CHAPTER TWELVE: TELL ME I'M A FREAK

Dean laughed.

"Who is Becky?" Flare asked.

"Sam's number one fan," Dean managed to get out before Becky nearly knocked him over, trying to get to Sam.

She hugged him. "Sammy!"

"Oh my gosh," Flare mumbled.

Sam licked his lips as he inhaled sharply. "Becky...injured! Gash in abdomen! Hurting!"

"Oh, sorry," Becky said, pulling away. "I just can't resist."

Flare looked at Becky like a wild animal would look at prey.

Dean grabbed Flare's arm, making sure Flare was not going to kill this girl.

Sam rolled his eyes, licking his lips again. "B-Becky, we talked about this. Personal space." He took a step back, hoping that she would not follow him. He looked at Dean, hazel eyes begging his big brother for help.

"But your so cute and...firm," she said, following, touching his chest.

"Dean," Flare whispered, "if you don't want a dead body on your hands you better tighten your grip."

Dean nodded, gripping her arm tighter.

Sam chuckled. "Yeah, well...I-I work out." He cleared his throat, stepping back further. Why did she have to invade his personal space? He happened to like his personal space. In fact, he loved it. There is a bubble around him that no one should cross without his permission, and he didn't remember giving Becky permission to invade his bubble.

"So is it true? Do you really have a girlfriend?" Becky asked.

"Well, she's uh--kind of. Yeah," Sam answered, backing up farther as Becky continued to follow him. He backed up until he was pressed against the wall. No where to run. No where to hide. Trapped.

Becky turned and looked at Flare, glaring.

"Oh, my God!" a girl shrieked, running over to Dean. "Y-You're Dean." She grabbed his hand. "I'm Cassie. I love you!" She touched his face. "You are so cute. "When you were with Cassie in the books..." she leaned in so she could whisper in his ear, "...I pretended it was me."

Dean let go of Flare and smirked at the girl. "Really now?"

Cassie smiled at Dean, nodding. She reached up to touch his face again, rubbing her thumb over his bottom lip. "I dreamed what it would be like to kiss you." She looked into his eyes expectantly.

"Would you like to find out?" Dean cooed.

Her eyes widened. She nodded, a smile pulling to her lips. Wow, she was actually going to kiss Dean. Ahhhh!!!! This was so going in her journal.

Dean leaned in and kissed her.

"Becky," Sam breathed. "Could you please stop...touching me?"

"No," Becky replied.

"Becky, please?" Sam begged. "I have issues with people being this close to me." He looked into her eyes. "You're invading my bubble."

"That's it," Flare growled.

"Flare, stop," Bobby said, grabbing her elbow and holding her in place. "Sam won't do anything. You know that."

"Aww," Becky mumbled.

Sam knit his brows, confused. "What? What are you 'aww'-ing about?"

"You're just so cute," Becky said.

Sam rolled his eyes, letting his head fall back onto the wall. "Why? What did I do now?"

"I swear I am going to kill her," Flare hissed.

Bobby smiled a bit. "Just, keep your cool."

Flare took a deep breath and unclenched her fists. Then, she looked at Chuck. "Do something!" she hissed.

Cassie moaned into the kiss, wrapping her arms around Dean's neck and pulling him close to her body, wanting them to be as close as possible so she could feel every single muscle in his tight, hot little body. She opened her mouth, allowing Dean to slip his tongue inside and deepen the kiss.

Dean pulled back with a smirk on his face.

Cassie sighed. "That was--Wow." Suddenly all of the 'Dean girls' were piling around him, begging to be kissed.

Dean smiled. "One at a time ladies."

Chuck looked at the ladies. "Um...I believe the Winchester boys had something to speak with me about, ladies."
Sam looked at Chuck then to the ladies. Hopefully they would listen to him. Sam dared a glance at Dean and rolled his eyes, seeing that Dean had already kissed four girls and was gladly moving on to his fifth. Whore.

Flare sighed. "Oh, look it's Castiel, over in that room!" she said pointing to he living room.

All of the Dean girls squealed and ran into the next room. Cassie frowned, "Hey, Castiel's not in here!" Suddenly, the door dividing them from Dean slammed shut. Bobby locked it and smiled.

Sam groaned as Becky continued to grope him. "Becky, come on. Can't you go bother Dean or something?"

Flare grabbed Becky's arm and quickly shoved her into the other room with the rest of the girls.

"Hey, I was having fun," Dean mumbled.

"Man whore," Flare said.

"Hey!"

Sam finally moved, not liking the fact that he was pinned against the wall. He hated not being in control. And ever since he had been with Ruby, the whole shoving him against a wall and pinning him there took on a whole new meaning. That's what she had always done right before she tried to seduce him with her blood to get more out of the deal.
Chuck looked at Sam, then at Dean, then smiled at Flare. "So, what did you guys need? I have some popcorn in the other room if you're hungry."

Flare slapped her hand over Dean's mouth before he could say he wanted food, causing

Dean to frown.

"Thanks but no, we must find out how to save Jessi, so could you help us, Please"

Surprisingly, Sam's stomach growled at the mention of popcorn. "Hey Chuck, I'll take some popcorn."
Chuck's expression lit up when Sam asked for popcorn. "Okay, I'll go get it." He scurried out of the room and started to make the popcorn.
Sam noticed that Flare and Dean were staring at him, and he knit his brows in confusion. "What?"

Flare removed her hand from Dean's mouth. "I'm the one who asks for food," Dean said.

Flare rolled her eyes. "That's because you never think with your head, only your stomach...and, well other organs."

Dean glared at her.

"I'm hungry," Sam countered. "Sue me." He rolled his eyes, walking over to the table which had Chuck's most recent piece of literature spread out. He read some of the pages, his mind going back to the forest where he had practically lost his mind. When he heard Chuck walk back into the room, he turned to him, tears in his eyes. "What's happening to me?"
Chuck looked at him sympathetically. "Honestly, Sam, I believe it's withdrawl." He walked over to Sam, slapping Dean's hand away from the popcorn bowl as he did. "This is all part of her plan."
Sam looked at Chuck in utter confusion. "Her plan? Whose? Ruby?"
Chuck shook his head. "No, Lilith."

Flare sat on the couch and sighed. "I blew it," she said quietly. "I lost the girl." She shook her head.

Sam stole a glance at Flare as she spoke. This wasn't her fault. It was Castiel's. He never should have trusted Dean to watch this girl. With as much time as they spent together, Castiel should have known that Dean was a screw up when Sam wasn't around. And in Sam's current condition, it was just like he wasn't around.

Finally, he looked back at Chuck. "Lilith? What does she have to do with this?"

Chuck's expression softened. "She wanted you to be an addict. She thought..." he trailed off, looking over at Dean before turning his attention back to Sam. "She thought that it would tear you and your brother apart. And that would make her ultimate plan easier because you're vulnerable when Dean's not with you.."

"Wh-What's her ultimate plan?"

"I don't know, Sam. I haven't seen that far."

Sam hung his head in defeat. "What should I do?"

Chuck looked at Dean again. "Stay with your brother."

Dean walked over to Sam and Chuck. "She is really broken up about losing Jessi," he said, dropping his voice so only Sam and Chuck could hear him.

"She'll get over it," Sam said, allowing everything Chuck had said to set in. He didn't want to be some pawn in Lilith's little game. Even after he killed her, he couldn't get away from the bitch. He looked up at Dean. "Dean, I'm still addicted to demon blood," he said. He needed to see Dean's reaction when he found out. He needed to see how much Dean hated him for his weakness.

Dean placed his hand on his brother's shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry, Sammy."

Sam shrugged Dean's hand off of him. "Don't worry?!" He pushed Dean away, standing as he did. "How am I not supposed to worry, Dean? I want demon blood! I'm addicted to the shit! How can I not worry about that?!" He pushed Dean again, just needing the contact. "And Lilith had this all planned out from the beginning! I'm loosing it, Dean!" Again, another hard shove. "I'm even more of a freak than I was when this all started!" He couldn't stand the fact that Dean wasn't shoving back, so he did something he thought Dean would respond to; punched him, hard, square in the jaw.

Chuck jumped out of his seat with a yelp. "Guys, please don't fight in my house," he begged. "I just got the walls redone after the whole Angel business."

Flare quickly stood, running over to Sam and Dean. Just as Sam was about to punch Dean again, she got in the way getting punched herself. "Ow," she hissed as blood trickled down from her nose/ "Is that the best you can do?" she asked, hoping Sam would take out his aggression on her instead of his brother.

Sam glared at Flare. What the hell was she doing?! "Flare, get out of here. This has nothing to do with you!" He pushed her away, turning his attention back to his brother. "Come on, Dean!" he yelled, throwing his hands out to his side. "Fight back! Why are you just standing there taking it like a little bitch?!" He hit him again. "Fight back, dammit!"

"Your my brother dammit!" Dean said. "I won't fight you!"

"I will," Flare growled. "Come on, your not mad at Dean, you are mad at yourself!"

"Get the hell away from me, Flare!" Sam yelled, turning his attention back to Dean. "I want you to say it, Dean, Tell me how much of a freak I am. Tell me how disappointed you are in me. Tell me how you can't trust me anymore!" He pushed past Flare, grabbing Dean by his jacket and slamming him into the wall. "Say it, dammit!"

Suddenly, Castiel appeared behind Sam. "What is going on here?!" he demanded.