Title: Domination

Summary: Sam's a little scared. I mean, it's Dean. You'd be scared, too, if he could control your every action. Then again, you might just be surprised. Long drabble. NOT Wincest.

A/N: The idea's been bugging me for a while, so here it is in all its glory. Probably set sometime in season 1, after Shadow.

Rating: K

Disclaimer: The show belongs to Kripke, who is an evil genius and deserves a statue to be erected in his honor.


Domination

It was bad. It was worse than bad. It was Dean.

As much as Sam complained about his abilities, he was secretly glad that he was the one who'd gotten them. He could just imagine the kinds of things Dean would do with psychic powers.

Of course, he didn't have to imagine anymore. He'd seen. He'd seen Dean exorcise a demon just by telling it to go to Hell, had watched two women make out in a crowded bar because his brother had made a simple suggestion. He knew it was only a matter of time before Dean turned this new-found ability on little brother, and he dreaded it.

"Hey, Sammy?" Dean asked, spinning around in his chair, turning away from the laptop and the website about mental domination that he'd been scouring for at least half an hour.

Sam gulped. "Yeah?"

"Stand on one leg."

Sam grimaced as his right leg lifted itself up, completely out of his control.

Dean grinned. "Now jump up and down."

The younger man obeyed, unable to fight whatever will his brother was pushing onto him.

"Stop." Sam obeyed. "Drop and give me twenty." Again, the taller hunter had no choice.

Once Sam had finished his push-ups, he stood and glared at his brother. "Dean-"

"One more thing."

Sam narrowed his eyes, confused by the sudden change in the older man's tone of voice. It had lost that confidence, that happy-go-lucky tone. "What?" he asked, suddenly curious.

The older hunter swallowed hard, his eyes averted from his brother's face. "Stay with me."

Sammy felt his eyes go wide. That had been unexpected. His shoulders moved by themselves, shrugging for him as his mouth formed the word "okay."

Dean smiled, the expression lighting up his face, lingering in his eyes as he spun back around to face the computer. "That's what I thought you'd say."


That's it. So sad. So, what do you think? Reviews are like candy to me. Do I want candy? Do you want happiness? Ok, then. Bonus points to everyone who got that.

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