Note: Sorry we have been kind of slow on updating. We both got sick, Wynter with a cold and Tori (me) with sinus. So we haven't really been writing for a good 8 days. I mean we posted one post each but that took us time to do lol we were so crappy feeling and fogged in the brain from illness. But alas here is a new chapter, we are still going to be slow on updating because we need to get better and into the groove of posting more in the day. But still hold out! Still going! Hope you enjoy!
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WARNING: FULL story Rated M for language, sex and violence.
Dean saw the faerie and had to give her props for being pretty damn good looking what he didn't understand was Donnie's sudden attraction to the creature there was something way off about that. Scanning the area Dean ticked his gaze over to Donnie who was still staring blissfully at the faerie, was he the only one that was aware they'd been taken off to Wonderland. There were things fluttering and crawling around that Dean had never seen before and he had seen a lot of things in his life any minute he was expecting the flowers to swarm him and start talking to him.
It was a heap of relief when that never wound up happening but that never stopped Dean from being over cautious, especially when the blonde faerie approached them her smile widening to reveal her fangs. The sight sent chills down his spine and he grabbed Donnie to haul her to her feet. "C'mon this place is one too many drops of acid," he insisted then found himself to be struggling to pick her up. Confusion scrunched his face and he stared down at Donnie perplexed, that was it he was taking them both out of here whether she liked it or not.
Feeling Dean try and take her something took over, something that had been in that dart that wasn't just to put her to sleep and she turned to look at Dean not happy as her eyes swirled red and amethyst. "I am not leaving," Donnie grabbed his wrist and twisted it from her body to cause pain and the other hand went to his throat to bring him closer to her.
The blond faerie smiled and giggled, clapping her hands together as she tip toed over playfully and placed her hands on Donnie's shoulders, resting her chin on one as she stared from Donnie's face to Dean's. "This is fun. Donnie, you can let him go now," her voice floated out happily.
Donnie released Dean and her eyes shut tiredly, opening she was normal but she turned to face the faerie eager to be touched and be hers, she hadn't even realized that she had dropped her song book onto the earth floor until the faerie picked it up.
"Can you do something for me?" she asked, tilting her head to the side as others gathered around and took hold of Dean, she moved forward and looked at him her orbs shining like inhuman blue pollen as she met Donnie's lips. Pulling back she began to flip through the book. "I want you to sing until you die, though I don't want that beautiful voice to waver so you'll be given fluids to keep it going but no food and no sleep. Do you think you can do that Donnie?"
Seeing her nod at her she watched the hunter be tied and securely done before she tucked her wings into her back, almost disappearing for the meantime as she moved over to Dean where he was on the tree when Donnie began to sing. Smiling at him she giggled as she touched him and he moved his head out of the way in disgust.
"Hm. You are probably wondering why you two. There's not really too much of a reason besides that friend of yours Bobby crushed a few of our homes and disturbed them greatly. That's a big, huge offense to my kind of faerie. Do you understand Dean? Having fun and teaching a lesson." Her giggle made others giggle and she twirled a little, her form going back to small and her hair was no longer blond but instead finely woven white flower stems from scalp to breasts. Fluttering in Dean's face she wondered what to do to this one. Humans were so stupid to her that it was easy to capture them and tease. "Oh Donnie, why don't you stop singing for a moment and come over here. I want you to," she giggled in mid-sentence as if the thing she was going to say was too good and off limits before continuing. "Give Dean a special present to make him feel good. Remember?" The red head stared at the tiny faerie with worry, of course she remembered. Donnie felt like she really wanted to please the faerie though and she went onto her knees and began to undo Dean's jeans.
"Donnie," Dean pleaded feebly trying to maneuver out of hands reach, it was no use he was tied fast to the tree and the red head wasn't easing up on taking off his pants and boxers at the same time. His lower half totally exposed Dean felt completely vulnerable and did his very best not to show it. "Donnie, Don-" he lost his breath at the first contact of the warm wetness of her mouth encasing him. Gently sucking she worked him to his full while he still tried to get through to her to get her to stop, he didn't want this he didn't want anything close to this. "I'm goin' to ki-kill you," he threatened through a hitched breath molten jade orbs glowering at the tiny faerie that was flitting in front of him.
She giggled and he spat at her, the glob of saliva almost as large as the faerie was. Dean laughed before his body tensed up and his eyes fluttered then he shook it off and tried to think through the haze of endorphins Donnie's work was pumping through his system. The tiny flying bitch probably wasn't too happy that she was covered in Winchester spit but the extra weight had her buzzing around on the grass like a wet fly sticky with soda pop. Dean would give anything to be able to squash her with his boot and wipe her sparkly smear on a tree root.
"Donnie, Donnie c'mon, you don't wanna be doing this," Dean pressed through his teeth and swallowed hard when another heavy breath threatened to escape. He struggled against the tree, eyes closing tight, not seeing that the other faeries had circled closer and that the ringleader was back on her wings.
Bobbing her head back and forth while her hand worked him as well, her eyes closed and then flitting up to Dean who was staring down at her while he spoke. Donnie went down the shaft with her mouth and held him there for a while as she tried not to gag before sliding back away. Releasing him from her mouth she licked the underside and then his balls before flicking the tip with her tongue. "Don't stop till he cums."
Donnie felt a jerk to her heart and she was starting to think a little clearer but she couldn't ignore the faerie's influence. Swallowing she would not have minded doing this to Dean if this wasn't the circumstances but it was and she could herself get hot from it which made her feel embarrassed. Going back to sucking and jacking him off, she ignored his words and focused on his reactions and the task at hand. Seeing the head faerie that she had felt infatuated with come in front of her face and standing on Dean's dick while Donnie worked him, something was puffed into her eyes and she immediately closed them from them landing on her eyeballs and quickly opening she found a new found lust in her as she got into what she doing even giving a little moan with him still in her mouth.
The faerie smiled and giggled, before looking down at her frame that still felt disgusting, she looked up from her position on Dean and glared, instantly it switched to mischief when she began to hop up and down. "What the fuck?" Dean exclaimed with an expression on his face to match, the faerie was fucking nuts. "Get off me!"
He thrust hard into Donnie's mouth causing her to choke and fall back on her ass but not before the faerie was squished between himself and Donnie's lips. This was sick and perverted and Dean wanted off this ride and he wanted his gun in his hand so he could shoot all the lecherous little fucks. He strained against the ropes but they would not budge, when one faerie fluttered too close Dean spat at it and sent it reeling into a tree with a surprised squeak. Dean knew he would only be able to spit so many times before that supply of ammo went out, at least it gave him some gratification in the vulnerable position he was in.
"Don't you ass clowns have anythin' better to do, the worlds one field goal away from Judgment Day and you're dicking around with my dick?"
Donnie laid on the ground, her hand wiping the faerie off her and she heard a different faerie take control as the other one had died on impact of being squished and she felt her body sit right up abruptly and she stared at Dean as she began to cry. She couldn't stop the tears, this time it was what was being whispered into her head that was tearing her heart out and she brought her legs up. That very faerie wasn't small instead he was human size and he was kneeling behind her as he rubbed his hands up and down her arms for comfort while he kissed her neck as she cried.
Another faerie stepped around the tree, her hair a long mess of vines and poison Ivy, orbs a sunset and her dimples were thorns while the lips were as red as a red rose. "You're world isn't our world. This is our world; we create dimensions to go from Faerie to Human. Judgment Day just happens to be something that has piqued our interest yet we do not care. Would you rather Dean if we dicked around with your friend here? Nivian," the female spoke, her orbs the only thing looking at the corner as if she could see the other Fae.
The male named Nivian whispered into Donnie's ear and as she continued crying, she stared at Dean before being turned to the side, forced on her knees a look of need that has never been on her face as Nivian unsheathed himself and directed into her mouth. The red head didn't want to do this anymore, the influence was controlling her but she could still think for herself and she began to suck off Nivian while Dean watched.
Wake up. This has to be a bad dream. I need to wake up. But this is too real.
"Iivya is my name. I for one did not choose to open that dimension into your world Dean. None of us did, but now that it's open we can have all the fun we want. After we serve you back to Bobby like drained Fae touched human beings no better than vegetables begging for emotion, touch...what you see and have felt now. We will leave in peace back to our homes we have made here and in your world. We can be considerate after we play."
"Leave her alone!" Dean barked viciously at Nivian who only returned his order with a wide grin and a hand on Donnie's head to direct her. Tearing his eyes away he locked gazes with Iivya cringing at the sounds coming from his left peripheral. "When I get out of here I'm gonna peel every last inch of your skin off piece by piece." Dean worked the ropes but he could not get to the knife in his back pocket, all he was earning was some wicked rope burn that was on the verge of breaking through his skin. The bark of the tree was digging into his ass and he was sure he'd be breaking the tweezers out to take care of some nasty slivers when the day was through.
Iivya raised her brows and she stared at Dean head to toe and even lingering on his exposed penis before bringing her eyes to Dean's. She was not one to giggle but she actually laughed, the poison ivy in her hair becoming the color of orange and red from the amused laughter before she patted Dean's cheek and stepped back to watch the show. Nivian had his hands on the back of Donnie's head as he thrust his hips forward, not caring if she choked or not, his eyes all the while on Dean as he grinned. Donnie on the other hand was still crying despite the look of need and she hated how everything was watching her just so they could mess up minds.
Hands pushing her back and hard onto to the moss flooring, Donnie tried to catch her breathing and didn't get far when her pants were removed with her panties and next thing she felt was a tongue in between her legs which made her breathing hitch and her head roll to the side. Seeing Dean she gave him the look that said she wanted him to help, now she couldn't tell right now because it was mixed with the meaning of rescue and also she wanted him help and instead be the one to be doing this to her. Donnie moaned. She had heard one thing about the fae that was scaring her now. That sex with some could drive the one mad for nothing but sex, but she wasn't feeling that because this faerie wasn't that level.
"Dean..."
The name left her lips on the next moan and she writhed, crying and she could hear many giggles and many sighs. Her attention went to the other things around them and she brought her hands to her face to hide behind them while she reacted to everything. Something was building inside, but she couldn't tell what exactly and her hands moved to push the faerie off but found she was keeping him there, kneading into what would be his hair except it was what she imagined silk worm thread to feel like with the look of a spiderweb.
Iivya traced a finger along Dean's erection that still had yet to fully go away and she grasped it, slowly working the piece of meat. "You humans enjoy watching sex no matter if it's televised or in front of you. Maybe we will leave you be, you are reacting far better than thought and what better lesson to learn than to have to deal with than what you can't stop?"
Dean's head fell back against the tree with a thud but it was nothing compared to the sensation of the faerie woman's hand. It wasn't a human feeling and Dean was disgusted by it even when his body had other ideas. Every muscle in his body tensed with repulsion. "Don't touch me bitch!" Dean spat in her face lunging at her yet coming no closer than a quarter of an inch the temptation coming to spit at her, which was the only thing he could do. "Fuck," he cried when his hips moved into her hand of their own volition, with Donnie he had done better to ignore it, with the faerie touch his body could do no better.
He concentrated on the fact that when he did get free, and he would, he was going to kill every last one of them in very painful ways. Dean couldn't let this bitch get to him, he couldn't, why couldn't he psychic punch his way out of this like that freak spurt back at the barn when Sam was after Donnie? He didn't want to be a psychic freak of nature but he was willing to do anything to get himself out of this mess. The faeries didn't want anything so there was no way to bargain with them, they just wanted to hurt them for something that Bobby accidentally did and Bobby was protected so they couldn't get to him. And there was no way to protect them, because they were already faerie touched, prevention was the cure.
Donnie couldn't stop arching and moaning, her body wanting to rise up against another and she found no sort but the faerie's face down below. Her eyes were not on the faerie though as she was watching Dean and she wanted him. She could tell that Nivian noticed her attentions on the hunter and that was when she rose up. Donnie was fighting so hard, that thing building up inside her was her anger and her power and she plunged her hand forward to the man's chest, not inside but against and she watched him jerk and foam at the mouth. Her eyes red and amethyst, Donnie was not going to be used as a sex toy anymore and neither was she going to let Dean be put through it with a Fae.
Standing once he was dead and white eyed on the moss floor, she pulled up her pants and panties and stalked to where Dean was tied. Snapping her fingers the ropes were gone and the rest of the creatures swarmed at her. A bark came and soon Sorcha was even there, which meant to her that Bobby had come to tell them that he had something and Sorcha currently knew where they were. Donnie laid her hands on anything that touched her and they reacted in the same violent death that Nivian did and just as the killing was getting out of hand that was when they had Iivya cornered scared for her life.
Iivya raised her hands and fell to the ground against a tree and stared up at Donnie when she went to reach out for her to kill her and when Dean was going to act as well. "WAIT! Please. Don't kill me! I won't...we won't hurt you. We'll leave you alone. Go, just go. Please. There aren't that many of us left in our world and yours combined. We only were in your world this time because hehad someone open our dimension. For what I don't know but please. That's all I know. I'd rather live, you close the dimension than have to worry about your devil and god."
The red head lowered her hand and she stared for a few moments before she turned and walked away, not caring if Dean followed or not. Sure this faerie had tried to harm them as well as the rest but she would spare this one. She pitied this one. Finding the direction where the worlds met in a off-putting design she crawled through and out from under the bed where sure enough there was Bobby standing in front of her looking down at her like she popped out of Wonderland or something.
When Dean came out behind her she stood with him and looked at the elder. "Tell me you know how to close a faerie dimension." As for a good long while she wasn't sure how she could be around Dean, worried that what had transpired would make him completely go away from her. Knowing that Bobby had found out a lot of stuff from his source, they finally closed it up and made sure the house was rid of them. They were fine. Donnie allowed Bobby to go back downstairs before she stood still in the room for a second.
Dean get your eyes off my back. I know you are thinking of what happened and if I'm okay or something.
Not waiting for him to speak she didn't know where her feet were carrying her, she had lost her songbook, yet all her songs were still in her head forever marked. One moment she was standing the next she was in the bedroom closet shutting the door with her hands covering her face as if she could hide in the darkness. She had embarrassed herself and she had been mind fucked and molested by faeries. Dean wasn't any better but his experience consisted of a simple touch from that one and a blowjob from Donnie.
I've ruined everything.
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March 18th, 2009 8:46AM
Bobby Singer's House
It was like a game of chicken without the rush, Dean would look at Donnie when she looked away, he didn't want to be completely out of sight of her and he could only begin to understand how she was feeling about what happened to her. That she had to cope with being molested by faeries was Dean's fault, if he wasn't a completely selfish bastard and dragged her into their mess she would have been off gigging at some bar making money, not being chased by a messed up werewolf and tongue fucked by The Good Folk. To tell her she had to go now, leave and never come back because something far worse could happen to her would have been the worse thing to do given how Donnie was doing. She wouldn't speak about it and neither would Dean but he knew what was going through her head just like he was sure she knew what was going on in his.
The hunter spent most of his time since he got back from Faerie Land cleaning his guns and keeping Sorcha in shape when she wasn't out running errands with Bobby. As for Sam whatever had been bothering him had been absent for the past two days unless he had become extremely good at hiding his crazy from everyone. Dean kept his mind as blank as possible but it often bounced between concerns for Donnie and Sam having long since trained himself to have little thought or care for his own well being. The happiness and health of others mattered more than his own, if his loved ones were okay than he could get by.
But the ones he cared for most were not okay, he had brought Donnie into this crap, Sam was more messed up than ever, Von no, not Von, Astarte was loose on the world. So no, Dean was not doing so well as far as keeping it together went, he had to do it anyway there was no other choice, be the good soldier keep everyone else up and marching on. Wiping his hand on his brow Dean sniffed and set the item down he had been tinkering with to take a drink of his coffee naturally laced with some cheap rum to take off the edge of being conscious.
Being unconscious was hardly any different just more twisted shit that his subconscious threw at him that had no way into his real life. Hearing a single footstep on the stairs Dean looked up from his work and listened. It wasn't the first step, sounded more like the middle, someone was trying to be quiet in the early morning and he'd let them have that, he was busy anyway with his guns and then he had to check on Sam.
Wincing at the stairs she continued down them. It had been hard with what she had gone through and dealing with it after. Donnie continued down them and ran her hand through her hair as she hid behind it slightly when she entered the kitchen for whiskey and a muffin that Bobby had taken into account on getting when he made a store run in town. She didn't want to go upstairs yet, she wanted to eat and she moved into the study without saying a word to the hunter there. Taking a pull and some of the muffin to eat she began to look around the study for anything that appeared to be a notebook to write her songs in. She needed them written down so then she could never forget them. She also needed to write more.
What she really needed was a piano. Donnie stopped in her search, finishing the small muffin part she had torn off and then paused. The first time to speak to the male she went to open her mouth and turn around when she heard Dean stand up from finishing what he was doing and walk away. Walk towards the basement stairs and she exhaled. She had tried so hard to talk to him, she wanted to get past this and each time she did she couldn't stop the flashes of that faerie forcing himself on her and head in between her legs. Her mouth over Dean's lower appendage and she swallowed hard, her throat tightening up.
When Dean came back up she would be talk to him, not about what happened but to go with her somewhere to kind of just hang out as friends. Get lost into something that wasn't silence and thoughts. She wanted to take him to a place where she felt like nothing could harm her and everything was fine again even if only for an hour or two. Donnie wanted to play for Dean and just play but he knew the town better than she did, so he would know where to go.
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Sam had waited. He had heard a lot of things going on and then there was barely anything upstairs. Something had happened and he could almost smell the tension in the air, the guilt, the pain...Von had visited him but she had sort of stopped after a couple minutes of popping up. He was dealing. Ignoring and trying to focus on getting back to being himself. Obviously his brother needed him to be all right, Bobby did and damn it Sam did himself. He realized the more he was down here and something was wrong the more he was putting on Dean's shoulders and conscience. Once the footsteps came down the stairs and the door open, Sam was waiting on the cot wearing actual boxers and pants this time thanks to Bobby. Socks, shoes and shirts were out of the question. Sam was just getting used to being back in normal clothes.
"Hey Dean." He didn't know what else to say. "Man you look like you were ran over by a bus and then some." Sam stared at Dean with confusion and worry. What had exactly happened to his big brother while he was fucked up with getting over the urges of being a werewolf? What happened while he was seeing hallucinations of Von?
"Yeah, and then some," replied Dean with a detectable twinge of his patented sarcasm.
The worry in Sam's eyes had Dean's orbs glued, could it be that it was genuine, Dean was convinced down to his core and this was the first time in as many days that he saw a glimpse of the real Sam. Swallowing the worry that the wolf would stalk up and swallow Sam back down Dean took a step closer to the door but remained behind the magickal ward. He was pretty sure but he needed to be really pretty sure.
"How are you feeling? I see you've remembered how to wear pants," Dean teased letting Sam know he wasn't trying to think to hard on the horrible way his brother had acted. A little bit of forgiving but no forgetting, they were brothers Dean would never be able to hate Sam, trust may have been fractured and Dean may want to kick his ass to the ends of the earth but he would never hate Sam.
Sam inhaled and nodded, "I'm doing better. Had a little bit of a reality check. Just be glad I remember how to button and zip I spent a couple minutes rewiring that knowledge," he chuckled a little, and then stood, running his hand through his hair. Looking at the area where meat had been thrown when he had been out of it, and there was one there now because of Bobby and he actually wasn't hungry for it. "Hey um...can I...can I have some normalfood? I may have different taste buds I'm not favoring the slabs. Like a burrito or a salad if all possible?" His stomach growled at the thought of something healthy and human.
Damn, it sounded like a hollow tank.
"Make that two salads and a burrito..." he rubbed his stomach to quiet it. "And a shirt? I might like being free but I'm itching for cover." He gave a silent message to his brother about hurting him when he had tossed him that day. He said so many apologies in that one look knowing that his brother understood. Sam was thankful that he did have someone there for him to help him, he knew that if he didn't he might be way too far-gone way before now.
"Yeah, sure." A smile showed up on Dean's face for a brief second before he turned around to get Sam the things he needed. Sam was having his ups and downs, one minute he was a raging lecherous lunatic and the next he was asking for salad, a damn salad to curb his appetite.
A werewolf asking for a salad, only if it were Sam...
Dean shook his head as he ascended the steps and opened the basement door to be on the main floor. Dean questioned whether Sam would struggle to be more human than he was like he had been, it never worked out for him and he always wound up lapsing into violent animalistic fits. Wasn't he supposed to be some perfect blend of man and beast? Instead it came and went, Sam's bipolar split personality disorder, right now he was his rational, gentle human side, so had he shoved down the beast, was it hiding or had Sam finally come to grips with what he was? Dean doubted that but he had Sam back right now, he would worry about the inevitable relapse later.
Finding his way to the kitchen the hunter rummaged around then he stood back from the fridge and rolled his eyes, of course Bobby wouldn't have any kind of fixings for salad. Vegetables in this house? This was no damn grocery store. "Sam's just gonna have to deal with no salad," Dean muttered to himself and went to search for the burritos he knew to be in the fridge freezer.
Beef and cheese, nothing fancy but it hit the spot when one was hungry enough and Sam was always hungry lately. Grabbing two he opened one side of the packaging on each and placed them in the microwave then set the timer to two minutes. If Sam was still hungry after these two there were three more in the freezer that he could have, good thing there wasn't anything extra in these burritos otherwise Sam would turn the panic room into a toxic gas chamber.
When Dean had come upstairs again, this time searching for food Donnie looked up to look. Maybe she wouldn't ask, apparently he was making something for Sam and that meant that things were doing better. She didn't want to get in the way of that. Writing a note after she had researched a place in town, an auditorium with a piano that was open at the High School. The name sounded familiar from something that Alex had reflected on years ago and she waved it off. It either would help her feel closer to Alex or it wouldn't, she needed the music. And as Dean went back downstairs with the heated burritos, she called the school to ask if she could use it even if it cost money to. But apparently the principal knew her music from vacationing and being at one of her bar gigs.
Leaving the note on the table for Dean to see where she was going she stared at it a moment. If Dean wanted to come he would but her chances were that he wouldn't. Sam was the reason, she understood. Sam was family and in a way Alex was family to Donnie and she would ignore everything and everyone, drop whatever shit and be there for her. Dean was that way with Sam. Donnie headed towards the door, thinking about how long it would take to walk there but it wasn't too bad of a walk what with Spring breaching the surface. Beginning her trek she absently played her fingers in the air at her waist as if she was playing the piano as her iPod sounded through the ear buds the lyrics to So I Thought by Flyleaf.
'All your twisted thoughts free flow, to everlasting memories show soul. Kiss the stars with me and dread the wait for stupid calls returning to us to life. We say to those who are in love it can't be true 'cause we're too young. I know that's true because so long I was so in love with you. So I thought...'
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Coming to the door to get the cooked food from his older brother. A little disappointed with no salads there but he willingly took the burrito's and a T-shirt that Dean had scraped up no doubt from on top of the laundry machine that was clean and had yet to be brought upstairs to a dresser or duffel. Turning back with both items he went back to the cot, placing the shirt on and letting the burrito's cool down before digging in despite his massive hunger. "Thanks Dean." He heard the front door open upstairs and he knew that Dean did not. Bionic hearing, the only way that Dean could tell something happened upstairs was that Sam had brought his attention up like he was listening.
Female. Donnie.
Bringing his attention back to his brother he could tell there was a difference in his brother that he had missed since he had found them at that farmstead. It involved Dean and Donnie but he couldn't figure it out. Normally he would be able to but so many things he didn't have the right to bring up or even the pieces to put together from stories exchanged on brotherly basis. Sam finally took up the plate of two burritos and about to take a bite out of one tentatively from the heat he paused and stared at his brother.
"You know you don't have to watch me every waking second. I think I can eat my burritos without feeling eyes on me as I do so. Dean, go. I can talk to you later, chill, relax. You look like you need it. If I need any more food I'll um...sing the words to Back In Black. I don't want you to let me out until I'm one hundred percent. I'm okay but I'm not one hundred just yet. Getting there."
"Letting you out was the furthest thought from my mind Sam," Dean replied. He hid the incredulity that Sam's ramblings left on him, what did he take him for telling him that he was the one that had to relax and take it easy and not to let the crazy wolf-boy out. "Bobby's out again for about the thousandth time, thing's have been really busy since...the last couple of days, I guess Lucifer's stepping up his game," Dean explained, "so I'm not going anywhere until there's another set of eyes to keep on you."
You have no idea the other set of eyes on me Dean. Two pairs, one that I think I am hallucinating and the other is the one out there in the world waiting for me to say Yes.
Sam nodded and went to finishing up his food. He was hungry but he didn't want to eat any more food, he wasn't overly hungry which meant something. He was getting better, but he was worried that maybe that might not even be enough. Sam thought he had a handle on what he was but apparently Lucifer made him see that without the fox, with things not blocked from him and being what he really was...he was an animal. Not some human that had random outbursts of very violent anger, but the actual want to kill to get to someone...something...the want in general and the joy of making people fear him.
Hearing the start up tone of Dean's cell, he watched Dean answer it. It was Bobby. Everything was really busy and Sam could see that. He was a bump in the cycle of hunting, where he should be out there and not in here with problems. Learn to suck it up and get back in the game. It wasn't safe, not only for everyone else, the people he cared about or himself. The conversation on the other end was loud and clear in Sam's ears. Bringing the plate over to Dean just as he finished talking he already knew what was coming.
"Go. Bobby needs you and I'm not really going anywhere with the wards. At least give me my cell phone so that I'm not kept in the dark. I want to know what I can do or what is going on even though I'm not there. I'll be here when you get back...I promise. Trust me Dean please. I know that it's hard to even do that with me since I've crushed it so many times. Go."
Dean retrieved Sam's cell for him after making sure it was fully charged, in that time Dean found that Donnie was no longer in the house but had left to vent some steam. Throwing her a text updating her to the situation he also told her that everything here was locked down tight and where to find the spare key to let her into the house after he locked up. With that out of the way Dean packed his bags and loaded everything into the Impala, before he officially left he told Sam that if anything came up to give him a call without hesitating, It wasn't that it needed to be said but Dean needed to say it anyway, it was all hands on deck and Dean didn't know how long he would be gone for so he had to make sure that Sam remembered the rules when they were apart for any length of time.
"Behave yourself Sammy or I'll look into a doctor to get you neutered," Dean joked and then he was gone, the sound of the Impala's tires on loose gravel and wet dirt fading into the distance. Now Sam was all alone, with not a soul in the house.