CHAPTER FOUR

It took him five minutes to decide what to do about Bobby and Sam, who were luckily still unconscious on the floor, though by the time he'd come up with a plan, Sam was beginning to come round. Dean reached for his gun and aimed it at Sam – even though he had no intention of using it. - With his free hand he riffled through the duffle man and sighed when his fingers brushed against the cool steel of the handcuffs.

"Dean?" Sam groaned with a hint of confusion. "Dean… what the hell…"

"I was wondering the same thing."

Sam looked up rubbing his jaw.

"Sorry 'bout that Sammy, but you were taking just a bit too much of a liking to our angelic friend. You were terrifying the poor feathery dude."

Sam glanced over at Bobby and Dean shrugged. "Bobby too."

"Where's Cas?"

Dean's gaze narrowed. "Safe." He watched his brother sit up wincing with pain. Guilt bit at his gut but he shook it off, Sam had been through worse than a beat down from his big brother. "… I think you and Bobby are going to have to take the other room."

Sam frowned, his eyes fixing on the handcuffs his brothers hand. "What are they for?"

"Security."

Sam got to his feet and Dean saw the anger lighting up his eyes. "You just want to keep him to yourself. – Why are you always doing that? You have to have everything….."

"Sammy." Dean said in a warning tone.

"… We just want to spend some time with him. Feel that glorious…."

"Dude!" Dean shouted, aiming his weapon. "Enough! – Your under a spell or something. – I can't have you near Cas."

Sam's glared at him again. "Selfish bastard."

"Yeah, that's me." he grumbled. "Let's go. Help me with Bobby." He bent down to grab the old man's arm, looking up to see Sammy eyes the bathroom door, his gaze glossing over. "Sammy! Don't make me knock you out again…. Or worse."

Sam turned to see Dean aiming his handgun at him. "Dean." He pleaded, looking back at the bathroom door. "Just a little look…. A little touch." Sam sighed longingly.

"Sam!" He yelled. "I'll figure out what's happening here, fix it and then you can spend all the time in the world with Castiel, but until then I can't have you here with us."

Sam noticed the desperation in his brothers' features and tried to shake off the controlling desire that was rushing through him. He hadn't felt anything like this since he'd been hooked on demon blood. It was the same frantic feeling that had him doing unthinkable things just to get a taste. He gave his brother an apologetic nod and moved to help him with the older man.

They got an unconscious Bobby into the room next door, laying him down of the comfortable bed. Dean searched the room trying to figure out what to do now. He'd originally planned on handcuffing the two men to something and locking them in the room, but now Sam was awake, and seemingly reasonable he wasn't sure if he really needed to.

"That radiator looked solid enough to hold me and Bobby."

"What?"

"Dean, this isn't just going to stop now we're away from Cas." Sam sighed remorsefully, not meeting his brothers' gaze. "I can still feel the need to be near him." Sam was breathing hard as he tried to fight it. ".. It's like the blood craving… if you don't lock us down we'll come after him again."

"Sammy." Dean groaned. He hated being reminded about the blood thing; it was one of those things he blamed himself for.

"Dean. – I mean it. I can't explain it, but it's like Cas is giving off this…. Mojo that makes me… us… all go a little goofy and want to be near him…. to touch him."

Dean held up his hand to stop Sam, he didn't want to know what his brother wanted to do to their friend. He scratched at the back of his head. "How am I meant to figure this out with you two locked up in here?"

"Oh, Dean, how sweet." Sam smirked.

"Shut it Bitch." Dean retorted, with a tight warn smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"Listen jerk, you'll have to, it's not like you've never hunted on your own before. – Dean, I don't want to do anything to Cas. He's our friend."

Sam was looking at him strangely again.

Dean gave a grunt of reluctant agreement and made his way over to Bobby, Sam at his side. The pair carried him to the unused radiator and lowered him down beside it. Sam grabbed a couple of pillows off the bed.

"Dude what if you need to pee?" Dean suddenly asked.

Sam frowned at him. "I – We're going to have to suffer."

Dean pulled a stinky face. "Gross."

"Yeah, so figure this out quick alright."

Dean nodded as he placed the pillow behind the older man, snapping the handcuff closed while Sam did the same to his own cuff.

Dean stood looking down at them with a mixture of amusement and guilt. "Sorry Sam."

"Yeah. – Just figure it out… and keep Cas safe."

Like Sam even had to tell him that. He gave his kid brother a brief nod and headed for the door. "Quick as I can."

"Dean." Sam called as his brother opened the door.

"Yeah?"

"What I said, about you and Cas…" he rubbed a hand down his jeans. "I – It was the spell talking."

Dean frowned. "Of course it was." Then he left.