Thankyou everyone for reading and reviewing the first chapter! Here's the next slightly longer chapter where Dean says the first spell and starts to see the effects :) enjoy

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Chapter 2

Dean winced as he went to sit down; they were back in Ellie's room now and Sam had bandaged him up good but it still hurt like a bitch. He felt like passing out or at least screaming but he couldn't, not with Sam still fussing and the trials to get on and do. Besides, he didn't want Ellie or Sam for that matter thinking he was weak. No, it was better if he just got on as usual and forgot about his stupid scratch.

He saw Ellie walking over to him and focused his energy on sitting up a little straighter and putting on a smile. It didn't seem to cut it for Ellie though, who immediately saw right through him, "you need to go to a hospital."

"Nah, I've had worse," and it was true, Dean had been through way worse than this. He'd been torn open, cut up, drained of blood, comatose; he'd lost track of how many times he'd been stitched up by Sam or himself and vice versa.

Ellie looked over at Sam as if to confirm this statement and Sam nodded his head. "Yeah, he's had worse," Sam admitted, he wished to God that this was not the case, that he could be freaked out by this sort of injury like most people were, most people would be rushing to the hospital by now but not them and he hated that.

Ellie wasn't that shocked at what Sam had said, she didn't know much about the brothers but she could see that they've been through a lot. She couldn't help but notice it, it was in everything that they did, she could see it in their eyes, in the way they stood, in the way they were always subtly checking on one another to make sure they were okay, like every second they could be snatched away from each other.

"So what now?" she finally said.

"Now we make a hex bag, and you start running. If Crowley can't find you, then he won't be able to stick another mutt on you."

"So I'm not going to hell?" she said hopefully.

"Not on my watch. Will you give us a minute?" Dean asked, he needed to talk to Sam and get on with the spell, that way there was no turning back and Sam would be safe, well, in no more danger than usual.

"Sure" Ellie said, these guys had miraculously just saved her life, she could give them a few minutes to sort out whatever new problem they had now.

Sam watched Ellie go and once he thought she was out of earshot, he looked back to Dean and told him what they both already knew, "Even if she can dodge Crowley, as soon as Ellie dies, her soul is earmarked for hell."

Dean reached out and snatched the enochian spell from Sam, "not if i can shut it down first"

"Dean are you sure about this?"

"Hell yeah I'm sure. Shutting the gates of hell, it's like a hunters dream come true"

"No Dean, come on, we both know this is like a suicide mission for you and I'm not going to try to talk you out of it because I can't make your choices for you and you're too damn stubborn anyway. I just want to make sure you know you have friends up here, family. I mean, hell, you even got your own room now. You're not a grunt, Dean. You're a genius, when it comes to lore you're the best damn hunter I have ever seen, better than me, better than dad. I believe in you, Dean. I know you can do these trials and make it through them alive; but you've got to believe you can do it too." Sam finished his speech and waited for Dean's reply. He knew Dean hated chick-flick moments but he didn't know what he'd do if his brother died, he had to make sure Dean wanted to live.

"Fine I get it, we all love each other very much, I do the trials, keep breathing and we all hug it out at the end of it blah blah blah"

Sam sighed, "Dean. Please, just promise you'll try to live through them. For me?" Sam knew he was making Dean feel guilty but if it was the only way to get through to him then he would do whatever it took.

Dammit thought Dean, there was no way he could resist that, it was like the puppy eyes all over again. Those two words, "for me?" and how could he ever say no?

He looked straight into Sams eyes so he'd know that he wasn't lying and said "Fine, I promise," though in truth he wasn't sure if he really meant it. Yeah he wasn't going to commit suicide but if he died doing these trials then it wouldn't be the end of the world. He'd die knowing that it was worth something, that something good was going to come of it.

Well here goes nothing, "Kah-nuh-ahm-dahr," he said loudly with as much authority as he could muster. For a second he thought it hadn't worked but then it hit him and he knew it had. He staggered backwards, inhaling sharply as he did.

"Dean?" Sam didn't know what was happening but it looked like Dean was in pain, his eyes were glassy and he couldn't seem to focus on anything.

"Unngh" Dean mumbled as he fell to the floor, the spell still in his hand. He could see his arm glowing and he was thankful that it wasn't more painful, the pain was there but it was more of a distant dull ache; it was more like he was changing somehow, that someone was injecting him with some wierd ass mojo that had now become part of him. He was glad that Sam couldn't see it, he would probably freak and tell him that he couldn't do the trials any more; though he'd been surprisingly lenient earlier. Dean had thought he was going to kick up a fuss and insist that he should do it or at the very least, that Dean shouldn't but instead they'd just had a pansy, girly talk.

He could now see the glowing start to fade and as it did he became more aware of his surroundings, he hadn't even noticed that he'd zoned out.

"DEAN!" Dean turned around and stood up as he heard his brothers panicked voice. He could see that Sam was about to go into mother-hen mode so he intercepted him before he could, "I'm fine Sam, that was good, it means the spell's working." Dean could see Sam was still not convinced but he ignored him and headed out to get his stuff, knowing that Sam would be right behind.

Dean was right, Sam had seen Dean get up and shrug off whatever had just happened but he knew he couldn't press it because then Dean would just get more annoyed and close off completely. So, with a sigh, he turned and followed his brother out.

So there you go, Dean's done the first trial and is starting to see that this is going to have an effect on him! Thanks again for all the reviews and stuff, please keep reviewing :) I'll update every 2 days as much as i can but I'll have to go back to school soon so it might slow down a bit then!