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Dean stood there in silence, not sure what to do. He's been betrayed by his own flesh and blood and he was enraged by it. The fact still remains if it is truly Sam. His brother wouldn't watch Dean can't turn into a monster, and wouldn't lie about all the things he's been doing. If he lied about other things, was he lying about being cursed?
"Dean," my voice was soft, treading carefully with my words.
"Help me get him up," he responded, dismissing my comment, before he leaned down to the ground, ready to grip hold of his brother. I couldn't say no to him, he needs someone to help him. And right now it was me. I came around to the left side, as Dean got to the right. We hauled him up and warped his arms around our necks and began to drag him from the house. God, he was heavy, I wouldn't like to think about his full weight that I would have to drag. This was now affecting my demonic side, and soon enough I would be like the rest of them.
We managed to get him to the Impala and threw him into the back seats, still unconscious - he would be for a while. Dean slammed the door shut and headed around the car as I opened the passenger side door and slid in - closing it once I was comfy. A weird feeling riding up front with Dean. I was pulled from my thoughts as the door slammed shut, and I noticed Dean shoving the key into the ignition. He was still mad, and I think he will be for a while. The roar of the engine came to life, and we were off. I stayed silent on the way back to the motel room. I was forced to speak the truth back there, and how I was currently feeling about Sam and him being back.
In no time we pulled into the motel and rushed Sam in before anyone could see what we were doing. Dean grabbed a chair from nearby and sat him on it, before tying his hands behind, securing him in the chair. Once he is done, Dean leans back up, and turns around, wiping a hand down his face.
"Cas!" Dean yells in the room. "Get your feathery ass down here now!" Dean's tone was urgent, and it was clear in his voice. Suddenly, a flapping sound echoed within my ear, making me turn on the spot to see Cas behind me.
"We have a problem," I state, stepping backwards, allowing Cas to see Sam tied to a chair. "A bloody problem," Cas could now see Sam clearly, seeing him all bloody. He walks on over to the unconscious Sam - checking him over. Dean gave Cas the quick load down on what currently happened.
"You're right. He looks terrible," Cas states, his face mere inches from Sam's as he began to stir awake. Sam groans a few times, definitely feeling the pain in his face. "You did this?" Cas questioned, turning his head to look over to Dean who was leaning against the wall. Sam began to come around a bit more, his eyes focusing on Cas.
"I'm surprised he stopped," I retorted, still not knowing how he willed himself from killing Sam.
"Cas?" He asks in confusion. "What's-" Sam tugs at his restraints while grunting. Cas latches his left hand onto his forehead, opening his eyes to examine him. "Let me go," Sam states.
"Has he been feverish?" Cas asks, probably asking either myself or Dean.
