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Sam woke up slowly but he couldn't open his eyes. His eye lids felt too heavy and remained stubbornly closed. He could feel the floor shake and rumble beneath his feet. He was in the Impala and tension drained away from him since he was home. He should probably go to sleep again but there was a nagging feeling at the back of his head telling him that he was forgetting him that something was terribly wrong. Maybe it was because he felt like crap. His whole body was aching as if he ahd been hit by a bus.
Slowly he tightened his flimsy grip on conciousness . He was shivering and he felt cold , too cold even though he was drenched in sweat. He slowly shifted and the movement sent waves of pain forking through his body piercing through his muscles and ending at his bones. A whimper escaped his lips and he felt ashamed at the pathetic sound. It was justified since his head felt as if it would explode any second.
He frowned when he realised he could'nt hear his brother's gentle and comforting voice. He felt like crap and there was no faint comforting music in the background and no Dean's voice. This realisation gave him strenght.
Slowly he managed to open his eyes as narrow slits . He groaned and turned to look at Dean relived to see him unhurt and alive. Dean looked back at him with concern and — anger. Why the hell did Dean look so angry? Sam had probably screwed upsomething . He always did screw things up leaving behind Dean to clean up his mess.
Sam raised his hand and felt his swollen lip. He frowend at the handcuff that was hanging from his hand. He remebered unlocking it from the door handle and he had left it on his hand . Why was he in such a hurry?
Suddenly he remebered . The women!
"Dean , there was a women . Did you get her out? " Sam asked worridely. He hoped that Dean had unlocked the trunk and freed her.
"Yeah I took care of it." He said sternly. He kept his eyes fixed on the road . His face was blank but Sam could see his muscles tensed up and his back striaght . The worse thing was that there was no music playing in the background. The car was eerily silent , even the usual roar of the engine seemed to have dulled down. The only sound in the car was his heavy panting.
Sam huffed a long miserable sigh which Dean ignored. After a few minutes , Sam decided to break the uncomfortable scilence.
"I'm sorry Dean. I knew that I should have stayed in the car but I could'nt sit and watch. I had to do something." Sam said quielty.
Suddenly the Impala jerked off the road and came to a halt at the curb . Sam braced himself by pushing against the dash board and looked into the empty road. Why the hell had Dean stopped?
He glanced at Dean who turned and looked at him with so much rage in his eyes that Sam flinched. He had never realised how intimidating Dean could look.
"Why do you always have to play the hero Sam? Huh?" Dean asked . His voice was dangerously calm and his face blank but Sam could see a fire brewing behind Dean's emerald eyes.
"Dean . You would have done the same thing" Sam said flatly . He knew he should'nt be arguing but he had to get through to Dean. Try to reason with him at least.
"Sam , I'm doing everything for YOU . To keep YOU safe then why do you always let me down. Why do you always have to be so DAMN stubborn" Dean said, his voice rising with every word.
Sam pinched the brinch of his nose , it was a way of telling Dean that he had a major migraine and he was hurting . "Dean it was the right thing to do.I could'nt let the man just take her"
"The right thing. Huh?— just like killing Lilith was the right thing or how about drinking demon blood. That must have felt right too" Dean was now shouting. He slammed his hands on the steering wheel. "Maybe your life seemed so RIGHT without me , thats why you did'nt bother to look for me"
Sam felt anger flaring in his chest. He had paid the price for his mistakes by enduring endless torture in Lucifer's cage. Dean had no right to open up those old wounds. As for Purgatory , Dean had already made him suffer enough for that one. Was'nt he the one who had said that they were even? He opened his mouth to yell at Dean but he remeberd Dean's limp body in his hands not one day ago.
Sam gulped down is anger and bottled it up deep inside. Dean was'nt himself right now. He did'nt want Dean's heart to stop just because Sam could'nt keep his trap shut. This wasnt Dean . Sam took a deep breath and looked at Dean with his puppy dog eyes. They always seemed to calm Dean down.
"I'm sorry Dean. I should have listened to you . " Sam forced himself to say these words even though he wanted to yell at Dean and stomp out of the car. He had already imagined himself slamming BABY'S door and making Dean wince. He wanted to yell at Dean for being tricked by the witch in the first place. He had enough , he was tired and weary. His head was pounding relentlessly . His right eye just would'nt stop twiching and it was driving him insane.
Thankfully Dean did'nt say anything else . He just started the car again and began driving. The tension in the air was so thick that it could be sliced with a knife . Dean kept his gaze on the road and did'nt even glace at Sam when he failed to stifle a pathetic moan.
They arrived at the house a few minutes later. Dean immediately stepped out and slammed the Impala's door behind him. Sam looked at him wearily as he stomped up the porch. Sam sighed and slumped into the seat . He closed his eyes and enjoyed a few minutes of silence.
He knew he should'nt have left the car cause now he had lost Dean's trust. He still could'nt figure out this curse. One minute Dean was happy humming metallica then the next he was shivering and looking sickly pale and then he had these spasms of rage and anger.
Sam sighed and dragged himself out of the car. He knew Dean would get worried if he stayed out side too long. Wearily he stumbled up the stairs and as soon as he opened the front door a delicious and mouthwatering scent filled his nose.
Dean was leaning by the counter as he waited for the microwave oven to work its magic. He looked a little less angry and immediately stepped forward to steady Sam when he stumbled a little. Dean guided him into the chair with the kitchen table.
"Lasaniga?" Sam asked grinning .Dean nodded and smiled a little.
"Go get a shower first or else no lasagnia for you" Dean ordered and Sam rolled his eyes. He was getting tired of Dean's orders and his inability to phrase his sentences as questions ; even though Sam had asked him to do so a thousand times . Sam just nodded wearily .
Dean looked at him with concern and palmed his forehead. Sam hissed when Dean's cold hands touched his burning flesh.
"Dammit. Sammy." Dean cursed softly as he withdrew his hand.
Sam chuckled at Dean's mood swings. One minute he was slamming his fists and the next he was in full mother hen mode.
"You look like crap. You should have stayed in the car Sam" Dean said in a grave tone.
Sam remained quiet. He was too tired to argue with Dean. He was fed up with thsi curse.
" Dean I would really appreciate it if you could start talking to me with questions only"
Dean pretended to look confused . Sam sighed and motioned with his hands.
"You know like , Sam WOULD you like to take a shower?" .
Dean raised his eye brows and shook his head.
"You have no idea how gross and wrong that sounds. Come on man, we're brothers." Dean said as he opened the microwave door at the faint beeping.
"Dean . ew . You know what I'm talking about" Sam said exasperated and Dean just shrugged.
He took out the hot plate and hurridely placed it on the table to blow over his stinging fingers. Sam eyed the plate hungrliy as melted mozzorila cheese pooled in the shallow plate.
"Can I eat first? I'm really hungry. I'll take a shower later." Sam asked miserabely. He could'nt belive he was actually asking permission to eat! He felt so miserable and humiliated . He missed the pain free good old days when he could be as stubborn as he wanted to be. When he could straight out refuse Dean's orders instaed of collapsing to the ground. He was going to make Dean pay after all this would be over. He nodded to himself.
Dean's face suddenly lit up. All the anger dissaperaed from his face and Sam was surprised that he was'nt jumping up and down. Sam frowned at this sudden change.
"Sure Sammy. You can eat first. Here—" he handed Sam a plate and a fork. He cut a peice of lasagnia and placed it into Sam's plate. He sat down and voraciously began eating.
"This actually tastes great considering it was a block of ice a miute ago" Dean said as he took a rather large bite.
"Wow, you're suddenly in a good mood" Sam said and Dean grinned at him.
"Thats cause you're learning Sammy. I knew this curse was'nt so bad. Dont worry , in a few days you'll stop resisting to the curse completely. Thats why I rented the house for a whole month." Dean said cheerfully.
Sam felt his gut twist in horror. Dean really had no intention of getting rid of the curse rather he wanted Sam to get used to it. He even seemed to have a whole plan laid out . Sam knew that lately he had been doing what Dean had been telling him to do beacuse he kept dreading the painful episodes. He had even stopped arguing with Dean because he was scared that Dean might end up without a pulse again. Sam felt his appetite vanish and placed his fork down.
Dean frowened at him .
"Hey, Sammy its okay. I know you're scared but this is for your own good" he said gently . He must have noticed the horror on Sam's face.
Sam shook his head. "Dean , you're not thinking straight. I know you want to protect me so the best way to do that is to get rid of the curse. It— it hurts me" Sam said hopping that he had hit a nerve but Dean seemed resolute. He smiled as if Sam was talking foolishly like a babling child.
"Dont worry Sammy. I know what I'm doing" Dean said as he motioned Sam to finish the Lasagnia.
Oh well , it was worth a shot. Sam thought as he forced the food down his throat. He knew that Dean would make him finish it anyway so he'd rather do it without the fear of any painful stabs. Ugh — why the hell would'nt his eye stop twitching.
Sam woke up when he heard Dean's shouts as if he was arguing with someone. He picked up a cloth that was on his forehead and climed out of the bed unsteadily. The spell had taken a toll on his body . He felt weak and weary all the time. There was a dull ache in his head that never subsided and never left . He still felt a little feverish and he was — he was just bone-tired. He wanted all this craziness to be over.
He found Dean pacing the living room . He was shouting in the phone and suddenly slammed it shut.
"Whats wrong?" Sam asked him wearily. He was already expecting some irrational problem involving stupid crazy logics.
"Garth's a dick" He said as he threw the phone on the sofa.
"Did he finish the counter spell" Sam asked . He felt hope blosomming in his chest but Dean shook his head.
"Charlie called me about twenty minutes ago. She said that she was holed up in a motel room boarded with salt lines and demon traps. She says that there are demons waiting to gank her outside her door" Dean said as he slumped on the sofa with his head in his hands.
Sam suddenly forgot all his weariness as panic began to settle in. Charlie was in trouble and here they were sitting on their asses. They should be in full hunter mode by now. Sam could already feel the rush of the hunt setting in. He was already thinking of gulping down painkillers and straping up his knife . Charlie needed them.
"Wait , How does Garth fit in?" Sam asked confused.
"I told him to get Charlie out but he said that he was too far away and he had his hands full."
"So? We'll go get Charlie. " Sam said as if it was the most obvoius thing . Dean raised his head and looked at Sam with a weary depressed face.
Sam clenched his jaws.
"Dean , its Charlie for crying out loud" Sam yelled frantically. They had already wasted enough time.
Dean stood up calmly.
"I know. Since Garth's being an ass , I'll have to go"
Sam nodded . He was not liking the 'I have to go part'. He hoped that Dean was thinking staright for once but he knew that was highly unlikely.
" You mean WE have to go" Sam said feircely but Dean shook his head. The pit of Sam's stomach quivered in fear and unceratinity.
Dean's expression was firm, all buisness like. He took a deep breath and motioned to the table which had a plate of eggs and toast on it.
"Eat your breskfast Sammy. I have to get something out of the car" Dean said in a monotone voice. Charlie was in danger and Dean was calm , too calm.
Sam shook his head in disbelief. "Dean , please . Please dont think of going alone. I dont want you facing demons on your own. I need to be there to cover your back"
Dean looked at him and smiled. The same smile that adults give to their children when they lie about how needles wont hurt or that their dog did'nt die but went to live on a farm.
Sam was begining to hate that smile. He wanted to scream , to rip off his hair from his scalp. He wanted to throttle Dean and smack some sense into him. Dean opened his mouth but Sam cut him off before he could give another order.
"No Dean, . I AM comming with you to get Charlie out. I am not ten anymore, Dean.I am a fully grown man , for crying out loud" Sam said as he shook with rage. But Dean was still giving him the same smile .
"Sammy. I know you feel trapped right now but you'll get used to it. I know you feel angry but it will get easier. It's for your own good." Dean said while shaking his head in a reassuring manner and walked out of the house.
Sam graoned and slammed on the table in frustartion. Table! He realised that absent mindedly he had done what Dean had asked him to do . He was eating his break fast. Sam quickly jumped back up and moved away from the table knocking the chair back. Terror crawled up his throat. Dean was right. Dean was right that Sam will get used to it. Was Sam slowly loosing his self control? Was he loosing his will? His freedom?
Sam pushed the thought out of his head. Right now the only thing he was loosing was his sanity. He picked up the plate and threw it on the floor. It smashed in a thousand peices. Half eaten toast and bits of the remaining egg was lying among the shards .There! , How will he eat his breakfast when there was no breakfast? HA , Take that freaky curse.
Sam was pulled out of his internal battle when Dean came in. He was holding a plastic bag in his hand. He looked at the plate and then at Sam . Sam immediately regretted doing it . Dean had cooked the breakfast for Sam himself and Sam had thrown it on the floor like a child with a tantrum . He looked apollogetically at Dean.
"Dean, I'm sorry—" He sighed. Dean was looking down at the ruined breakfast . Sam saw expression of hurt cross his face and then his face went blank.
Sam frantically searched Dean for the symptoms of the begining of a panic attack but it seemed as if Dean was lost in thought. His gaze fixed on the broken plate. Sam bit his lip . He hated to be the one to hurt Dean but what could he do?
"Dean . Please let me come with you. We're wasting time, we need to get to Charlie now. Every second we stand arguing is a second wasted" Sam said in a pleading voice.
Dean dragged his palm on his face suddenly looking haggard and old. He looked at Sam with a firm gaze and ran a hand through his hair. He looked angry at first but then he shook his head and the anger was replaced by a buisness like firm expression. Dean looked as if he was prepping for a hunt.
"Alright I can fix this. There is ceral and then I can set you up. " he said as he made his way to the cupboards setting the plastic bag on counter. He seemed to be talking more to himself than Sam.
Sam looked at him incredoulously. He was worried about breakfast! Charlie could be dead already for all they know. For a moment Sam thought about running and getting to Charlie himself but he knew that Dean could have another attack. Sam gritted his teeth. He felt helpless, hopeless. Dean looked like he did'nt even care for Charlie anymore.
Dean was holding a bowl in his hands.
"Go sit on you bed Sam" He said patiently. Sam scoffed and looked at the celing in desperation . He was on verge of crying. They needed to get to Charlie A.S.A.P.
"No , Dean . I will end up passing out on the floor but I wont be your bitch" Sam shouted . He expected Dean to get angry , to lash out but Dean looked at him paitently. He seemed too patient and calm. Sam wanted him to be anything but calm right now.
The old Dean would already be on his way to Charlie right now.
"Alright Sam. Let me put it this way. Either I knock you out and drag you to the bed or you do it yourself. Remeber this that the sooner you do whatever I ask you to do , the sooner i'll get to Charlie. If anything happens to Charlie , it'll be on you"
Sam just looked at him wide eyed and shocked. He had tried everyting . He had tried shouting. He had tried to get throught to Dean every possible way. Right now begging was his only option. He was scraed for both Charlie and Dean. He did'nt want Dean going without any backup. He did'nt know how many demons were there . He did'nt even know where 'there' was.
He could feel the permanent dull ache in his head increasing to become a relentless pounding but fear for Charlie and Dean kept him from caving. He could take the pain but he could'nt see people around him get hurt.
"Dean please,—" Sam's voice broke. "Please for once listen to me. Please I just dont want you getting hurt"
Dean had that stupid smile back.
"You know , I would have taken you with me if you had'nt left the car last night"Dean said as he thrust the bowl in Sam's hands . Sam gritted his teeth , now he wished that he had'nt left the car but he knew if he was given another chance he would have done the same thing .
"Go sit on you bed. Finish this. I'm not changing my mind." he said calmly and walked towards the door. He paused and looked at Sam again.
"Oh and if you trash this one too , I'll make another one so the sooner you get this over with , the sooner I can go save Charlie."
Sam felt his heart wrench in defeat. He knew it was pointless to try to talk to Dean now. He could see it in Dean's face. Sam did'nt know what to do. He could'nt leave Dean and get to Charlie on his own. He could'nt go with Dean either. The only thing that he could do was save time and do what Dean had told him to do.
Sam could'nt help but think that the curse on Dean had gotten stronger. He made his way towards the bed with hunched shoulders and began to eat the cereal.
Dean came in the room and Sam's eyes went wide when he saw what Dean was holding. It was a long chain with cuffs attached to it.
Sam felt tears cloud his vision. This was going too far. He did'nt want to be chained up. He looked pleadingly at Dean.
"Dean . You dont have to do this. You can trust me. You can tell me not to leave the house and I wont leave. Hell, I cant leave . I dont have a choice remember" Sam said desperately.
Dean took a deep breath." I did trust you Sam. I told you not to leave the car and you broke my trust. This time if you leave I wont be there to save your ass. I cant take any chances."
"What makes you think that I wont pick the lock" Sam said .
"Oh i've already thought about that too. Please Sammy dont make this any more harder than it already is. The only reason that I'm even thinking of leaving you alone is because Charlie needs me and she's like a sister to me"Dean said.
Sam shook his head. " Dean I dont— look. Dean this isnt you. Cant you see you're the one whose chaining me up. This is not keeping me safe"
As soon as Sam said those words , Dean immediately paled. The chain ratteled in his shaking hands . He began panting. At once Sam's heart leapt in his throat. Fear crawled up his skin. He took Dean by the shoulders and looked into his panicked emerald orbs.
"Hey , Dean. Okay, I'll do it. I'll do whatever you want but just please calm down"
Dean nodded and smiled a little but it looked more like a grimace.
"Deep breaths. Come on" Sam said as Dean breathed with him and thankfully Dean's colour started returing.
Sam took the chain from his hands and cuffed it's one end to his left hand. Dean took the other end and cuffed it to the panel under the bed. He even checked Sam's hand to see if the cuff was nice and tight.
Sam sighed and sat down on the bed. He took another spoon of the ceral. Dean nodded encouragically at him and went out of the room. He returned a minute later with the plastic bag. Sam eyed the bag nevously. What more did he have to endure?
The nervousness turned into full blown panic when he saw Dean take out a needle and a small bottle. He stuck the needle into the bottle nad pulled the plunger.
"Dean , please dont drug me. You know how they affect me" Sam said weakly. Dean nodded and smiled. God ! He was getting sick of that smile. That all knowing smile.
"Dont worry Sam. I know how drugs mess up your mind but this one aint like the others. The only important thing was that you had to eat some food before this cause this makes the body's energy levels drop but it will only affect your motor cordiantion so that—"
Sam could feel his hands shaking. He clutched them to hide his anxiety from Dean. His throat felt like sand paper and his jaws began to hurt from clenching them so tightly. He took a deep breath.
"-So I cant pick the lock. " He finished. Dean nodded.
He was being over dramatic. Right? He should just suck it up and get it over with quickly. He had been chained up before. Hell he had been strapped to a cot when his body spasmed uncontrabbly. He had been tortured by Alastair and the DEVIL . No worries. He could deal with a little peice of Parkinson's disease but somehow the prospect of Dean drugging him scared him. He pushed those thoughts aside ,the sooner Dean was done with him, the sooner he could get to Charlie.
Sam rolled up his sleeve and held his arm towards Dean. Dean's face lit up with innocent glee. This was all that witches's fault. Sam hated seeing Dean being controlled by the spell like this. Sam felt his heart break at Dean's innocent happiness. In his mind , he was probably trying to keep Sam safe.
Dean gently pricked the needle in the crook of his elbow and he pressed the plunger , injecting the colourless liquid into Sam's arm.
"The chain's long enough for you to use the bathroom. You better finish your breakfast before —uh - you know the drugs kick in" Dean said casually as he threw the discarded syringe in the trash can.
Sam nodded at the floor.
"Hey-" Dean said .Sam looked up and met his gaze.
"I'll be back before you know it. I'm glad you listened to me Sammy. I'm proud of you ." Dean said fondly as he ruffled Sam's hair. Sam used all his will power to get rid of his sorrowful grimace and smiled back at Dean after snapping at his hand playfully.
As soon as Dean left the house. Sam began rummaging through the drawers of the bedside tables. He needed to find somethng to use as a lock pick before the drugs kicked in and then he needed to find a phone. Then he needed to call Garth and then he needed to get rid of this stupid curse. Then he needed to kick Dean's ass . This had been going on for too long and Sam was just too friggin tired .
Well looking for the pin was easier said than done since his stubborn hand was'nt doing what it was being told!
Sooo , how was the chapter? I wanna thank a ceratin guest for giving me the idea of drugging Sam. hehehe. SO do you guys want more drugged and hurt Sam? hahaha