Early next morning, Sam and Dean walked into the Avenger's tower.
"Hi, we're here to see our uncle, Tony Stark," Dean said to the clerk.
The woman looked up with a bored expression.
"And my part-time job is being Captain America," the clerk said, "Get lost."
"We're actually his nephews, though. Our father is his brother," Dean reasoned.
"Okay. I'm only going to say this once. Leave, or I'll call security. I'm not falling for the stupid-ass excuse of being the relatives of Tony Stark..."
Sam grabbed the clerk by the arm.
"I would appreciate it if you let us through," Sam said, staring at her.
The clerk leaned away from Sam as her temperament quickly turned docile.
"Of course. Enjoy your time with your uncle," the clerk said, clearing them to go up.
Sam flashed a polite smile and headed towards the elevator.
"What was that," Dean asked, glancing at Sam.
"What was what," Sam asked.
"That thing you did back there," Dean said, pointing towards the desk, "What was it?"
"I just asked her to let us through. I don't know what you're on about," Sam shrugged.
Dean continued staring at him.
"Do it to me," Dean said, extending his hand.
"Do what to you, Dean," Sam asked.
"The thing you did back there," Dean said, "Do it to me."
Sam rolled his eyes and grabbed his wrist.
"Can you please let this go," Sam asked.
"No."
"Of course you won't," Sam said sarcastically.
The elevator opened, and they went to their rooms. Sam got undressed and climbed into bed, falling asleep almost immediately. Dean was overreacting. He didn't do anything to that clerk... Right? After a couple of hours, Dean woke up. He grunted and sat up while checking the time. Why the hell was he awake?
"Sam," Dean said, getting up.
He went to his room and was about to knock, except something told him to walk in. Dean opened the door slowly and heard whispering. He quickly shoved the door open, searching the dark before turning on the light. Sam was in bed, alone.
"Sammy," Dean said, stepping in his room cautiously.
As he got closer, Dean heard the whispering increase. It wasn't even English.
"Sam... Shit," Dean hissed, grabbing his brother's head.
Sam's eyelids fluttered like he was having a seizure. Dean called out for help before hearing footsteps rush in.
"What happened," Tony asked, kneeling beside him.
"I don't know... He just started seizing out of the blue," Dean explained.
Tony checked his mouth, making sure there was no food or liquid in there. He placed a pillow under his neck.
"Sam, it's your uncle Tony. Dean is here as well. We're going to get you checked out," Tony said calmly.
"He didn't mention anything beforehand," Dean said, clearly panicking.
"Dean, I need you to calm down," Tony said, "JARVIS, contact paramedics for me."
"Yes, sir," JARVIS said.
"Does he often have seizures," Tony asked, turning to Dean.
"No, he's really healthy," Dean said.
"Did anything trigger this, maybe," Tony asked.
"Fuck. I don't know," Dean said, shaking his head.
Tony licked his lips stressfully and finally listened to Sam's speech.
"JARVIS, what language is Sam Winchester speaking," Tony asked.
"It appears to be broken up Enochian," JARVIS said, "An ancient biblical language."
"Cancel the paramedics and record the whisperings," Tony said, standing up, "Dean, make sure Sam doesn't hit his head on anything while I'm gone."
"Where are you going," Dean asked, watching him leave the room.
Tony went to the kitchen to turn off the schedule-timed humidifier.
"JARVIS, air out the room," Tony said.
"Right away, sir," JARVIS said.
Then he grabbed something from his hunter's chest and returned to the room.
"Okay. Listen very carefully. I'm going to shove some liquid down his throat," Tony said.
"He'll choke," Dean said.
"Even if he chokes, he'll drink it. That's what we want," Tony said, pulling out the vial, "I need you to hold him. Don't let go until I say so."
Dean grabbed Sam's stiff limbs as Tony poured the vial of liquid in his mouth. A sound of hissing was heard before Sam cried out in pain.
"What the hell is happening," Dean asked.
"Hold him," Tony said, pushing Sam down.
Dean tried to keep his brother restrained as he fought against him. Finally, Sam went limp and passed out. Tony gave a breath of relief.
"Was that supposed to happen," Dean asked.
"More or less," Tony said.
"What was in that," Dean asked, nodding to the vial next to him.
"I remember, John mentioning one of his kids having demon blood in his system," Tony explained, "The air humidifier was probably hurting him. So I... I fed him more."
Dean snapped his head to Tony in disbelief.
"You what," Dean snapped.
"Dean, if I didn't give him more, Sam would've gone crazy," Tony reasoned, pressing a finger on Sam's vein, "Or he would've died."
"The Enochian, though? He doesn't know any Enochian," Dean said.
"That one, I have no idea. Hopefully, we can find a way to translate it," Tony said.
Dean's eyes trailed over to the side in deep thought.
"I have a friend that can help."
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Family Lines
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