My Dear Dean!
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any of its characters. I only own my own characters and the plot and storyline.
Summary: Zachariah cast a spell on Sam making him head over heels for Dean. The boys go to Bobby for Castiel who takes them to Kotone, a true blood necromancer.
WARNING!
Major OOC for Sam! You have been warned!
Story 1: My Dear Dean!
One-Shot
"God damn it! Sammy! Get off me! I'm trying to drive!" Dean shoved Sam's face out of his way just in time to make a turn so they don't get squashed by a truck. The truck man stuck his head out his window and cursed before driving off. Sam was thrown back against his seat and forced to put his seat belt on. He pouted and crossed his arms. Tears glistening at the corners of his eyes, apparently Sam doesn't take rejection really well. A sigh escaped Dean's lips as he turned into Bobby's town.
"We're going to get you fixed as soon as possible, Sammy." Dean reassured. Suddenly loud bawling can be heard as Sam began crying.
"Why? Why won't you return my love! I love you Dean! I love you!" Sam shouted at the top of his lungs. Dean winced and mentally cursed Zachariah. It all started five days ago when Dean and Sam bumped into Zachariah. They exchanged greetings and words as usual but for some reason unknown to man Zachariah felt the need to put Sam in a love spell. And the target of the love spell just turned out to be Dean! Now they're driving down to Bobby's to find Castiel. He decided to stay with Bobby for a while, and he's the only who can get Sam fixed before his clinging and tantrums become a bigger problem. For the five days ride, Sam has been hugging him, cooing him, and kissing his face. Dean had taken so many of those that it's enough to last him two life times.
He turned slightly to see Sam pouring salt water down his eyes and his mouth open in a scream of incoherent words. He suddenly lurched forward and hid his face in his hands as his bawling was muffled. He kicked the front of the car several times.
"Hey! Watch what you're kicking!" Dean screamed. "The Impala is fragile!" His voice rose. Sam stopped his bawling and turned robotically towards Dean. He had that glint in his eyes the way women do when they're having mood swings. Dean gulped. Wrong move, smartass! You should have let him kick it all he wants! His brain warned him.
"Really?" Sam's voice was surprisingly calm but dangerous.
"Uhhh… look… Sammy… let's just get along…. We're almost there to Bobby's… Come on!" Dean tried but Sam just sat up straighter and looked at Dean with that look women give to men on occasions like this.
"Really? The Impala is fragile, huh?" He asked again. Not sure if looking at him is the right choice, Dean kept his face forward on the road.
"Uhhh… I didn't mean that, Sam." He tried again.
"The Impala is so fragile that I can't even kick it? Yet my heart and love isn't!" Sam was beginning another episode. Dean can feel it coming up. He instinctively drove faster hoping Bobby's house will come in view before Sam gets too into it.
"Really, Dean? The Impala is more fragile than ME!" He shouted the last word. Furious Sam grabbed Dean's arm and tugged harshly on it. The car swerved off the lane and into the next. Several cars honked their ass as Dean tried his best to not get them killed.
"SAM! LET GO! WE'RE GOING TO DIE!" Dean shouted in panic. Sam tugged harder.
"I don't care! You love the Impala more than me anyway! Then there's no meaning to me living anymore! I'm taking you with me if we die!" Sam shouted and tugged so hard Dean was practically on his side of the car. Dean tried to pull back as he tried to stay on the right lane. The two tugged back and forth before Dean pushed Sam into the door and pulled back with absolute force. Sam whined at the lost but huffed in anger instantly. He pulled his fist back and punched the side of Dean's head just as they made it into Bobby's driveway. Dean landed against the window and pulled the steering wheel to the left crashing them into Bobby's house slightly.
Hearing the mild crash, Bobby rushed out to see what happened. Trailing behind him was Castiel. There they spotted the Impala slightly touching Bobby's house. Bobby breathed a sigh of relief for his house and panic rushed into his veins for the boys inside the Impala. Both him and Castiel rushed forward and grabbed open the doors. Dean fell out gripping his head and Sam marched his way out of the car and walked around the car with his hands on his hips.
"You deserved that asshole!" Sam shouted. Dean got up and glared at Sam.
"What are you crazy! We could have died if we weren't already at Bobby's house!" Dean shouted back. He's had enough. Sam is driving him crazy.
"BOYS!" Bobby shouted. They both turned to him, and then looked at Castiel who stood there with the same neutral face.
"What!"
"What is going on?" He asked simply. Dean nursed his head, took a look at Sam, and then turned to Castiel.
"We need your help. Zachariah placed some kind of love spell on Sam. Now he won't leave me alone. He keeps insisting that I don't love him enough and every time I talk to someone he insists that I'm cheating on him!" Dean shouted.
"You cheater!" Sam shouted and kicked the back of Dean's leg.
"Argh!" Dean fell forward. Then stood up instantly and turned around.
"I'M NOT CHEATING ON YOU! I CAN'T CHEAT ON YOU! BECAUSE WE'RE BROTHERS! NOT LOVERS!" He shouted. Bobby scratched his beard but offered them to step inside to figure it out. Dean huffed out another breath before stomping his way into Bobby's front door. Feeling the intense anger Sam's mood suddenly changed. He trailed behind Dean like a lost puppy with the tearing eyes.
"~Dean~… Please… ~I'm sorry~ ~Dean~" Sam caught up to Dean and tugged on his jacket. Dean ignored him and sat down on Bobby's couch. Castiel followed close behind them to observe Zachariah's work. Bobby, the actual owner of the place, walked in after them and shut the door tight.
"OK… let me get this straight." Bobby said but he stopped as he watched as Sam practically climbs onto Dean and begged like a puppy. Sam's arms snaked around Dean's neck and he began nuzzling against his face begging for forgiveness. Dean groaned and pushed him away which made him cry even more. Several wails later Dean gave in and sighed, he placed his arm around Sam's waist and hugged him close by placing his other arm on his back. Feeling the hug Sam nuzzled even harder into Dean's face and settled there. He purred in content.
"There, there, I forgive you…. Calm down…" Dean tried saying something he swore years ago he would never say. Bobby resisted the urge to laugh and sat down across from them. He cleared his throat to get the two boys' attention.
"If I may…" he suggested. Sam settled in more comfortably on Dean's lap and nodded his head. "Let me get this straight. Zachariah, the angel, placed a love spell on Sam and his object of affection is you?" Bobby spoke to Dean. Sam smiled a big wide smile of confirmation while Dean just nodded. Bobby sighed. Castiel bewildered stood by Bobby's side of the couches and stared at Sam.
"I've never seen this before. Zachariah never cast spells on humans. He plays them but he never does this…" Castile began looking at Sam like a specimen. Feeling a bit of rage, Dean wrapped his arms tightly around Sam. Thinking Dean as finally decided to accept him Sam cuddled even closer into Dean's body.
"Cas… I need you to break this spell for us." Dean said. Sam shot up and gripped the front of Dean's shirt.
"NO!" He shouted immediately. "NO! You can't! I love you, Dean! Can't you get it! I love you!" Sam begged. Dean pointed at Sam.
"See?" Dean asked the other two. Bobby and Castiel nodded. They do see and it's quite amusing they thought. Not a single trace of disgust was there even though they expected it.
"It's not that simple, Dean… An angel's spell is hard to break."
"Can't you do it?"
"No… Zachariah is much more powerful than me and angels aren't allowed to meddle with each other's spells. You need a specialist from the human world to do that."
"Well, is there one?" Dean asked as he pushed Sam's face away from him so he wouldn't kiss him.
"There used to be." Castiel said. Dean looked confused.
"What do you mean used to be?" He asked in a dangerous tone.
"The specialists that I'm talking about are people from a couple decades ago. Like ten to twenty decades ago. They are called True Blooded Necromancers." Castiel explained.
"Necromancers?" Dean asked. By now Sam had settled for just nuzzling against his neck which wasn't much of a problem. Dean still felt jittery and uncomfortable but it was better than Sam whining like a lovesick puppy. "Aren't necromancers supposed to be people who raise the dead?"
"Human necromancers are people who raise the dead. A True Blooded Necromancer is also human but they are the bridge between the living and the dead. They are able to perform many different things that an angel or a demon can't. For instance, release a person from an angel's spell. A demon would be too weak. An angel will be destroying the human if he tried. But if they use a bridge between the living and the dead then it balances it all out." Castiel explained.
"That's great! You explained nothing to me. You said these people are wiped out. Where the hell am I going to find them? Raise them back to life?" Dean shouted. That's when Bobby cut in.
"I'm sorry but you said True Blooded Necromancers right?" Castiel nodded. "I know where to find one."
"What? But Cas just said they're wiped out."
"Yeah they are but when you say wiped out there's always bound to be one or two of them left." Bobby answered he walked over to his address book and checked something up. "Here she is. She's a direct descendant of the clan of True Blooded Necromancers. However… she's quite rude and a person who enjoys solitude. It's going to be hard to convince her." Bobby returned with his book.
"Where does she live?" Dean asked.
"A couple miles down the road… here…" Bobby copied down the address and gave it to Dean. Dean stood up grabbed Sam's hand; the action made the latter smile in bliss and cups his face with his hand. Without much effort Dean dragged Sam out the door and into the Impala. As he started the engine, he spotted Bobby pop his head out the window.
"I forgot to warn you! Watch out when you get there! She's a bit eccentric!" he shouted over the engine. Dean lifted a hand out the window to let him know he got it. As he drove down the road he watched houses pass and a very excited Sam sitting next to him. Dean took one more look at the address on the paper then at the house coming up. He stopped and looked at the number on the door. Yup this is it. He drove into the driveway uninvited and got out of the car. Sam got out after him and instantly attached himself to his arm. Dean groaned but said nothing. He stomped up the porch and rang the door bell. Nothing happened. He rang it again. Still nothing happened.
"Uhhh… hello? I was referred here by Bobby Singer!" He screamed as he tried to look into the house but unfortunately the curtains were black and it was pretty dark inside. Some shuffling could be heard and then the door opened. Sam and Dean looked stunned at the person standing across from them. It was a woman indeed but she had midnight black long hair and grey eyes that looked almost white. She stood close to Dean's height but shorter, maybe 5 feet 11 inches at best. Her choice of clothing wasn't much besides a black tank top and black exercise shorts. She wore sneakers like all hunters but she looked unarmed. But Dean was suspicious about those metal bands she wore on her upper arms. It might be hiding some kind of poisonous needle or something. His eyes trailed down to the belt she wore that had several pouches that varied in size attached to it.
She gave them a glare and leaned on her door.
"Why would Bobby Singer send you over here?" Her voice was unwelcoming and low. Dean felt uneasy being in her presence all of a sudden. Sam smiled down at him happily and played with his hair. The woman raised an eyebrow at his weird behavior.
"We need your help." Dean spoke. She snorted.
"And what help can I be of?" her tone was mocking this time. Dean hesitated. "Well?" her eyes pierced right through him. She was peeking into his soul was what he felt. He felt his entire life and secrets unfolding before her; being dissected to the last molecule. Suddenly he felt vulnerable before her. Resisting the urge to bring out his hunting knife, Dean pried Sam off him and turned his charm on.
"Look, we're in a pinch right now. You're our only hope. I'm sure you're a nice woman." Good one, Dean. She looks barely any older than 18, by saying the word woman would make her feel like you see her as a woman. Dean patted himself on the back.
"Nice woman?" she asked but in a lighter tone. He smirked and smiled at her. Sam huffed and pulled his leg back. In one swift and fast movement, he released his leg and it went slamming into Dean's lower leg. He screamed outright and gripped it. He gave Sam a wide eyed look of disbelief.
"What are you doing! Can't you see I'm trying to get her to help fix you!" Dean screamed.
"CHEATER!"
"FOR THE LAST TIME! IT'S IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO CHEAT ON YOU BECAUSE WE'RE NOT LOVERS!" Dean shouted at him. The woman laughed.
"Nice try. But, I don't help random people who show up on my doorstep." She proceeded to close the door.
"Wait! We really need your help! My brother Sam here has been placed underalovespellbyanangel!" Dean rushed the last part as she closed the door and walked away. He sighed after a 3 second silence break. She didn't return to open the door. Sam attached himself onto his arm and smiled contently.
"Good, now that she's gone, let's stay together forever, Dean! I love you!" Sam kissed his cheek. Dean swiped at it disgusted. Sam whimpered and released his arm.
"Dean… you don't love me?" he whispered. Dean huffed angrily.
"Sam, you don't know what you're talking about. You're under a love spell by Zachariah. It's controlling your thoughts and actions. We're brothers, blood related brothers. There's no way I would love you like that. It's only the spell. Once we get rid of it, it'll be all a crude joke to you and me." Dean knew his words were harsh but he had to say it. He stood there for a while. His head bowed. The pavement was all he saw.
"Sam?" he slowly lifted his head at the sudden silence of whimpering and crying. He looked around.
"SAM!" he shouted in case the man had run off. No reply.
"SAM! SAM! WHERE ARE YOU, BUDDY!" He shouted across the fields, nothing. Panic rushed through him as he raced around the neighborhood looking for his brother.
"SAM! SAMMY!" He shouted again. It was like Sam had disappeared. He jogged back to the front of the woman's house and looked around. He ran his hands through his hair as desperation settled in.
"!" He shouted once last time before falling to the ground on his knees.
"No, no, no, no," he chanted in a whisper.
"What did you do!" the woman's voice startled him. He stood and turned around. She had exited the house and walked rather recklessly across the pavement. Her expression was not happy. He stared at her dumb folded. She sneered at him.
"I asked you what you did!" she screamed at him.
"I don't know! We were talking and all of a sudden he disappeared! I don't know what to do! I really don't! You've got to help me!" Dean shouted. It was unlike him to beg someone for help but this was about Sammy, his baby brother that Zachariah fucked up and now has gone missing in thin air.
"What were you talking about?" She asked.
"Uhhhh… ummmm…. Sam was going on about how he loved me…. And…. And…. I told him that it was the spell talking and that we…. We… we…. Couldn't ever be together cause I would never love him like that…. And…. And…"
"That's enough." She stopped him. Then she looked around. Thank god he didn't attract anyone's attention. She sighed and ran a hand through her long hair.
"You said he was placed under a love spell by an angel, correct?" she asked with a bit of an exasperated sigh. He nodded.
"Ever since then, Sam has been all over you and cooing you, no?" He nodded again. "Then you told him the love was from the spell and that you guys could never be together like that cause it's just the spell talking and not him." Dean nodded again.
"You've made a big mistake." She crossed her arms over her chest and stared up at him with a glare. He narrowed his eyebrows.
"What do you mean mistake?" he spoke the word with disgust and caution. Hunters don't make mistakes often. It's taboo basically.
"Your brother's love spell isn't an ordinary love spell. It's one of the advanced love spells that proves to be quite annoying. It surpasses the true love arrow of cupid. Whoever this angel was, he must have been pissed at you two to the point of no return." She said. Then she looked around before sneering at the neighborhood. She stiffened up and crossed her arms and lowered her head as if she was cold.
"Let's get to Bobby's. There are too many ears around here snooping for information." She walked to his car. "Drive me there. I don't have a car."
"What about Sam!" Dean shouted.
"Oh right." She walked back over to him and snapped her fingers. A sudden wind rushed by and he heard faint squeals of terror. "That should buy us like 2 minutes." Then she leaned forward a little.
"Your words caused Sam to wish his own existence to disappear. Like I said, the love spell is not an ordinary love spell. I've never seen it before. I felt it the minute you guys were within my driveway. With a love spell that advanced the person who is hosting the spell sometimes has the ability to wish for something when his emotions are overloading. Exactly the minute you said those words, Sam wished his own existence away. He has evaporated and is hiding somewhere in between the living and the dead."
"He's dead?" Dean swallowed his fears but it did no good. It just climbed back up. She shook her head.
"No, he's still there. I can feel it in the in between."
"So he's in purgatory. That means he's DEAD!" Dean shouted at her. She shook her head again.
"No, purgatory is not an in between for the living and the dead. Purgatory is an area between the dead and heaven and hell. It's like a fork road with toll stops. The dead has to wait in line to get tested and reviewed before going through the toll stops. The in between is a dark dimension. Think of it as dark room lodged between the living and the dead. Some have the ability to will themselves into that room but very few make it out. Sam has wedged himself in there." Then she looked around.
"Our two minutes is up. We need to get out of here." Dean walked fast to the car and unlocked the doors. She got into the passenger seat. He looked over and felt his heart clench tight. Sam is supposed to be in that seat he thought. She turned to him.
"Go to Bobby's. Let's hope he kept the barriers I drew on his walls." She said and turned around to look back. "Back out of the driveway now." He did as he was told. Instantly he felt like he hit something. He stopped.
"Don't stop! GO!" She shouted. He continued to driving.
"What was that?" He asked.
"Some minor demons that caught whiff of Sam's current condition, they're gathering around." She eyed him suspiciously. "Who are you two? Why are angels and demons after you two? Angels don't bother the living unless necessary. Demons don't gather in one place just for two people. Who are you two?" She repeated the last question. Dean looked at her as he continued to drive. He sighed.
"We're quite famous in the hunting world. I'm Dean Winchester and Sam's my baby brother." Dean introduced himself properly. The woman snorted and looked forward.
"Just my luck, I should have known I would get myself tangled up with the Winchesters the minute I met Bobby. That man is like the center of the hunting world; knows everybody from humans to the dead and the annoying ones." Dean spared her another glance before tightening his hands on the steering wheel. He had a question but he didn't know if he should ask. Bobby was right. She was a bit eccentric and from the short period of time he has met her, she was more crazy than sane. Her actions are unpredictable and her emotions don't fare too well either. But he had to know.
"How did you know demons were around? I couldn't even sense them." He asked. The woman laughed a belly laugh.
"Bobby told you what I am right?" Dean nodded. She closed her eyes then opened them again.
"A True Blooded Necromancer has abilities similar to telepathy though we can't read human minds. We are able to feel the emotions of demons and the dead. We can tell if they're agitated, excited, happy, angry, tired, scheming something, etc. But sometimes that can get funky when we don't have much practice over that field." She explained.
"No shape-shifters, skin walkers, vampires, zombies, werewolves?" he asked.
"Nope, they're considered the undead. Like I said, True Blooded Necromancers focuses on the in between. As for the undead, they're property of purgatory. A different group specializes in that." She said.
"A different group?" he drove through the highway at fast pace. She looked out the window.
"Yeah, let's hope you don't get involved with them; a nasty bunch of fuckers. They're no good. Unlike us, who are mostly calm and peaceful unless provoked they harm for entertainment. It's to their amusement when someone is harmed by their tricks." She said.
"I see." He drove into Bobby's driveway. She got out and marched up his steps. Without even knocking she walked right in. Castiel and Bobby both turned heads.
"What's up, Bobby? Long time no see!" she smiled crudely at him. He waved.
"Welcome, please come in." He said it sarcastically. She waved it off with a "psch!" and sat on his couch right next to Castiel who stared at her funny. Dean walked in a bit slow and devastated.
"Where's Sam?" Castiel asked. Dean slumped down in the single couch and sighed. The woman looked at him. No one spoke. "Where's Sam?" Castiel spoke again.
"He's in the in between." The woman spoke. Castiel turned to her.
"What?"
"The love spell placed on him was no ordinary love spell. It gave him the power to wish himself away when his emotions overloaded. Dean, here, told him harsh things and now Sam has willed himself into the in between." Then she turned to Castiel and smiled.
"The name's Kotone by the way. What's yours?" Castiel looked at her with the blank observing look.
"Castiel."
"~ohhhhh~ Pretty name for a pretty angel." She smiled. He chuckled.
"It feels slightly unnerving to have someone name me without as much as a flinch after so many decades." Castiel glared at her slightly. Kotone frowned at him before flicking his forehead.
"Don't glare like that. You'll be creating a problem for your host body." Then she turned to the other two. Dean walked up to her this time very pissed off.
"Will you stop fooling around and find my baby brother! How do we get him out of this in between crap!" he screamed at her. Bobby got up to stop him but was too late. Instantly Kotone stood from her seat and got all up in Dean's face. She pushed him hard; hard enough to throw him across the room if she wanted to.
"Would stop shouting at me! You were the one who made him disappear! You should have watched what you were saying! Saying something like that to a person under a love spell is the worst thing you can do! That's basic love spell 101! Didn't the fuckin angel tell you? You fuckin ass moron!" she shouted at him. Dean looked shocked at her strength. He got up from his position on the floor and smoothed out his clothing.
"I… I…" He tried to say something but he couldn't. All the words that he thought of to retaliated were lodged into his throat. He watched her move forward then bends down.
"You have no idea how much it hurts for someone under a love spell to hear their target of affection to say such hurtful words." With that she spins and stands. "There is only one way to get Sam out of the in between. But it's risky. I haven't attempted it before. This would be my first time." Dean shot into motion.
"As unnerving and scary that sounds, we don't have a choice. You're the only one left of your kind. We're going to have to gamble on it working." Kotone smirked.
"Don't worry, I may be the last but I'm the best. Why do you think I survived?" She moved to the center of the room and stepped onto Bobby's coffee table. "I can only take one person with me so I'm going to take the closest person to Sam, which is you Dean. Come on, get on the table." He stared it her before stepping on it hesitantly. He felt stupid. Suddenly she looked up. She raised her hands over her head.
I pray to the above
Grant me my prayers
She released her hands and they dropped to her side. She looked down as her eyes began to glow. There was a harsh superior expression on her face as she continued her words.
I command the below
Listen to my voice
Obey my needs
Open the gates
Release your tormented souls
Her arms shot out beside her and she looked forward. Her eyes closed as she spoke the next words.
Guide me!
Guide me to SAM WINCHESTER!
Her eyes snapped open instantly.
The room began to pick up in wind as a dark hole opened in front of them. Kotone grabbed onto Dean's hand tightly and turned to him.
"DON'T LET GO OF MY HAND! THE IN BETWEEN IS TRICKY! IT'LL PLAY GAMES WITH YOU! DON'T LISTEN TO IT AND KEEP TO YOUR WISHES OF FINDING SAM AND BRINGING HIM HOME!" Dean nodded. They turned to Castiel and Bobby.
"WE'LL SEE YOU LATER!" Dean shouted at them. The two walked into the dark hole and it closed behind them. The room fell silent again, as if they were never there.
Dean and Kotone walked through the in between. So far they saw nothing. Only the darkness. Then it started to light up as they continued to walk. A shred of light hit them. They raced towards the light as it blinded them.
"Ugh" they both grunted out before blacking out.
Dean shook his head as he sat up gingerly. His mind was fuzzy as if he just downed a whole bottle of whiskey in one shot. Raising an arm that felt too heavy, he rubbed at his neck. Opening his eyes, he rubbed them with his other hand and looked around. Dean stopped moving. Staring back at him was a light brown decorated wall. He turned around. He was in a room with a dresser and an organized desk. Clothes scattered the floor. All men clothes. Looking down he noticed his chest was bare and he was in a bed. Suddenly he felt the fabric of sheets under his thighs. Swallowing thick, he lifted the blanket confirming his fears; he was naked in someone's bed. Not daring to look to his side, Dean kept his eyes straight forward once he felt the other person shift about and moan a sleepy groggy moan. The person stretched and sighed. He felt the person shift once more before it all fell silent.
"Dean? You ok?" his eyes widened. He recognized that voice. The voice he was begging to answer him when he was calling desperately was right next to him. Robotically he dared to turn to his side. Smiling back at him was his baby brother, Sam Winchester. He too was naked. Sam sat up and stretched further before turning to Dean. He looked concerned. Sighing, he moved closer and nestled against Dean's side. Dumb folded, Dean raised his arm up and watched as his baby brother nuzzled against his side and hugged him by the waist.
"Did you have a bad dream, Dean?" he teased. Not sure what to do, Dean rested his arm on Sam's back. The younger man purred and sighed.
"Uhhh…. No…." Dean answered and looked around once more. It dawned on him now. This room is his and Sam's but he doesn't remember ever buying a house or having a room like this. Not even in their childhood. Sam looked up at him.
"Then what is it? You're acting strange, Dean…" Sam pulled away and looked at him worried. "Normally in the mornings you'll jump me and push me into the bed. You would refuse to get up. But today…" Dean looked at him with wide eyes. Sam sighed and brushed his hair out of his face.
"I… I want to take it different today." Dean tried to say something to wipe that concerned face off his brother's face. "What do you say we get up and head to breakfast? What day is today again?" He asked as Sam did as Dean suggested. The man shuffled to the door naked. Dean resisted the urge to stare.
"Boy, you're forgetful. Early in the morning too. Today is November 14, 2010." Sam smiled. And he was out the door in a flash. Dean got up and looked around to find a pair of pants that fit. Finally pulling one on, he walked out of the room to find himself in a very organized hallway. Hanging on the walls were pictures of him and Sam. There was one of them skiing on a mountain. Several in front of different houses. He took one off the wall and turned it around.
Dean and Sam Winchester, 3rd house, Belfry Avenue, Massachusetts
These were pictures of the different houses they had lived in. He placed it back on the wall. He continued to walk and look at them. There were pictures of them goofing off; doing weird things like shoving cereal in each others' faces as Sam took the picture. Or pictures of them sitting and having a professional take it. The door at the end of the hall opened and Sam walked out all happy and dressed. He noticed Dean staring at the pictures.
"Happy times, extremely happy times." Sam spoke. Dean smiled a crooked smile of uncertainty. Something was definitely wrong here. He and Sam didn't belong here. Neither did they ever live a normal life. So what was going on? Where was Kotone? She came here with Dean but she disappeared. He turned to Sam who was shuffling around in a drawer he had in the hallway.
"Hey, Dean you didn't say where we should put this one. It's the latest one." Sam pulled a framed picture out and showed it to Dean. The man grabbed it instantly. He stared wide eyed at the picture. It was a snap shot of them at some resort. Dean and Sam were playing a tug a war over something long and stretchy. Behind them was Jessica cheering them on with a raised fist and an open mouth excitement on her face. Beside her was Lisa who was also cheering them on as she hugged someone he didn't recognize.
"It was one of our best times. I can't believe Lisa and Tristan are getting married." Sam said with a dreamy expression. Dean looked at him.
"Tristan?"
"Yeah, Lisa's fiancée, remember? Their engagement party?" Sam gave him the wide eye 'right?' look and pointed to the picture. Dean looked at it again. They took this picture on Lisa and a guy named Tristan's party? Did Sam make this guy up? He never even heard or seen this guy. His younger brother rolled his eyes and grabbed the photo.
"You're really out of it, Dean. You sure you're ok? Maybe we should go to the doctor… you don't seem ok to me…" Sam looked at him a bit weird as he chose a random place to place the photo. He hung it up beside the stairs and turned to lean on the railing. He had a worried expression. Dean looked confused for a minute before he smiled. He still had no idea what's going on but instincts told him to play along. Besides, Kotone had entered this weird place with him but she disappeared. The Sam in front of him was most probably not Sam. He has no knowledge on the in between and how it works. The one person who does disappears and has not yet made an appearance. The best he can do right now was play along till some kind of plan or whatever comes up.
"Sorry, I'm just a bit zoned. Must have hit my head while I slept. Anyway, let's go get some breakfast." Dean patted Sam on the shoulder and walked ahead of him down the stairs. He saw the kitchen immediately as he turned and walked down the rest of the stairs. The kitchen was right in front of the stairs. Behind him Sam trailed several inches away; wary of what Dean's next reaction would be. He too was confused. Dean walked into the kitchen and headed straight for the refrigerator. Sam did too. The two frowned when they opened it. There was nothing inside besides two eggs and milk. Sam stood up to his full height and laughed a dog like laugh.
"Well then, guess we owe the supermarket a visit." Dean nodded though he was still uncomfortable with the situation. They piled into the car and drove down to the supermarket. Once inside, Sam walked off somewhere saying he was going to pick out the fruits and wanted Dean to go get the meat. As Dean stood by the meat section, he took a few seconds to zone out and thinks of the situation more. As far as he knows, Sam had managed to somehow create a whole world of his own. People seem to move about freely and make decisions. It was just like the real world except this world revolves around Sam. Though he made it seem so real. There were people of various character designs. There were Asians, Hispanics, Europeans, African Americans, children, adults, the elderly, even some suspicious people. He had to give it to Sam. He was impressed. The only problem was how to snap Sam out of it. Should he try to whack him with reality?
No, too risky. I tried that already, look where it got us… not about to make that mistake.
It won't do him any good if he played along like this forever. Sam would just continue to live in this fake world where everything revolved around him and him only. It was scary, creepy, and not right all at the same time. Sam needs to be back at the real world. Who knows what kind of dangers there are in this world? For all he knew, this world could be eating Sam alive and he wouldn't even know it. Dean shook his head to rid himself of that thought. He didn't need unnecessary worries when he's got so many.
"You're not as shaken as I thought you would be." A voice calmly mocked him from his left. Dean turned to face the person instantly. He recognized that voice. Standing next to him was Kotone, smirking at him through a pair of sunglasses. She had changed her clothing to a hoodie and a pair of jeans. The hood was pulled over her head and she had her hands in her pocket. She spared him a glance before bending over to look at the meat. She had an amused expression on her face.
"Don't look at me. Just pretend you're picking out meat." Dean did as she said and picked up two packets pretending to examine them.
"What the hell is going on?" he asked.
"Sam has created his own world. I told you the in between was tricky. This rarely happens. Most of the time the person who disappears into the in between would just be lost in a dark space curling up wishing they would just disappear. Or relive their horrors and cry in a corner of an imagined room. However, the in between granted Sam the one thing that's rare even in the in between; his own world. This world revolves around Sam and Sam only. It's his creation. Only the people he allows can get in." She said as she picked up a packet before throwing it back in and stood up straighter to look at the packets on the second shelf.
"I get that, but where did you go?"
"He wouldn't let me in. I was thrown back when we crossed into the bright light. Our hands separated. You were sucked in while I was left in the dark. I had to find a loop hole and wedge myself in. Hence the disguise. Sam doesn't want me here. He finds me a threat. If he sees me he'll go berserk. Then God knows what happens." She talked as if she was brushing it off. "I don't have much time since I passed through illegally." Dean snorted at her minor joke. "All I can say is don't provoke him more than necessary. But slowly leak to him that this is not real."
"How I do that?" Dean interrupted her. She sneered at him then looked beyond him. Sam was coming around the corner. She grabbed a packet and positioned so it blocked the younger man's view of her mouth.
"Sam's coming over. Don't look at me and just listen. Find the flaws of this world. Every make believe world has a flaw. Point them out to him. Make him see it. The world will shatter. Once the world begins to shatter, hold onto him tightly, don't let go. I'll pull you guys back through. Be careful Dean. Sam allowed you through because he loves you. He can as easily kick you out. There's a thin line between love and hate. Don't cross that line. Keep him content and happy with you. Don't give him a chance to hate you. If you do, you and Sam are doomed forever. He'll kick you out and the chance to get him back might not come again." With that said she pulled the packet away and smiled at it. Dean didn't dare look at her as Sam came up and wrapped his arms around his waist. Dean stiffened but forced himself to relax.
"Thank god there was one left!" Kotone spoke in a high childlike voice. Then she turned to stare at them. She waved and smiled before walking away with the packet. Sam smiled back and turned back to Dean.
"Hey, handsome, did you pick out the meat?" he asked. Dean grabbed a random packet and dumped it in.
"Yeah. Let's go." The two paid for their groceries and was on their way. Dean let Sam drive as he stared out the window. Sam's world was so complex; he had a hard time finding flaws in the world. Kotone's words still ran circles around his mind. She had given him a lot of information on how to get Sam out of here but he still wished he had let her through. If Sam had let her through, she could do this job. She seemed more experienced with all this 'show Sam the flaws of his world'. As he looked through the window, Dean began to scan through various things in Sam's world. He investigated buildings, cars, plants, grass, trees, people, roads, heck even rocks! Nothing!
There wasn't anything he saw that resembled a flaw. It was like this world was as perfect as the real one. Sam pulled up in front of their white picket fence house, the dream house of all Americans. They got out and carried the groceries into the house.
Maybe there's something inside the house. I could make an excuse and take a walk around the neighborhood too if I have to. Dean decided as they piled the groceries into the fridge and cabinets. Sam began making breakfast after he pushed Dean into a chair. He warned Dean to stay put or he'll have to make him. There was a flirtatious smile on Sam's face as if he wanted him to disobey him. Dean daren't do that.
In the Real World –
Bobby walked back and forth in front of the giant hole Kotone had opened up. Castiel warned him before to not go in but he couldn't sit back. It has been two hours since the two disappeared inside. He couldn't just sit around and do nothing while they were in there possibly risking their lives. He looked over to Angel that was sitting on the couch examining his possessions. He seemed to have no care on what happens to the three of them. He was about to walk over there and show him a piece of his mind.
Suddenly the air was being sucked into the giant black hole and it squeezed tight within itself. Bobby and Castiel stood at attention as it looked ready to do something. It tightens up beyond possibility then released itself. The air blew back out almost knocking the two men over.
"AHHHHHHHHH!" They heard someone scream. Instantly a body collided with theirs knocking them to the ground. The giant hole relaxed once again as it returned to its neutral state. The person on top of them sat up giving them a full view of who it was. It was Kotone.
"Che…. I got to work on the getting out part." She said and got off them clutching her head. The two men stood and Bobby rushed to her side.
"Where's the boys!" he shouted.
"Not with me…. ah that hurt…"
"What do you mean NOT WITH YOU!" Bobby shouted.
"When I say not with me I mean not with me." Kotone spoke in a firmer tone. Castiel walked forward.
"Kotone, please explain." He spoke in his clueless voice.
"Sam created his own world in the in between. He allowed Dean in but he didn't allow me in. I had to sneak in through a loop hole. I couldn't stay long or else Sam would have found me and the situation would have gotten worse. I gave Dean Instructions on how to deal with the situation."
"So what happens now?" Bobby asked.
"We sit and wait for Dean to finish the job." Kotone said as she sat down on the couch and leaned back.
Sam's Make Believe World –
It had been several days after Dean arrived in Sam's world. He was getting used to the ways of Sam's world. It was like a dream come true. Everyone was happy or at least content. He had met fake Jessica and Lisa and Tristan. They were the go happy luck trio from what Dean saw. They understood, happy, and supportive of Dean and Sam's "relationship". That's where it got weird. During the course of a few days, Dean had gotten used to Sam's flirtatious ways and his huggles times that Dean found out about the first night there. Sam loves to hug and snuggle; or huggles as he calls it. It was unnerving at first, having his giant baby brother so close into his personal space. But he soon relaxed and enjoyed the huggles his brother gave him. He didn't try much more than that and Dean was relieved to know that. He didn't know how to handle his brother if he was going to start stripping him down demanding for sex.
He may have been ok with his brother acting all lovey dovey with him but he wasn't ready to go that far for Sam's sanity. He had his own sanity to worry about too. It may sound a bit insensitive and selfish to some people considering the type of people they were but Dean had no choice. Sam was already risking his own sanity by indulging himself into this kind of made up world. He didn't need to risk it anymore than necessary. He was here on a job; get Sam out. He had no idea what the flaws were until one night. Jessica invited them over to her house for a random party she decided to throw. Being the good friends, they went. The party was ok at first. Everything went fine. There was good refreshment, excellent snacks, and a mad dance floor with crazy music. Then it happened. Dean watched as a girl with dyed pink hair knocked into a boy with body piercings. He fell straight into the punch bowl and his entire upper body was doused in punch. He flung himself out of the punch bowl and turned around. Dean was positive he was ready to slug the girl who stood there staring shock at him. But he did the exact opposite.
The young man walked forward placed his hand on her shoulder and smiled. He laughed and then she was laughing then the entire room was laughing. It was a big joke to them all. That's when Dean knew something was wrong. There was no anger, hostility, sadness, or even fear in this world. Everyone was always happy or content or understanding. He thought back to the last few days. Jessica, Lisa, Tristan, even strangers always wore a smile on their face. They got along beyond anything he ever saw. That could count as a flaw, no? There was no way something like that could happen in the real world. Negative emotions exist for a reason and this world just deleted them as if it didn't matter. It was creepy.
When they returned for the night, Dean decided to ask Sam on it. He wanted out as fast as possible. When Sam sat down on the bed drying his hair Dean placed down his book and looked over. He took a deep breath before beginning.
"Hey, Sam?" He called his voice a bit shaky. Sam looked over to him.
"Yeah?" He asked.
"Umm… did you notice something weird at the party?" His baby brother gave him a confused look. He seemed thoughtful for a moment before he shook his head.
"Nope." He answered confidently.
"Really? I mean like with the whole punch bowl thing… did it seem weird that he didn't get mad at her?"
"No, not really." Sam threw the towel away and turned around. He crossed his legs on the bed. "He understood it was an accident. There's nothing to be angry about." He flashed a toothy smile. Dean cringed.
"Actually Sam… I find it weird that he didn't get angry."
"Why?" Sam was confused.
"If I got pushed into a punch bowl and had my clothes and hair ruined I would be beyond angry. All my efforts to look good would have been just a blind effort. Even if it was an accident there would be a trace amount of anger in me." Dean explained. Sam grabbed his hands.
"But, Dean, it was an accident. She didn't mean for it to happen. It's not like she wanted to ruin your efforts to look good. She knows how much it meant to look good. She would never try to do something so mean to you." Sam said. Dean looked straight into his eyes.
"How do you know that?" He asked.
"What?" Sam's eyes widened.
"How do you know that that girl didn't mean to push him? You're not her. What she's thinking; you don't know. The girl could have meant it for all we know. Maybe she thinks it's funny to ruin other people's efforts. There's no way you can tell that she didn't mean it." Dean knew he was pushing it but he needed to get this over with. They have been here long enough. Sam let go of his hands and tears glistened at the corner of his eyes. His lower lip flipped outwards in a pout. He began sniffling. Dean closed his eyes awaiting the worst.
"WHY ARE PATRONIZING ME! WHY CAN'T YOU ACCEPT THAT EVERYONE IS JUST UNDERSTANDING AND HAPPY!" Sam shouted with all his might. Something in Dean boiled. He has had it. To hell with Kotone's warnings! Sam was beginning to piss him off!
"WOULD YOU OPEN YOUR EYES AND FACE REALITY? THIS IS NOT HOW THE WORLD SHOULD BE! I AGREE THAT EVERYONE WOULD BE HAPPIER IF THEY UNDERSTOOD EACH OTHER THERE WERE NO NEGATIVE EMOTIONS BUT THAT'S NOT HOW THE WORLD WORKS, SAM!" Dean shouted. His younger brother whimpered. He closed his eyes and tears began to fall. Suddenly Dean felt bad about himself. He looked off to the side then looked at his brother. He had brought his hands up and was crying into them. Putting on a guilty face, he reached forward and pulled Sam into a hug. He wrapped his arms around his back and pushed his younger brother's head against his neck. Sam clung to the back of his shirt and cried loudly into his neck.
"Shhhhh, I'm sorry Sam. I shouldn't have yelled at you." Dean spoke in a hushed voice. Sam clung onto him more tightly.
"Why would you say that?" He cried out. "Why can't you just pretend with me? Why couldn't you have just pretended that you didn't see it?" Sam cried louder. Dean froze.
What did he just say? Did he just say what I thought he said?
He pulled away from Sam and pushed the man so he was forced to look at him. It was Sam's turn to look guilty. Tears hung to his chin and the corner of his eyes as twin damp paths rested on his cheeks. His eyes were full of guilt, betrayal, and sadness.
"You knew… Sam… you knew…" Dean said. Sam pulled away.
"I'm not stupid Dean… I know very well what I did. But… couldn't you have just played along! Why did you have to point it out to me! All the things I've ever wanted are here! It's all I ever wanted! Why couldn't you have just pretended to not see it and pretend along with me?" His voice broke. Dean reached forward the exact minute Sam clung onto his arm. His eyes were begging desperately as tears continued to fall.
"Please! Dean! Let's just stay here! We can be as happy as we can be! I can change things to fit your needs as well! Please Dean! Let's stay here! It's the world we've always wanted!" His eyes were wild as he begged Dean. He hated to see his brother like this. It wasn't him. This wasn't the Sam he knew. He placed his hand on Sam's and looked down.
"Sam… You know we can't." he whispered. Sam looked at him dejected.
"Why not? We'll always be together!" Sam shouted.
"Not like this… this isn't you Sam. None of this feels right. We're hunters. That's how we grew up. Living a normal life is not what we're made for. Does any of this feel right to you Sam?" Dean asked him.
"It doesn't have to feel right! It's what we want!" Sam shook his arms. Dean shook his head instead.
"No, Sam! Our lives differ from other people for a reason. We don't belong in this kind of peaceful world. We need to go back." Dean pleaded. Sam shook his head furiously.
"I'm not going back, Dean!" He shouted.
"Sam! How can you go on living like this when you have this nagging feeling in your heart telling you this isn't right! How can you look at those people who feel nothing but positive emotions! They're creepy, Sam! Negative emotions exist for a reason! It balances out the human soul! Don't tell me you don't feel a sense of creepiness when you look at those people! When that man was pushed into the punch; don't tell me you didn't expect him to hit her for that mistake! Don't tell me you didn't feel a bit dead and scared when all he did was laugh! Don't you see! We don't belong in a world like this! No one does! We need to go back Sam!" Dean shouted. He pulled on Sam's arm and got up from the bed. Sam looked down.
"I will endure it… I will endure anything just to be with you, Dean!" Sam shouted and pulled back. "I can endure it as long as we're together! I'm not letting you go!" Sam screamed as Dean dragged him forcefully out of the room and down the stairs.
"NO! NO! DEAN! PLEASE! I BEG YOU! LET'S JUST STAY HERE!" Sam pleaded with all his might.
"We can't, Sam! This isn't right! This world doesn't exist! It's just your imagination! It's eating you alive, Sam!" Then he shoved Sam in front of a mirror in their living room. Sam stared stunned at his reflection. Behind him Dean looked at him with mournful eyes. "Look what this world has done to you, Sammy. This isn't you and you know that. Don't you?" Sam looked down then back at himself. His hand trailed up the mirror as he examined himself. He was a mess. His hair was still damp from the shower but unkempt from his struggle. His cheeks were damped from all the crying and his eyes were puffy and red. The pajamas he had on were crumpled. His expression was the worst as well as his feeling. He looked like a lunatic. As he touched his own reflection, Sam had a feeling of self loathing. When had he become like this? Sure, he loved Dean more than a brother but when had he become something that was so irrational and crazy?
What am I doing? He asked himself. The person staring back at him wasn't him. It was someone else. He didn't belong here. Sam lowered his head. Dean watched him closely. What have I become? Dean's right… This world is eating me alive.
"Let's go home, Dean." He whispered. Dean smiled softly. He turned him around and hugged him tight. "Let's go home. I want to go home." Sam whispered as more tears flowed. Dean buried his nose in Sam's hair and breathed deeply.
"Let's, Sam. We'll start over in the real world. I'll always be with you Sammy. After all, as hunters, we've got nothing but each other. We'll never be able to relate to other people. There's only you and me. Only you and me." Dean whispered as the world Sam created began to dissolve. The house they were in melted away replaced by darkness. Sam closed his eyes as he felt his world disappear.
Good-bye…. He bid it farewell and relaxed against his brother. He brought his arms up and hugged Dean tighter.
"Dean… I think… I think the spell wore off." Sam spoke. Dean pulled back and gave him a look. Sam smiled.
"The spell… I think it wore off… these feelings… my own feelings." He explained.
"What?" Dean asked. A feeling of happiness soared through him. It was as if he was hoping Sam's feelings were genuine and not something the spell created. Was that what he wanted?
"I like you, Dean, on my own free will." Sam smiled at him. A crooked smile appeared on Dean's face as he pulled Sam closer.
"I'm glad." He whispered.
"What?" it was Sam's turn to ask; Dean chuckled.
"During the few days I spent with you in that world, I came to realize being with you like that didn't really disgust me. In fact, I kind of liked it. It gave me a certain feel of peace. Knowing that you loved me more than anything actually made me feel so happy I felt I could scream it to the world. I didn't know what it was at first but then I figured it out. I was beginning to love you the way you love me. I felt dejected for awhile knowing once the spell wore off you would be back to the annoying little brother but then this happens… I'm so happy I can eat 50 cheeseburgers and die a happy death." Dean laughed a belly laugh. Sam smacked his chest at the joke. He laughed again as the two looked around. They had no idea which way to go.
"Ummm…. Dean…. Which way are we suppose to go? I can't see anything. It's so dark…." Sam asked. Dean scratched his head.
"No idea… Kotone said she would pull us back but I don't see her."
"Behind you." The two jumped at the sound of Kotone's voice. She raised an eyebrow.
"Dude!" Dean shouted. Sam clutched his heart.
"Don't you know how to NOT scare people?" Sam asked.
"… Nope… now come on. You two have been here long enough." She held out her hands. "Grab my hands, boys and hold onto each other tightly. We don't need to be separated." The two grabbed her hands and she began walking.
"How are we suppose to be separated? There's nothing but darkness around us." Sam said.
"You would be surprised at what the in between can accomplish. It has a life of its own. I'm just a bridge and guide. I can't control it." Kotone said. "Hold on!" She shouted as they felt wind blowing against them then a tugging sensation that sent them flying through the giant hole. They flew right onto the floor, both landing on top of her. She coughed and struggled to get away from the two giant men on top of her.
"Get off me!" She shouted. They jumped away and she stood.
"DEAN! SAM!" Bobby shouted and grabbed the two into a heart wrenching hug.
"Oh thank god you're safe!" He cried happily. Castiel mumbled something as well but everyone can tell he was relieved. Kotone walked past all of them and stared at the hole. She raised her hands up.
I thank the above
For listening to my prayers
Then she dropped her arms and looked down. Her eyes shining once again.
I praise the below
For a job well done
She pushed her arms out to her sides and looked forward.
Close the gate
Seal it away
Sever your submission
Your souls are released
She relaxed as the hole became smaller and smaller until it was gone. There was a strong wind that brushed past them for a few seconds before it lifted. She closed her eyes and opened them again. The shine was gone. She turned and looked at Sam. She stared for a moment then an exhausted smile appeared.
"Looks like you outlasted the spell. It wore off on its own, right?" Sam nodded.
"Good, next time he place a spell on you like that, you tell me. I've had enough of that spell. I'll hunt his ass myself." Kotone smiled and headed for the door. She waved over her shoulder.
"See ya around!" She shouted. Sam waved even though she couldn't see him. The room became silent as an awkward situation settled in. The four men had no idea how to continue. Then Dean threw an arm around Sam's shoulders and smiled brightly.
"Well then, now that the spell is gone, I think we should get on our way. We have a lot of catch up on." He looked at Sam who nodded getting his idea. They excused themselves and got on their way.
"I better get going too." Castiel disappeared. Bobby stood in his own living room and pulled his cap upwards.
"…. You're all welcome to drop by again…." He shook his head and sat down to watch some TV. "The nerves of these people just popping in and out of my house." He chuckled.
A/N: Thank you for reading my story!
Hope you liked it. The ending was a bit crappy but it's because I didn't want to drag this on longer than it already is.
See you all next time!
Bye Bye!
