Set after 8x6 (Southern Comfort)
What if Sam has to obey Dean's every command and the more Sam resists the more he hurts , he starts getting sick and both Sam and Dean have no idea whats going on.
Spoilers for season 8
No I dont own anything but the plot.
Enjoy!
Dean took an other swing of the beer and placed the bottle on the table to rub his knuckles which still hurt from punching Sam in the face. He kept telling himself that it wasn't him , it was because of that friggin' coin that he said out all those things but deep down he knew that he really meant them. He certainly had been thinking about all those things.
He chuckled sarcastically when he remembered his words ...
Sammy's greatest hits..., yeah it was definitely him talking.
He was so lost in thought that he didn't realise the waitress that he had been flirting with earlier was now staring at him , he gave her one of his charming smiles. She was tall and too petite and actually very pretty , she had long blonde hair that she flipped to her side and cocked her hip at him.
This will be a good enough distraction to forget the crappy day he had been having.
"Why so worried honey " she asked as she picked up his empty bottle and replaced it with another one.
"Now that you're here , I'm all better" Dean said as he lifted the bottle to his lips and took a long sip. He suddenly began to feel very dizzy . Well it was his third bottle but normally he could hold his liquor quite well , Sammy was the one who was the lightweight.
"Now why dont you tell me whats worrying you " She asked batting her eyelashes at him , she dropped her cleaning cloth on the table and began to massage Dean's shoulders.
Suddenly Dean had the urge to tell her why he was in such a rotten mood.
"It's my brother , he's disappointed me allot lately , ...He's changed so much "
Dean said sadly as he remembered the Sammy who was once sleeping in the Impala and they started a whole prank battle when Dean had stuck a spoon in his mouth and snapped a picture . That was his Sammy. The one who would have looked for him when he was in purgatory.
"How has he changed ?" The waitress asked as she continued to massage him and Dean groaned in pleasure , she was actually really, really good at this .
"He used to listen to me, you know there was a time that I actually mattered in his life , ...Now he left me to rot just for some girl and a dog"
Dean said angrily .
The waitress stopped massaging his shoulders and gracefully slid into the chair infront of him, Dean was sure that he was really drunk because the room was beginning to spin on him and he didn't feel like calling Sam to pick him up. How could he call Sam after all he had said to him.
"What if your brother would listen to every single thing you would tell him, what if you could matter in his life again " The waitress asked him , her blue eyes strangely curious , why the hell was this lady so curious about him and Sam's relationship , she was probably trying to make him feel better.
Dean chuckled "Yeah right that's not happening any time soon" ..."alright I better get going , thanks for the therapy session although most girls are only interested in where I'm staying for the night " Dean said as he got up , and almost immediately sat back because the room wouldn't stop spinning.
The waitress was back behind him and resumed his massaging .
"Honey you're quite drunk , I think you should call your brother to pick you up, I'm sure he'll listen to you"
"I wish he could listen to me like he used to , I wish I could get the old Sammy back " Dean said in a dazed state and as soon as he said out those words , the girl kissed him on the cheek and left.
Dean frowned , why the hell was he telling all this to some random chick who hadn't even given him her number , this is really odd he thought , normally the only reason girls were interested in him was to sleep with him...Obviously. He thought.
He tried to stand straight again and after a few tries he managed it , shrugging he picked up the Impala's keys and tossing some change on the table he left.
He knew he shouldn't be driving , but the motel was only a few blocks away and who cares ...He already had a very crappy day, what's the worse that could happen.
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Sam sighed as he cleaned the blood from his face, his nose wasn't that messed up as he had anticipated . Dean's words kept spinning in his mind.
Everything that you've ever done since you climbed in my ride has been to deceive me...
Lets go through some of Sammy's greatest hits.
Drinking demon blood , check.
Being in cahoots with Ruby , check.
Not telling me you lost your soul or how about running around with Samuel for a whole year .
Let me think that you were dead while you were doing all kinds of crazy Sam.
Sam clutched the sink and gritted his jaws as Dean's voice practically screamed in his head...Those aren't mistakes Sam , those are choices.
Sam had been sure that Dean was gonna kill him and he probably would have if Garth hadn't intervened. Shaking his head to clear his mind , Sam sighed and decided to quickly change and go to bed before Dean comes back , things will be really awkward and tense for a while.
As he was making his way to his bead an intense pain sparked in his head , so intense that he let out a scream and his knees buckled . He clutched his head with both his hands while sitting on his knees, through the pain he felt a girl's voice repeating one word over and over again...Obey, obey , obey ,obey. OBEY YOUR BROTHER.
And then he gratefully passed out as the motel floor rose up to meet him.
He was vaguely aware of someone shaking his shoulder , then he heard Dean's voice and saw Dean kicking him softly.
"Sam , wake up , ...Sam "
"Stop kicking me , I'm awake "
Sam got up , confused as to why he was lying on the floor , he was sure that he had laid down on the bed or at leat going towards the bed.
"What the hell are you doing on the floor" Dean slurred , Sam looked at his brother and frowned when he saw that Dean was visibly drunk, really drunk. How he managed to drive was beyond Sam's comprehension.
"Did I punch you too hard " Dean asked while smiling , Sam rolled his eyes .
"I must have tripped or something ...I really dont remember sleeping on the floor" Sam said as he ran a hand through his hair and got up and sat on the bed. Dean staggered to his own bed and slumped into it.
"Dean you're really drunk" Sam said ..
"wow Samantha thanks for pointing that out" Dean said as he crashed on the bed with his shoes still on .
Sam went to Dean's bed to pull off his shoes when Dean muttered something.
"what ?"Sam asked .
"Cut your hair , Samantha " Dean slurred and Sam rolled his eyes once again.
As he placed Dean's shoes and socks on the floor , the thought of cutting his hair seemed very reasonable , he was getting very ...Shabby and since they have to pose as FBI agents he should look, more like an officer and less like a punk rock star. Nodding to himself he opened the first aid kit in the bathroom , took out the scissors and began cutting his hair.
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Dean groaned as he finished his third round of heaving , he had woken up with a major hangover , Sam had already left to pick up breakfast before Dean woke up and now he was desperately desiring some coffee . He raised his head from the toilet when he heard the door open .
"Sam did you bring coffee " he asked
"yeah " he heard Sam's reply and noise of papers bags. He quickly got up and stumbled out of the toilet only to stand frozen outside as he looked at Sam .
"Sam ...You cut your hair " he asked shocked because it looked exactly like the Sam seven years ago , with his forehead covered in his bangs and he suddenly remembered one of those pictures that they had with Sam fresh out of Stanford .
"Wow , didn't realise that cutting your hair could do such a big difference" Dean said as he sat down at the table and took out his coffee out of the paper bag.
"Yeah " Sam said as he ran a hand through his hair " Im not so thrilled right now , I mean last night the thought of cutting off my hair seemed pretty reasonable but now I really , really regret it ,... All because of your stupid idea " Sam said dismayed .
Dean frowned , he vaguely remembered telling Sam to cut off his hair last night , hell he had been telling that to him for months.
Sam sighed "I dont know why I did that " . He slumped into the chair.
"hey cheer up Sam , trust me its a good change , you look like the old you " Dean said clearly enjoying how miserable Sam was on such a simple matter.
"hahaha , finally , now I can stop calling you Samantha" Dean said while laughing when suddenly he felt nauseous and bolted for the bathroom and then it was Sam's turn to laugh.
"Shut up Sam " Dean growled when as he came out of the bathroom, but Sam continued to laugh and Dean picked up a pillow and threw it at him.
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A week later.
"So are you sure its a vamp nest " Dean asked Sam who was sitting on the motel bed typing on the laptop.
"Yeah , I hacked into the police data base and the report says that the victims had bite marks on their bodies and they were drained of blood , the bodies were buried in an old salvage yard and a mechanic's dog discovered them "
Sam paused as he scrolled down the page .
"I'm gonna search for abandoned buildings , warehouses near the site of the salvage yard." Sam said as he typed on the laptop while Dean sat on the table eating Sam's leftover pizza.
"Yeah I found two abandoned warehouses in a fifty mile radius of the crime scene"
"Alright then , lets go behead some vampires " Dean said enthusiastically while rubbing his hands and then cleaning them on his jeans.
Sam however was not feeling as enthusiastic for the hunt as Dean , these past couple of days had been really weird for him , he would get occasional stabbing pains in his head and he had been feeling tired and withdrawn.
However he and Dean were finally getting along , it seemed that Dean had taken out all his anger on Sam thanks to that cursed coin so none of it was building up inside of him anymore. They were finally getting back to their old selves .But something was definitely bugging Sam and he couldn't put his finger on it. Maybe he should visit the local hospital or some small clinic. These pains in his head were definitely getting worse. He decided not to mention them to Dean since he seemed so happy for the hunt.
Sam noded while getting up and closing the laptop.
Sam waited in the Impala for Dean to come back, Dean had told him to wait while he went to scour the warehouse and check if this was the one. Sam wanted to go with him but the pain in his head suddenly increased a notch so that he decided to stay and wait for Dean to come back and when he sat in the car the pain immediately disappeared which was really weird.
He was pulled from his thoughts by the creaking of the door and Dean came in.
"Nah ..., its not this one , must be the other one " Dean said as the Impala's engine roared to life. He frowned when he looked at Sam.
"Dude , you feeling alright ,...You look kinda pale " Dean said and then smiled mockingly at Sam .
"Dont tell me that sensitive stomach of yours is upset again "
Sam rolled his eyes at his brother who began to reverse the Impala out of the clearing.
"No , my stomach's fine ...But something , something weird is happening to me Dean , I've been getting these headaches "
"Like the visions " Dean asked quickly , his face lined with concern.
"No , not like those , um this is different , but dont worry I'm sure its nothing "
Dean noded.
A few minutes later he stopped the Impala at the next warehouse.
Sam opened the Impala door to get out but paused when he saw that Dean was still sitting in the Impala and by the expression on Dean's face Sam knew that he was gonna say something that Sam was not going to like .
"Sam since you're not feeling well , I think you should stay in the car "
Sam turned to Dean surprised , he knew what this was about , since Dean had come back from the purgatory he had been like this , he thought that he could take on anything , he had become more reckless and Sam knew that purgatory had changed Dean .
"Dean , you cant be serious , im not sitting ducks in the car while you go and take a vamp's nest on your own , you need backup " Sam said , but Dean shook his head.
"...And besides I'm feeling much better now " Sam lied because , just then the annoying stab of pain came back .
"Sam trust me , I can take a vamp's nest , " Dean said impatiently "You dont know what it was like in purgatory , every minute, every second something could come out of the shadows and jump you , I had to sleep with one eye open Sam ..."
"Dean..." Sam began ignoring the pain that had suddenly risen an octave or two.
"No Sam , you've been out of the game for over a year and you're already looking pale "
Saying that he stepped out of the impala , circling to the back to get out the machete . Sam got out and followed him .
"Dean I'm coming and you can't stop me " Sam said angrily and winced at the pain in his head , what the hell was wrong with him ? One minute he was fine and the next minute he felt as if his head was gonna burst.
"No Sam , you're staying in the car " Dean said , his voice rising ." You're sick , i can see it on your face and the only reason I'm saying this is so that you dont drop your gun or worse , collapse during the hunt , I dont want to be distracted , worrying about your ass even though you were not worried about me when I was in purgatory."
Dean finished as he slammed the trunk shut and began to walk towards the warehouse without glancing behind to see if Sam was following him.
Sam just stood by the Impala , getting angry at Dean but more at himself , he cursed himself for his weakness , the pain was steadily increasing but how could he let Dean go into a nest of blood sucking freaks without someone watching his back , he opened the trunk and took out a machete and gun having darts laced with dead man's blood. He would just shoot the vamps from a distance because he knew that in his current state , he wouldn't be able to take them head on but he decided to take the machete just in case.
He began to cross the road and nearly collapsed when the pain in his head reached an unbearable level but he willed himself to go on for Dean .
By the time he reached the warehouse , he was panting and gasping for breath , he knew he was running a high fever, the pain had spread to every joint , every muscle of his body , he pinched his drenched shirt irritated by how it was sticking to his sweaty body . His hands were shaking and he nervously shifted the machete between them afraid that he might drop it.
When he peered through the broken , dusty window of the warehouse he stifled a sudden gasp because Dean was tied to a pole int he centre of the warehouse and he was surrounded by at least six vampires ,two were feeding on him while the rest stood impatiently waiting for their turn. Four vamps were sprawled on the floor beeheaded.
Suddenly a bald vampire turned his head towards the window and Sam dropped to the ground just in time. Sam was at an advantage here , he had the element of surprise. If only he was not worried about collapsing any second, he could easily take those vamps down.
Sam closed his eyes and took a deep breath , but the pain in his head was not ebbing , not by a long shot . Alright...He had two dart guns and a machete. He took the machete in one hand and gun in the other. Suddenly he heard Dean scream and in a second he was at the door of the warehouse. He shot three vamps in the back who immediately went down , the bald vamp was by Sam's side in an instant and Sam swung his machete and the vamp's head rolled off leaving Sam to flinch at the sputter of blood on his face.
He heard Dean shout out his name and the next thing he knew the vamp who had been feeding on Dean was now in his face , Sam would have chopped his head off but he couldn't take the pain any more, instated of swinging his machete he ended up groaning and clutching his head between his hands, he closed his eyes trying to make the pain stop , he heard the vamp laughing and he screamed as he felt razor sharp teeth digging into his neck.
TBC (?)
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