Prologue
"Okay, come pick me up." Sam sounded like he was moving around and Dean rolled his eyes. In his mind, he couldn't see how Genie could be so dangerous and he knew he didn't need Sam's help.
"Nah, I'm just gonna stop and check it out quick. I'll be back soon." And with that he hung up the phone. He was sure Sam would be annoyed when he got back but he just needed some time for himself. The night before he had another dream featuring himself and Sam doing not so brotherly things and he needed some space to clear his head. Because every time he looked at Sam, all he could picture was Sam holding his hands above his head as Sam dominated him; Sam and him cuddling after long night filled with them making love; Sam declaring his love for Dean. Dean knew that it was all a dream, but he couldn't stop what his mind conjured whenever he looked at his little brother.
Dean sighed, running a hand down his face, his green eyes were darkened by the troubles running through his mind. He got to the abandoned building and parked the car, his eyes running over the place. If there was a Djinn in there, there were surely a lot of places to hide. Depending on how many victims he had. With narrowed eyes, Dean got out of the car and went to the trunk where he got out his silver knife and slowly dipped it into the lamb's blood Sam insisted they got when he suspected it could be a Djinn. He didn't bother grabbing anything else, he knew nothing else would help him.
"Let's just get this over with," he sighed to himself as he strode to the doors ahead. He turned on his flashlight and kept the knife at the ready. It didn't take long before an odd sensation ran down his spine. He was being watched. He stopped and tilted his head a little before whirling around a corner, ready to plunge the knife into whatever was there but the hallway was empty. Dean frowned, he had be sure that there had been someone there. But then he got shoved forward into the wall and he gasped, knocking his elbow back into the head of whatever was holding him. He managed to turn around and saw a man (if he could be called that) extremely tatted up with glowing blue eyes.
"Well, aren't you beautiful?" Dean smirked but then groaned as he went flying back into the wall, the Djinn's foot still in the air. Dean blinked and then thing was in front of him, his hand glowing and trying to touch Dean. Dean struggled and tried to push the man's arm away but despite his strength, the Djinn barely moved. Then the glowing hand touched Dean's forehead and things started to go blurry.
"Sammy," he mumbled before going unconscious.