AN: Goooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! And welcome new Padawans to the Dark Side! What? A new Supernatural fic!? Oh man! This fic is for delphinus2. This lovely Jedi wanted me to this one and since Sam Angel decided to disappear...for some odd and unexplainable reason...this going next. Sam and the Big Blue Box is coming, I've been second guessing myself and re writing the Hell of it. So it may be out later tonight or tomorrow night. I'm also sorry for disappearing for a few days, I've been doped up on allergy medicine due to my seasonal allergies and I didn't want to type otherwise you guys would have a chapter that looked like drunk writing. Other news, it's great to meet some of you on Facebook! I hope to meet and see more of you! Just type in my pen name Mutilated Pancake and you can keep up with my everyday life and life at the bunker, keep up with updates, Deviant Art stalkers you can see artwork there as well, you guys can spam me with your ideas, requests, and suggetions, spam with pictures, or we can just chat! See ya Facebook!
Summary: After the death of their father Dean forgets what being a big brother is all about, and Sam questions his love, even his existance. Meanwhile a certain trickster is up to no good and casts Sam under a sleeping spell that can only be broken when Dean learns how to be a big brother again. Will Dean learn? Or will Sam sleep forever? Stay tuned!
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Sleep my Beauty.
"Sam? Sam boy are you still working? I told you to sleep." Bobby said pinning the youngest with a glare as he came into the study.
Sam startled and looked at Bobby with a sheepish look.
"Sorry Bobby. I tried to lay down but my mind just won't shut off." Sam said with a sigh. "I want to sleep but I can't. I know I'm running on nothing but fumes and I'll pass out, but Bobby I-I just can't sleep."
"What's on yer mind kiddo. I know there's more to it then that." Bobby said taking a seat in the chair across from Sam.
"I...It's Dean Bobby. I think he forgot how to be my big brother." Sam said sadly.
"How so?" Bobby asked already knowing the answer but he wanted to hear it from the youngest.
"He...I know he blames me. For dad's death. Hell maybe for even mom's! Bobby..I...I just..." Sam let a frustrating sigh.
"Kid-"
"No Bobby. He blames me. Hell I blame me. I was the one driving! I wouldn't kill dad because I loved him! I was born for god sakes Bobby!" Sam was in tears by this time.
"Sam!" Bobby exclaimed.
"Face it Bobby! If was never born none of this would've happened. Everyone would've been a lot happier." Sam got out, tears streaming down his face.
"Not everyone son. I'm glad to have met you and to have you my life. Boy if something to you, I'd be down right misarble." Bobby said.
"Thanks Bobby. At least you would. Dean probably doesn't even care anymore. I wouldn't blame him." Sam said trying to dry his tears.
"Sam. I know Dean could never hate you boy. He loves you more than life itself." Bobby tried to reason.
"I use to know that. But now I'm not sure." Sam said.
"Sam-" Bobby sighed. "Go try and sleep. If you can't, I've got some stuff that'll help. They're mighty powerful, but they'll work."
Sam nodded. He closed his notebook and the book he was translating and went to his and Dean's room.
'Well. Dean's room really. I've been sleeping outside in one of the old junk trucks. Made more like a camp.' Sam thought. He changed his clothes and took some more of them out to his little 'camp'.
Sam after a bad argument with Dean one night, he snuck out and slept in one of the old trucks. In the morning he took the tarp he found and made a little 'tent' using the bed of the truck and the surrounding cars.
'It's looks like a refuge camp.' Sam thought.
And it did in a way. His tent work made the cars and truck look like a small refuge camp. He looked behind him and the around to see if anyone had followed. Sighing in relief that no one had, he went inside and settled on his bed on the back of the truck. He closed his eyes and tried to drift.
"Knock knock." A voice sang out.
Sam startled. He grabbed his gun and slowly made his way out. He saw the man and looked at him suspiciously.
"Who are you?" Sam asked.
"I am Loki!" The man proudly stated.
"Loki? A trickster?" Sam asked.
"Yes indeed my dear boy! I've been watching you my boy and have decided to help you." Loki said.
"Stalker much?" Sam whispered.
"No not stalker. Trickster. Look, your dad died and your brother has been pretending you don't exist. So. I want to teah your brother a lesson." Loki said.
"What lesson? He doesn't want me anymore. If that's the case I'll just live right here. I can take of myself." Sam said.
"Oh little Sammy. You're not getting it. Dean was born to be a protector. Your protector. If he forgets that, you'll be lost. If that happens who what it'll do to him." Loki said.
"You're not getting it. He doesn't care anymore!" Sam nearly shouted.
"He still does little Sammy. He just needs to be reminded of his role." Loki said.
Sam thought about it for a minute and nodded.
"So. What do we do?" Sam asked.
"You my boy, are going to sleep." Loki said.
"Sleep? I-" Sam started but the trickster cut him off by placing two fingers on his forehead and putting the boy to sleep.
"Yes Sam. You're going to sleep. Until your dimmest crayon in the box of a brother re learns his role, you will sleep. Plus you need it kid." Loki said.
He effortlessly lifted the kid and carried back to the house. The trickster felt bad for the boy. He knew the older brother didn't blame Sam for anything, just lost sight of who he was. He carried the boy to the house and slowed his walking as Bobby came running out shouting and hollering.
"Sam! What did you do to him!? What happened?" Bobby yelled.
"Bobby what the Hell-? Sam? Sammy!" Dean shouted as he ran to the man who held his brother.
"Who are you?! What did you do to my brother?!" Dean yelled.
"Relax. Your brother is merely sleeping. He is not harmed nor sick. Though you should really feed the kid. He's way too thin." The being said.
Dean took his brother from the being and held him protectively, he gasped inwardly at how light his brother was.
"Sam? Sammy? Sammy! Sam wake up!" Dean tried rouse his brother. "Wake up! Sammy come on! Talk to me! What's wrong!? Wake the Hell up!"
"He won't wake up, until you learn your lesson." Loki said.
"Lesson? What lesson?" Bobby asked.
"I leave you to figure it out. I'll be back when you do. Ta ta humans! Happy learning!" Loki said disappearing.
The two stood there stunned for a moment. When they snapped out of it, they rushed inside and got Sam settled in his bed upstairs. Bobby had found Sam's little 'camp' and brought his stuff inside.
"Oh Sam. I didn't want you to sleep outside." Dean whispered.
Dean felt awful and sick. Sam was in some weird coma and he didn't know what to do.
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