Surprise! (I bet you weren't expecting me to update THIS story.)

I tried to post this earlier, but our internet went down so I had to wait until I got to school.

Anyway, enjoy ...


Chapter 11: Necessary Measures

This was humiliating. Necessary or not, it was still freaking humiliating.

"Are you done yet?" Dean called through the small door.

"No." Sam growled back throwing his t-shirt with his coat in the corner of the bathroom stall.

He pushed himself over to the support bar on the wall. Gripping it with one arm, he silently thanked his dad's lessons on strength training as he held himself up long enough to get his jeans halfway off. He heard the main door swing open and someone knocked on the stall door.

"Hey Sam," Alex said, "I found some clothes for you."

He held the bundle over the stall door long enough for Sam to reach out and grab it. Lifting the garment for a better look, the young hunter began to wonder if this was some kind of joke.

"THIS is the best you could do?"

"It's a voodoo shop, not Men's Warehouse." Alex shot back. "What did you expect?"

"Um …" Sam fingered the beaded strip at the top, "not a skirt."

"It's traditional." Alex protested.

"This is one of the reasons I am SO glad we don't practice actual voodoo." Paul commented quietly.

"Come on, Sammy." Dean called cheerfully. "Show your true colors."

"Shut up, jerk." Sam muttered, reluctantly pulling on the skirt.

"Are all your clothes here?" Alex asked, placing his hand under the door to indicate the pile.

"Yeah." Sam answered, trying to figure out how the skirt was supposed to go on.

He thought about asking where the big slit went, but Dean already had enough to tease him for the next few years and there was no need to add to it.

"Anything of value in your pockets?" Alex questioned.

Sam glanced over to see the pile was gone. Remembering he had left both his wallet and cell phone in the Impala, he returned his focus to his new clothes.

"No, why-"

Suddenly he heard the distinct sound of something bursting into flames. Great, there goes ANOTHER pair of jeans. Can this night getting any worse? Glancing down at his new outfit, Sam shuddered at the thought.

Once satisfied with the skirt, Sam maneuvered his way out of the stall and into the crowded main area. Paul was standing under the smoke detector with his hands raised and eyes closed, murmuring some sort of incantation. Alex was standing next to the garbage can, watching the flames as they began to die down. Dean however, was leaning against the counter, grinning at him.

"Wow, Sammy, it really brings out your eyes."

"Shut up." He grumbled, wheeling himself towards the door.

"Hold up there." Alex called over, not taking his eyes off the fire. "Wait until we're finished."

"For what?"

Alex opened his mouth, but was cut off by his younger, irritated, counterpart.

"Brûler maintenant, expliquer plus tard!" (Burn now, explain later)

"Calmez-vous, mon frère." Alex grinned calmly at the chanting teen. "Avez-vous été à nouveau boire du café? Tu savez la caféine n'est pas votre ami." (Calm yourself, my brother. Have you been drinking coffee again? You know caffeine is not your friend.)

Paul opened one eye to glare at the other bokor.

"Ne me faites pas tu blesser"(Do not make me hurt you)

"Bring it, Tiny Tim." Alex challenged, putting out the fire with a wave of his hand.

"For the last time," Paul growled, massaging his shoulders, "I'm NOT short. I'm above average."

"For a leprechaun."

Answering with a one fingered salute, Paul led the way out of the restroom. Murmuring something under his breath, Alex started to push Sam's chair out the door.

"What the h^&%!" Dean exclaimed.

Startled at the sudden outburst, Sam leaned over the side of the wheelchair to see what was wrong. His brother was standing inside the bathroom door, a look of fear and anger on his face.

"What happened to Sam!" He demanded.

Even more startled by the question, Sam tried to turn the chair around to face Dean, but Alex held it tight. Shooting the bokor an annoyed look, he decided to go with the next best thing.

"Dean, I'm fine."

Practically jumping at the sound of Sam's voice, Dean glared at the two bokors. What was his problem?Holding up his hands, Paul took a step forward.

"Calm down," he said gently, "your brother is right here."

"Then how come I can't see him?" Dean snapped.

Sam caught his breath. Dean couldn't see him? Was this something Damion did? Was it a curse on him or Dean? Was his brother going to go blind?

"Sam breath." Alex instructed. "It's okay, we did it."

"Well undo it!" Dean growled.

"He's fine. It's an illusion, that's it. He is still there, but now only bokor's can see him." Paul explained. "We just thought he wouldn't like a store full of people to see him wearing a skirt. We will only leave it up until we get to the car."

Couldn't argue there. It was bad enough that the three of them saw him without having to add a few dozen strangers. Then again, he knew how his big brother got if he was out of sight, especially when someone was after them. This was going to be a very long trip to the car.

"Would it help for him to hold your hand?" Alex suggested.

"Oh yeah," Dean scoffed, "holding an invisible hand, that's not creepy at all."

"Dude, I'm fine. Really."

"Shut up, Sam."

Rolling his eyes, Sam tried again.

"Dean-"

"No, seriously shut up. Your disembodied voice is starting to freak me out."

Despite the severity of their situation, Sam couldn't help but laugh at the way Dean kept looking around, trying to figure out where he was.

"This is so not funny." Dean grumbled, moving past Sam to stand near Paul.

Unable to resist, Sam reached out and tugged on the corner of his brother's jacket as he went by causing Dean to jump slightly.

"Sam," Alex scolded, "quite teasing your brother."

Chuckling, he agreed to behave himself and the group headed to the car. As they made their way through the store, Sam started to feel bad for messing with Dean. He could see how tense his brother was as he alternated between scanning for dangers and trying to figure out where Sam was. For him, the car couldn't come soon enough.

"Okay," Alex said cheerfully, opening the back door of the car, "in we go."

While Paul held the chair still, Sam maneuvered his way onto the back seat and looked up to see if Dean could see him yet. Based on his troubled posture, he was guessing the answer was no.

"Um, you can relax now." Paul said, folding up the chair. "We dropped the illusion once he was in the car."

"Yeah, I can see that." Dean shot back. "I was just wondering if it would be safer for you to leave it up."

"Dude," Paul started, rolling his eyes as he shut the chair in the trunk, "we can't maintain it indefinitely. We would pass out first."

"Yeah," Alex agreed, "it's the spell version of a gas guzzler. Besides, it has as much protection power as a bed sheet."

"What?" Dean asked, turning toward the older bokor.

"Invisible and invincible are two very different things." Alex replied. "I mean, just because people can't see him doesn't mean he can't get a spell educed heart attack, or catch a stray bullet in a drive by, or fall out of his chair and crack his head open-"

"Alex," Paul cut him off, clearly noticing how pale Dean had become, "stop helping."


Well, that is all for now.

Let me know what you think and I will get the next part up as soon as I can.