CHAPTER TWO: Two To Tango

Dean screamed.

He didn't know any other way to express his frustration.

This can't be happening. Not now, when I have so much to accomplish.

Sam knocked on the door lightly before coming in, his eyes widening at the state his brother was in.

Dean was hugging his knees to his chest, his head resting on his arms. All his blankets were on the floor next to him.

"Dean? What's wrong?" Sam couldn't make himself physically go over to his brother. Not yet.

Dean blinked the haze that had formed over his vision away as he tried to focus on Sam. "I um… nothing. Just a nightmare." He shrugged casually trying to make it seem like he hadn't just been screaming his ass off.

"Alright." Sam turned to leave but stopped himself. "You know what, Dean. That's not good enough anymore. Obviously it was something bad because you've been screaming off and on for the past two hours." He sighed, trying to get his brother to open up to him. He couldn't help but notice that his brother wouldn't look at him, but slightly to the right and behind him.

Dean scoffed. "Are you serious Sam? You want me to talk to you? The person who refused to acknowledge my existence for the past five months? No thanks, I'm fine. I'll deal with it myself like I have been for the past few weeks." The eldest Winchester knew he wasn't being completely fair, his brother sorta had a right to be pissed, but he was tired of it.

Sam just nodded and left the room, making sure the door latched behind him. He should've known that his behavior was affecting his brother in a negative way but he never dreamed Dean of all people would shut him out.

Staring at the door his brother had just walked out of, Dean pulled himself up and threw the blankets back onto his bed. He ran a hand through his hair as tears started to form in his eyes. But, they never fell. He refused to let himself cry over something that couldn't be helped.

Clearing his throat, he decided it was best to try and find a case to try and distract himself.

….

Dean was sitting at a desk in his bedroom and had only been researching for half an hour when he felt someone blowing on his cheek. Scowling, he turned to see Alastair turn and lean against the desk.

"Whatcha doin'?" The demon asked with fake interest.

Dean refused to respond. He knew the second he actually replied to the asshole it would just go downhill from there.

"Come on, Dean. I know you have just oodles of questions for me. Why am I here, am I still alive, is this all fake, blah blah blah." Alastair said, crossing his arms.

Dean tried to stay focused on what he was doing but it was getting harder and harder the longer the dick was standing there.

Alastair then proceeded to wiggle his finger in the hunter's face. "I'm not touching you, I'm not touching you."

The eldest Winchester let out a slight growl and glared at his former torturer.

"Talk to me. Just us girls." He said with a wink.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." Dean said quietly, but with enough venom in his tone he could've stopped a line backer.

"I'm sorry, what?" Alastair said, cupping one hand around his ear. "Didn't quite catch that."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP."

He screamed. He couldn't help it. Dean cringed as Alastair laughed and disappeared, knowing he had been heard.

Now to wait for the damn Calvary to come rushing in…

….

Sam had just tossed a book onto the floor next to him when he could hear someone loud and clear:

"SHUT THE FUCK UP."

Why Dean was yelling this was beyond Sam. Probably just another damn nightmare his brother didn't want to talk about. So instead of rushing in there just to be yelled at again, Sam made himself stay seated and continue researching. He picked up and opened a new book but didn't even read a line.

It was eerily quiet. It hadn't been this quiet since before Dean had gotten the mark.

Maybe I should go check on him…

Standing up, Sam made his way down the hall to his brother's door.

Just as he went to knock, he heard the sound of the shower running for the second time that day.

Now he's purposely avoiding me. But it's not like I haven't been doing that to him for the past few months.

Giving up, the youngest Winchester decided to ask the one person who cared for Dean as much as he did for help.

…...

Dean had turned on the shower but wasn't actually in it. He was sitting on the floor, his knees brought up to his chest, leaning against the side of the tub. He just wanted a reason for Sam to leave him alone.

How was he supposed to tell his brother he was going crazy? Not when they needed him so bad to kill the evil bitch.

He could just picture the pissed and disappointed look Sam would give him.

No, he had to keep this to himself.

Hopefully, he'd be able to find a better way to deal with it than Sam had.

Resting his head on his knees, Dean decided he'd at least try to sleep. He was getting so little now a days he took all the chances he could to try and catch a few hours.

But of course, he couldn't clear his mind. It also didn't help that Alastair was sitting on the toilet watching Dean suffer with a smile on his face.

Just as the hunter started to drift off to sleep, he heard the demon's faint whisper:

"This is going to be so much fun."

TBC

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