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It was a Sunday morning at the Brinks motel Sam was doing some research while Dean stayed asleep. Sam was tapping away when Dean started to snore. So he tried to block it out but the noises kept coming.

“Dean?” Nothing. “Dean?” Still nothing excepted snoring. “God damn it Dean, shut up.” But Dean just kept on snoring so Sam got up and went over to his bed and picked up a pillow. “Deeaaaan?” All Dean let out was an even bigger snore. So Sam threw the pillow as hard as he could at Deans head. Dean jumped straight up and started to look around for any trouble. Then Sam started to laugh hard.

“What the hell did you do that for Sam!” He got up and started for the bathroom.

Sam’s smile faded as he watched Dean get up. “Where you going?”

“To take a piss! And take a shower.” Sam was surprised that Dean was so mad that he would yell at him. So he walked over to the small table where his laptop was and sat down . A half an hour later Dean came out of the bathroom without a shirt on and his chest was all wet and glistening from his hot shower.

“Find anything?” He said as he searched through his bag for a fresh, clean shirt.

“Um in Charlotte, North Carolina one of the locales claimed they saw a doll chopping up their friend in front of them. And the police thought he was on narcotics and was seeing things. But there had been 23 murders in the last four mouths. The news reports stated that they found the killer but the killings kept coming so….”

Dean looked at him funny. “So what?”

But he kept reading then he spoke. “Well a woman said that she saw a doll that looked just like a doll in the movies called Chucky doll.

“Chucky doll? Wow that creepy fugally looking thing?” Dean got up and moved towards Sam. “Hey look up a picture of that thing, will yah?”

“Yah just give me a sec.” He tapped way and then a picture of that ugly doll came up.

“Eeewww would you look at that.” The doll had red orange hair with bold spots and some of the hair was stapled on. And long gashes along his face and eyes. They had thick stitches in them. He was wearing overalls and a striped shirt. “God he got more uglier than the last time I saw him. Well North Carolina here we come. Pack your bags Sam.”

Sam got up closed his laptop and went over to his bed that was next to his brother. He reached down and put his shoes on his feet. They got packed and headed out the door and for the Impala.

Dean started the engine with a roar and kicked up dust as he screeched out of the Brinks motel.

"So...what do'ya think?...pagan practice?...evil cursed voodoo doll?"

Sam frowned. "I dunno' actually, there’s witness reports but they could all be fake...I’ve never heard of an evil doll before"

"It sure looked evil Sam...and those pot dolls...clowns?" Dean smiled at Sam shudder.

"Thanks Dean, your real kind. " Sam shook his head.

It took them almost 13 hours and 45 minutes and 10 seconds to reach North Carolina, Charlotte...not that Sam had been counting.

Stuck with Dean's out of tune singing and lame attempts to joke would drive anyone over the edge.

"hey, I’m gonna book us in the motel, stay here" Dean left to the luxuriously looking...basically pieces of wood and peeling paint that made the Joyson Inn, Dean scrunched his face up at the ramshackle motel.

Sam watched as Dean wandered into the front office to sign in.

Staring into the alley before him, Sam saw a shadow move.

"what the...?" Sam scrunched his eyes and stared forward, something was there... Suddenly a small figure ran out and across the street into the opposite alley.

Dean had just finished signing in when he saw Sam step out of the car and run across the street, disappearing into the alley. "SAM" Dean ran after his brother as fast as he could. He neared the alley way and saw Sam backed up against the wall, with a large knee high doll held a knife on him. Dean pulled out his gun from the waist of his jeans and opened fire just as the ginger haired doll slashed at Sam.

Dean let out 4 shots just before he saw the doll slice Sam's kneecap. Sam let out a yell and fell to the ground as the doll aimed for Sam’s head Dean shot 6 more into the nasty old doll's head with a splat. The doll fell over, knife fell in the ground straight up. Dean ran over to Sam.

"You ok Sammy?"

"Yah I think so, but my knee hurts." He leaned against the wall as Dean looked at his knee.

"Wow he got you pretty good." He ripped off a piece of his shirt and wrapped it around Sam's leg. Then he got up and walked over to the doll.

"Well all be damned, its that doll from the movie. Can you believe it, the folks were right! Wow."

"Dean..it's freaky...are you sure its dead?" Sam asked wincing.

"I shot it like 10 times Sammy...I dunno. Salt 'n' burn?"

"Yeah...we should"

Dean leaned down and wrapped Sam's arm around his neck as he pulled his little brother up.

"DEAN!" Sam's warning came a second too late as the doll threw the knife and it caught Dean's arm, Dean dropped Sam as he dropped himself and did his best to cover Sam's body with his for protection.

They heard the clatter of the knife as it was left and two pitter-patter's of feet as the doll took off, an evil chuckle in its wake.

Dean lifted himself up, then Sam.

"My god...I hate that little thing...what the hell do you think it was?"

"Real"! Sam said. "It had real skin, real hair...I dunno Dean, but we gotta get outta here"

Dean dragged them both back to the hotel and cleaned each other up.

"Jesus Sam, he got us pretty good...how the hell do we hunt that thing?"

"I dunno..." Sam sighed.

" But I do know one thing...were gonna need help"

"Yah but from who?" Dean said as he was poking at his arm.

"Bobby? He might help us what do you think? He always knows what to do."

"Yah alright call him, but what are you ganna tell him? That we have a crazed doll after us?" Dean started to laugh.

"Don’t know." He picked up his cell and dialed Bobby's number. It rang four times before someone picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Bobby, it Sam."

"Hey Sam, What’s up? Haven’t heard anything from you in a awhile."

"Umm well we’re on a case and we have a problem. There’s a knee, high doll were hunting down. And we need to know a way to get rid of it."

"A doll? Well what kind of doll?"

"Uhh it’s the doll, Chucky doll that in the movies." Sam said as he scratched his head. Then heard Bobby chuckling on the other end.

"Well I’ll see what I can find out for you, but do you know how crazy that sounds?" He started to chuckle again.

"Yes Bobby I know how crazy that sounds. So call me if you hear anything else."

"Will do." Then they both hung up. Then Sam heard Dean's voice. "Well what he say?"

"He thought I was crazy." Then Dean started to laugh.

"You sounded crazy." Then Deans face went from happy to the look of scared. "Sam! Look Out!" But the warning came to late. Just be for he shouted the window behind Sam broke and a that doll came flying at him. And with a knife in hand he jumped on Sam's back. They both fell to the groaned.

Sam dropped to the ground with a yelp, the tip of the blade scratched his shoulder blade. "Ahhh.."

The doll rose the knife above its head and was about to bring it down on Sam's back when Dean landed a kick to its head.

The chucky doll seemed to laugh and turned its head back to Dean, it dropped the knife and instead grabbed Sam's hair and flung his head back with a hiss to smack it against the pavement, Sam was out cold.

The doll laughed again and whilst smiling laid its hands on Sam's temples. A small glow emitted from Sam as the doll breathed in, inhaling the light.

Dean stared wide eyed.

More light emitted from Sam and a smoky glow came out of Sam's mouth and floated up to the doll. Dean didn't waste anymore time, he brought is gun up and aimed it again. The doll froze and let go of Sam, the light flowed back into Sam and his eyes fluttered.

"So you’re vulnerable when your feeding huh?..." Dean spat and fired once.

The doll flipped off Sam and crawled into the broken window behind Sam.

Dean fired a few more times as Sam came back to contiousnous.

"Sammy...?" Dean's worried voice asked.

"Dea...wh' happened...I don’t feel s'good" Sam slowly sat up.

"Easy Sammy, that friggin doll is like a shtrigha...was taking some sort of...essence, or life force from you Sam..."

Dean helped him stand as dizziness took over.

As dizziness took over Sam tipped over into Dean. Knocking them over but Dean found his footing and stopped the fall. "Sammy? You ok?" But all he got was a snort. "Sam did you fart?"

"No! It was a snort."

"What? You’re weird. Do you need me to get you something to drink?" Sam just nodded no.

"But can you help me over to the bed? I’m tired."

"Yah ok Sammy." Dean put his hand over Sam's shoulder and felt a sticky spot. "Sam, did he cut you?"

"Yha...I think so." They walked over to the bed and Dean helped his brother on the bed.

"Hey Sam lay on your side so I can fix your cut." Sam did as he was asked. "Well the cuts not all that deep Sammy." He put a bandage on the cut and got up moved to his own bed near the door. Then he looked over at Sam and found he was sound asleep. "Goodnight Sammy." Dean walked over to the window that was all broken. So he went over to the TV entertainment center and turned it around. Then he wiggled the back of the wood of as quietly as he could so he wouldn’t wake Sam up. When he got it of he wedged it in the window. Then night fell and Dean started to get tired. A few minutes later he to was asleep.

Dean drifted into dreamless sleep, where fire and nightmares raged and Sam still slept.

He was alone, and there was a fire.

Dean shot up straight as sweat plastered his forehead.

"Whoa...intense dream" he mumbled and looked over at Sam.

Sam lay sprawled, tangled among the sheets, face set in a grimace and beads of presperation shone on his face, breathing was ragged and labored.

"Sammy...?"

Dean frowned and shot over to Sam's bed.

Heat radiated from the youngest Winchester as Dean laid a hand on his cheek."No...nonononon...stop...ahhh" Sam whimpered, hands clutched the bed sheets.

"SAM!" Dean felt Sam's heart rate quicken. something was very wrong."DAMMIT SAM WAKE UP!"

Sam's eyes shot open and he gasped, Dean noticed the blood stains on the bed where the wounds had bled again and sighed. Maybe it was a fever...?or maybe whatever that doll did to him was effecting him some way..."Sam..?"

"A fire...there was a fire...youyou were alone and I couldn't get to you" Sam shivered.

Dean stood back. "I-I had the same dream Sam..."

They stared at each other frightened for a few seconds.

"that thing did something Dean...to both of us" Sam swallowed.

Suddenly they heard a light chuckle from outside the broken window.A look of fear crossed their faces...