Idea…so what would have happened if Osiris had taken Dean's tongue in episode 'Defending your Life' From Season 7.

Legalities: Supernatural does not belong to me, although I wish it did. I am simply playing Kirpke's sandbox for a bit. All rights and ownership are the property of Kripke and the CW network. I am not making any money from this; it is for my own personal pleasure.

Storyline: This story follows Sam and Dean as they deal with the aftermath of Dean's inability to 'Shut his cakehole', and the Egyptian god Osiris not only removes is tongue, as promised, but also his ability to make any sound at all, making Dean a mute. This is their story as they hunt for the god and try to deal Dean's new handicap. Can he hunt? Can they even find the god before the wall in Sam's head breaks down completely?

Please Review: Also please keep in mind that I do not have a Beta, so all mistakes are mine and unintentional...

A/N: Thanks to everyone that reviewed the second chapter, I got some great feedback and found some information on this type of disability as well. Thanks

Chapter 3

Silence is Not Golden

Dean watched as Sam paid the bill and crawled back into the Impala, he looked exhausted…Oh Dean was pretty damn tired himself, but this wasn't about him, this was about his stubborn pain in the ass gargantuan of a little brother. Sam was starting to look drawn and his eyelids were drooping before he even put the key in the ignition, Dean huffed in irritation and grabbed the keys from Sam motioning for him to move to the passenger's side of the car.

"What Dean?" Sam asked groggily as he rubbed his eyes and yawned loudly, blinking slowly at his brother as his tired mind tried to comprehend what Dean wanted. Dean's eyes rolled again and he gently pushed Sam toward the door, gesturing to the driver's seat and then pointing to himself. Sam's eyebrows furrowed as he got the gist of what Dean was asking and he shook his head 'no'. Dean nodded his own head in response and pushed Sam again, rougher this time. Sam's lips thinned into a line as he looked at his brother's determined face…apparently I am done driving for a while. He thought with a mental sigh and then opened the door and climbed out, walking around the Impala and getting into the spot Dean had just slid over from.

Dean watched closely as Sam made the transition from driver to passenger and then shook his head as Sam's head leaned heavily against the door and his eyelids slipped shut. He had known that this had been extremely hard on Sam, this whole Osiris thing…maybe harder than it had been on himself. As things stood, his throat was still sore, but he was getting better with every moment. The only thing that was still bothering him was that he how to fix this; he had to get better…because he couldn't protect Sam this way…not really. He figured that the situation hadn't really hit him yet, that that must be why he was handling this impairment better than he normally would. He did, however, hate that the damn God that had silenced him, but Osiris hadn't killed him outright, so Dean guessed that that was a something at least. Bobby would help…he would know what to do.

The rest of the drive was done in relative silence. Dean didn't turn on the radio nor did he allow Sam to, as they turned the last corner and Bobby's old junkyard came into focus, Dean breathed a sigh of relief. The old dilapidated fencing still in disrepair and the fine dust puffing up behind the Impala as he rolled to a stop outside of the covered garage was so familiar that it was like coming home. Sam stirred next to him rubbing his hands through his hair and then putting the palms of his hands on his eyes as they adjusted to the light of the early morning sun.

"We at Bobby's?" he asked slowly as he looked around at the junkyard and then over to his brother…then he remembered that Dean wouldn't be giving him answer. So he waited for the head nod that Dean invariably threw his direction. His green eyes never leaving the garage that he was looking at, the garage where only a few days earlier he had been talking to Bobby about Castiel and Sam and whether or not he thought that Sam could be saved. As his eyes glazed over and he looked through Sam into the yard he wondered if he still believed that he could save his brother, after all this time he was still scared shitless of losing his little brother. There hadn't been any incidents with Lucifer taking over Sam's consciousness but that didn't mean that it was over or that Sam was better. Dean opened the door and climbed out of the car and stretched his arms over his head and rubbed his own eyes, trying desperately to deny how tired he really was.

"Dean, you okay?" Sam asked as he rounded the car and gently touched Dean's shoulder to pull his eyes in his direction. Sam was searching was something in Dean's face…apparently he did not find what he was seeking because his eyebrows came together in concern and his eyes softened. "I think we should go let Bobby know we are here." Sam finished quietly and turned away from his brother and started walking toward the house. Dean grabbed his elbow, stopping Sam and causing him to turn and look at his older brother again. "Yeah?"

Dean shook his head; he just didn't want Sam to leave him standing there by the car alone. He tried to smile and found that it was feeling extremely false so he dropped the act, shaking his head and pushing Sam in the direction of the house. "Okay…okay Dean." Sam said, a slight laugh escaping his lips as they fell into stride together.

Dean reached the stairs first and knocked twice before pushing the kitchen door open and slipping inside, Sam close on his heels. The older hunter was sitting at the old wooden table with the monitor lit up and opened to an internet site and a steaming cup of coffee next to him. "You guys knockin now?" he asked in his gruff voice, causing Sam to smile and Dean to nod slightly.

"Well, there's no need to stand formality here. You boys know that." He stood up and grabbed two more mugs from the cupboard and placed them in the waiting hands of the boys standing in his kitchen. "I'm not gonna understand what the hell happened to you without looking boy, so open up buttercup." He finished as he stood in front of Dean expectantly. Dean raised his right eyebrow in irritation and narrowed his eyes at the bad joke, but he opened his mouth and waited for the inspection.

Bobby placed both hands on his cheeks and tilted his head down so he could see inside; he swallowed loudly as he looked at the mangled remains of Dean's tongue, although it appeared as though the muscle had been cauterized. He took a step back and inhaled as he dropped his hands away from Dean's face and looked over at Sam, his eyes reflecting his discomfort with this situation. "Well…it looks as though it's been cauterized and I can't see what's going on with the vocal cords, that would take an MRI…and since I lost my machine I think you may need to go to a hospital Dean." Dean shook his head emphatically 'no' and Sam just rolled his eyes in irritation at his brother's intense resistance to medical facilities.

Sam turned toward the coffee machine and then poured both himself and Dean a cup of the black liquid; he went to the fridge and then removed the cream that he knew Bobby kept there just for him. He 'doctored' his coffee and then handed the still undoctored coffee to Dean and leaned against the counter, sipping the liquid. "So Bobby, did you find anything on the net?" Sam asked as he savored the coffee. Dean took his cup from Sam and then sipped carefully on his own cup of joe, he watched Bobby's reaction carefully. Dean drank far slower than he had before he had to concentrate on where the liquid was inside his mouth, so that he didn't leak any down his chin or scald his tender throat with the hot beverage…but he could drink so that was at least something.

"Actually yes, I did find something." Bobby walked to the computer and then turned the monitor so they could see the article on the screen. "Two men were killed in two very funky ways in a town in Arkansas, one died in what looks like a plane crash while at a playground. The other man drowned in his office chair while at work. There were no witnesses, but this sounds like it could be our guy. However, if it is Osiris you boys need to get there quickly or he'll drop off the grid again." Bobby finished.

Sam furrowed his eyebrows, "So even if we find him, how do we get him to reverse what he did to Dean?"

Dean's head swung around and his eyes crashed into Bobby's looking for the same answer. Bobby's eyes narrowed as he thought about that, he wasn't entirely sure. That was one answer that he hadn't been able to find yet, how they could reverse the judgment of a God. "Well, threatening him probably isn't a good idea, but maybe you can appeal to his sense of justice. What he did to Dean will cause a lot of other people to die, if he can reverse it, then maybe Dean can continue to save others." Dean rolled his eyes at that idea. The chances that Osiris was going to readjust his sentence just because they 'asked' nicely didn't seem very likely.

"Bobby, there has to be a better idea than that." Sam said as he stepped forward and leaned over the computer for a closer look at the monitor and the stories that were frozen there.

"Well if there is…I ain't got a clue what it is Sam…" Bobby turned toward Dean and then reached out and gently squeezed his shoulder, showing his support for the eldest Winchester. Dean's lips quirked slightly as he accepted the silent support of the man that had become his rock after his father had died. "I'll keep looking for something to use as leverage against Osiris Dean." He said as he turned and walked toward the aging white stove, where he pulled open the oven and removed a platter stacked with pancakes. Dean looked longingly at the platter and then turned away from the smell and sight of the food. Bobby saw the action and mentally kicked himself for not thinking about the fact that Dean couldn't eat normal food yet. Bobby had done some research on people that had had to have their tongues removed for one reason or another and all the research said that Dean could adjust and learn to eat normal meals by moving the food under his teeth with his fingers. But Bobby knew that Dean wasn't that far along in the acceptance of this 'problem' yet. "Sorry boy, I wasn't thinking." Bobby said as he moved toward the trash can. Dean reached out and grabbed his arm gently and shook his head, forcing a smile on his lips and tilting his head toward Sam's form hunched over the computer screen, oblivious to what was going on behind him. Bobby knew what he wanted; Dean wanted Bobby to make sure that Sam ate and ate well, even if Dean couldn't. He nodded and walked to the table placing the platter in front of Sam and then setting down some maple syrup and another plate to eat off. Sam's eyes were immediately pulled from the screen as he looked at the food and then they immediately searched for Dean's green eyes.

Sam's gaze landed on Dean's and he knew instantly that his brother was hungry, he had heard Dean's stomach in the car most of the way here. The tiny amount of soup that Dean had tried to force down hadn't done much to alleviate the hunger pangs and every grumble just made Sam feel guiltier that he had eaten a decent meal. "Dean, maybe we can put something in the blender?" Sam suggested.

Dean's face fell slightly as he thought that he would be eating basically baby food for a while, until he had learned how to move the food so he could chew it…and when he got to a point that he wouldn't care that other people were watching him eat with this…disability. He shook his head 'no' and stepped out the door walking back to the Impala to remove their duffels, he needed a shower and he knew that Sam did too. So before they got back out on the road again he was going to make damn sure that they were at least clean and that Sam was well fed. Because no matter what happened to him, it was Sam that was important at this point, whatever they were able to do for him was icing on the cake. But he wasn't about to give up his own 'prime directive' which was to keep Sam safe and watch out for him. He pulled in a deep lungful of the icy morning air and pushed the trunk shut, this was going to be a long case…

TBC…

Author's Note: Thanks to everyone that reviewed I appreciate it. I will be updating this at least once a week, maybe more depending on time. The boys are headed to a new case that sounds like it might be Osiris, but is it? I guess we'll just have to find out. Oh and Dean will figure out the whole eating thing soon, so no worries about him becoming a skinny little version of himself. Frankly he just looks too damn good the way his normally.

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