'm so sorry, you've contracted 'bad acting' disease...shudders, can you say some people should never wear spandex?
Just kidding...glad you're enjoying it so far!
Sarah: I'm afraid to say, it might take a bit more than talking to get our Sammy fixed this time--er, I mean yeah, Sammy's
just fine Mary: Sorry Dean, but it will take a bit of digging to figure out what's bothering little brother
Niki: So you and Michelle have both been peeking at my notes??
Well you may be on the right track...but then, maybe not...guess you'll just have to read to find out
Sharon: *looks up sleeve* Oh yeah, that's where I put that story! But that will have to wait for later
For now, you'll just have to do with another update!
Alisa: Yes, somethning is definately up in Samville...but I think you may have trouble finding a room! There are a few others ahead of you! *Lorrie--you really need to learn to share!* And yes, I'm guilty of using "Gilmore"...just couldn't resist it
Glad you got a chance to read and catch up!
WHEW!!!! Replies were a chapter in itself! You guys are just wonderful
So anyone out there want to know what's going on with Sammy?
OK...OK...I got the message! Here's the next update!
Chapter 2 – Something’s Wrong in Samville(AN: Yes, I shamelessly stole the title from Alisa's response...it just fit so perfectly!)Dean sat on the bed and watched his brother sleeping. As he played over the last hunt in his mind, he couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with Sam. Sure when his brother was younger, he’d complain and make a fuss when he didn’t want to go on a hunt. But he never lost his focus.
“Sam what’s going on in that freaky head of yours?” Dean asked softly, worrying his lower lip as he tried to solve the puzzle of his brother.
“Dea?—what’s—where—you ok?” Sam blinked his eyes trying to bring his brother’s body into focus. He sensed his brother was upset, but for the life of him he couldn’t understand why.
The bed dipped as Dean sat beside him. A soft hand pushed his bangs from his face as his brother checked him for fever. A routine—no a ritual followed by both of them too many times in the past. Sam sighed and shoved his brother’s hand away, missing the contact as soon as it was gone.
“I’m fine Dean”
“Sure Sam, you’re so
fine, you let yourself become dinner for the giant lizard. What the hell were you thinking Sam?”
“Get a grip Dean. We killed it and we both survived. I don’t understand why you’re so angry…”
Dean jumped up from the bed and began to pace. He ran his hands through his hair before looking back at the confused face of his brother. How could Sam sit there so calmly and act like it was no big deal?
“Sam, first of all—
I killed it. You were too busy becoming lizard food to be much help and second, since when is your getting hurt ok? I don’t understand you Sam. I asked if you were ready to hunt and you said yes. If you aren’t ready—if you need more time, just say so and we can stay here for a few more days.”
Sam sat up slowly, wincing as he felt the pull of stitches on his chest. “Dean, I said I’m fine. I’ve been hurt much worse than this before. You need to chill out dude. I’m going to grab a shower and then we can look for the next hunt. Why don’t you go grab us something to eat ok?”
Dean stood with his mouth hanging open as Sam calmly turned his back and headed for the bathroom. For the first time in his life, he couldn’t figure out what to say to his brother. He sat down on the bed and pulled out his phone. Something was definitely wrong with Sam and he had to try to figure it out.
“Hey Bobby, I need your advice on something…” Dean proceeded to fill Bobby in on what happened to Sam and the strange way his brother had been acting since.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with him Bobby—I mean; it’s almost like he’s bottled everything up inside himself. He doesn’t get angry or upset—hell—he didn’t even have a single nightmare.”
“I don’t know for sure Dean, could be some kind of possession but you said you salted and burned the bones right?” Bobby’s voice sounded concerned and puzzled on the other end of the line.
“Yeah, I took care of the bitch—besides; it doesn’t feel like a possession. It’s almost like something is missing…” Dean heard the shower turn off and realized he needed to bring the conversation to a close.
“Can you see what you can dig up Bobby? I might try calling Nick later too and see if he knows what might be wrong. That bitch really messed with his head and I’m afraid she did more damage than we first suspected.” Dean hung up as soon as his old friend promised to look into the matter.
“Who was on the phone Dean?” Sam asked as he toweled off his wet hair.
“Oh, it was just Bobby—he wondered how you were doing.” Dean shrugged as he put the phone back in his pocket. “We need to change your bandages before you get dressed; hold on and I’ll grab the first aid kit.”
Sam watched as Dean headed into the bathroom. He knew something was up with Dean and it worried him. He sat still while his brother gently checked his wounds and put new bandages on. It never amazed him how his brother could be so rough one moment and tender the next. Even now, he sensed Dean’s anger was gone and replaced by concern for him.
“Seriously Dean, I really am ok.” Sam stilled Dean’s hand as it checked him once again for fever.
“I know Sam, but humor me ok—who knows what kind of bacteria was under Godzilla Junior’s claws. Now take your antibiotics like a good little man and I’ll bring you back something special for desert.” Dean watched as Sam took the pills before sticking his tongue out at him.
“Real mature Sammy!” Dean remarked as he grabbed his keys and headed out to get them something for dinner.
Sam smiled softly as he finished getting dressed. Dean was in full mother hen mode and he realized nothing was going to stop his brother from nursing him to death. Sitting at the table, he started up his computer to look for their next gig. Maybe if he could find them a hunt, his brother would forget about the last one and move on.
He rubbed his head absently as he started to read, the words blurring slightly as he once again tried to remember what happened in Shades State Park. He remembered almost nothing. The blank part of his memory worried him a little, but from what Nick and Dean told him, he figured it was probably better he didn’t remember much of it. He still couldn’t believe he had been possessed by a Shade and almost died.
Shaking his head, he concentrated once more on the screen in front of him. No matter how much he tried to figure out what happened; it obviously wasn’t going to resurface. He needed to just keep going. After all, other than the new wounds on his chest; he felt perfectly fine. In a way, he was glad he couldn’t remember. For the first time in a long time, he was able to sleep through the night and it felt good. No feelings of guilt or monsters haunted his nights. But the biggest bonus of all was the lack of visions. He no longer saw people dying in his mind—and if the Shade did something to stop them; he was grateful.
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Soaring Eagle stepped back as he felt the fury lash out at him. He could feel the emotions rolling off the other—anger—fear—confusion—guilt—sadness. And beneath these feelings was something more, a power he had never witnessed before.
“What has happened to me? How could you do this to me? I don’t want to be here—I don’t belong…”
“I am not sure young one. Everything was done correctly; I don’t understand how this could have happened. But you need to calm down. We must figure out a way to help you before it’s too late.” Soaring Eagle stood silently and watched as the figure in front him took a deep breath.
“Fine Soaring Eagle is it? Why don’t you start by telling me why I saw Dean leave with my—my—body? Am I—am I dead?” The voice quivered slightly as hazel eyes searched the Indian’s face for an answer.
“Not yet Samuel, but if we don’t figure out how to fix this and soon—I’m afraid you and your living self will eventually die or worse.”
Sam shook his head as he finally realized what happened. “You mean I am—that I’ve become a Shade?”
“Yes Samuel; the spirit of the woman must have taken a part of you with her when she fled. I saw her lingering over you for a brief moment, but I had no idea she had the power to do this type of magic.” Soaring Eagle moved to stand beside the young man. He placed a hand on his shoulder trying to comfort him.
The young hunter stood for a moment, the emotions swirling inside him threatening to overwhelm him once more. He struggled to keep them within as his eyes looked out across the river in the direction he had seen his brother go. “I need Dean—he will know what to do…”
Before Soaring Eagle could stop him, Sam ran from the covered bridge and headed towards the entrance to the park. He would find his brother and then things would be all right. It was amazing how quickly he was able to move through the dense forest; his mind processed the lack of movement of the bushes and tree branches as he passed. But he didn’t linger to ponder the wonder of it; he had to get to Dean.
Sam’s eyes lit with hope as he reached the main road. He moved quickly as he worried how far his brother had gone. As he reached the front gate, a strange feeling stole over him. He paused for a moment, a surge of fear making him almost lose his resolve. Shaking his head, he started to walk through the gate.
A searing white pain lanced through his body. His mouth opened in a silent scream as he felt himself being torn apart. As he fell back into the park, he felt a soft hand on his shoulder, pulling him further from the entrance—further from his brother.
“I am sorry Samuel; we cannot leave this place. To do so would mean your destruction—as a Shade, you are as bound to this park as am I.” Soaring Eagle tried to calm the young man in front of him. He sighed as he watched the hope fade from the hazel eyes.
“DEAN!” Sam cried his soul fracturing further as his hope faded.
But the only answer was the whispering sound of the trees as they appeared to mock the trapped young man huddled beneath their gloomy boughs.
Dark Shadow, Sequel to Night Shades
YESSSSSSSS U HURT SAM ALREADYYYYYYYYYYYY , HUH NEVER HEARD OF THAT TOWN, IS IT REAL? OK WHERE DID NICK GO, I TOLD U TO SEND HIM OVER HERE WHEN HE WAS DONE DAMN IT LOL, ALREADY AN ACTION PACKED START SIS, CAN'T WAIT FOR MORE
Unless he gets back to his normal self he is going to be a liability on a hunt!
yep something is off with sam his abilty to focus seems to be off and he gave up hummm is his sprit or soul gone he felt something was missing and now his being attacked and giving up thats not like sam. Great start to the new one i simple cant wait to see what you have up ypur sleeve. 
Have a good day 
