Sam paced around the small motel room, waiting for Dean to finish his shower. He'd gone over this several times in his head, but still wasn't sure how Dean would react. Still, he had to at least ask.

He heard the water turn off. A moment later, Dean emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

"All yours, Sammy," he announced.

Sam took a deep breath. "Dean, I've been thinking. After what happened with Famine, I've been having a kind of hard time."

"You mean you're craving demon blood again," Dean replied, turning away to pull on his boxers.

Sam winced a bit at his tone, but pressed on. "I don't want to fall off the wagon again, Dean. I've been looking into ways to get past this."

"Somehow, I doubt there's a rehab program for demon blood addiction," Dean replied coolly, pulling a shirt over his head.

"No, I know that," Sam told him. "But I've been reading up on the things people do to get over an addiction, and-please don't laugh-I think it might be worth trying hypnosis."

Dean paused halfway through pulling on his left sock and turned to look at Sam. "Hypnosis?" he repeated, "Sam, I'm ninety percent sure that's a load of horsecrap and the other ten percent doesn't want to let some stranger loose in your brain."

"I wasn't planning to talk to a stranger about this," Sam told him. "I was actually hoping you could do it."

"Me? Sam, I don't know the first thing about hypnosis."

"I've got a book about it," Sam answered, pulling a large paperback from the front pocket of his laptop bag. "I've been leafing through it and researching on the internet a bit, and I figure it couldn't hurt to try."

Dean was eyeing the book like he thought it might be cursed.

"Please," Sam begged. "Dean, I hate the way this makes me feel and I hate that you can't trust me right now and I think this might be a way to set things right. At least take the book." He put on the best baby brother puppy dog eyes he could manage. Finally, Dean reached out and took the book.

"A Beginner's Guide to Hypnosis," he read. "And this book will tell me how to fix you?"

Sam sat on the bed opposite Dean. "Not quite," he explained. "The book will tell you how to put someone into trance and how to deepen the trance, but beyond that it focuses more on stage hypnosis type stuff than on hypnotherapy. But-" he said quickly as Dean started to roll his eyes, "I've been reading up on how people use hypnotherapy to treat addiction. All you've got to do is just redirect the craving to something less dangerous."

"Redirect the craving?"

"Yeah."

"And what do I redirect it to?"

"Anything you like. I trust you, Dean. But in order for it to work well it should be something I already enjoy."

Dean looked at the book in his hand, then back up at his brother. "Anything I like?"

"Anything you like."

"So long as it's something you already enjoy."

"Pretty much."

"Alright, I'll see what I can come up with." He finished pulling his sock on and tossed the book into his bag.