My Pet 15

Dean was just scooting out from under the Impala when he noticed a pair of shoes. The shock caused him to jump and bump his head.

"Son-of-a-bitch!" Dean called out as he rubbed the sore spot on his head.

He could hear a chuckle and then "Watch out, can't damage that brain of yours, it's not the brightest bulb as it stands."

Dean snorted. He knew that voice; it belonged to the pain in the ass trickster. Wanting to tell the god-like creature off but knowing he needed him, he bit back a response as he crawled out from under the car.

The bright sun, and a smirking Jeremy greeted him.

"So please tell me you are here to help and not to be a pain in my ass, because I'm not in the mood." Dean muttered as he stood and began cleaning off his hand.

"I can imagine that the Sammy slave is getting old. In fact I'm surprised your puppy isn't out here waiting patiently on his master."

"It is getting old but thankfully Bobby has helped me keep him busy." Dean replied, knowing his frustration was bleeding out in the tone of his voice. He also knew he shouldn't let the trickster know how much it was all getting to him but he couldn't help it. Dean was stressed and there was no hiding it.

"Ah, I can imagine that need to please getting old real quick. Which is why I'm here, to bail your sorry ass out. I guess you're lucky I find you two idiots interesting." Jeremy replied with a sigh.

"I appreciate your help. Do you have a way to break the spell?" Dean tried to stay polite even though his every fiber wanted to snap back.

"Yeah, got it from that twink wizard friend of Raven's. He was too cowardly to face you and Sam in person... afraid you would beat his ass. I tried to talk him into coming for the entertainment of it all but no dice."

"Too bad, I would have liked to kick his bastard ass. So how are we gonna do this?"

Jeremy quirked an eyebrow. "Impatient much? Well, first things first, we need to lay some ground work."

"What kind of ground work?" Dean didn't like the sound of that.

"Sam can't know what we are doing. I know he's puppet boy at the moment but his subconscious might fight a spell reversal if it's aware of what's happening. He chose this path because he couldn't bear to face what had happened – what was going to happen. So, Tom suggested, and I agree, that Sam should be asleep when we do this."

"Huh, well I guess that makes some sense. Knocked out or asleep?" Dean hated the idea of drugging Sam but he was willing to do whatever it took to get this right.

Jeremy sighed. "I could use my mojo to knock him on his ass but I hate to do that and then turn around and use magic on him. I think Sam asleep will work just fine. Just order him to take a nap and once he is asleep I can do the spell."

Dean nodded. "Yeah okay, should work. Sam follows directions all too well anymore."

"Okay, so I'll stay out of sight until we're ready. No sense letting him get worried over my presence if we don't need to."

"I'll head in and send Sam to bed then. Anything else you need?" Dean moved towards the back porch.

"Nah, I'll just entertain myself out here until you're ready."

Dean paused, "I don't like the sound of that."

Jeremy placed a hand against his chest in mock hurt. "You wound me, Dean, with your mistrust. Misplaced mistrust I should add. I intend to put up some heavy duty protection around the perimeter of this junk heap. My sister pissed off some pretty powerful demons and heaven knows who else by pulling you from hell and turning Sam into a... well let's just say she took him out of the game."

Dean's eyes went wide with worry, he hadn't thought about the repercussions of Raven's actions. He'd been too focused on finding Sam and then fixing Sam. "You think we're in danger?"

Jeremy's expression turned serious. "I'm afraid there are demons and others out there that would like to drag you back to hell or to get revenge on Sam for his role in pulling you from hell. In Sam's state, he would be an easy target so you need a safe place for him to recoup. I'll help provide that to make amends for my stupid sister."

"Speaking of the bitch, do we need to worry about her?"

Jeremy chuckled. "Nah, she's in hiding and will be for a long time after what she pulled, so that would be the one bright side to the demons being angry."

"I'll take what I can get. So, I'll get Sam down for his nap, and then we'll come get you." Dean replied as he moved to the steps of the porch.

"Fine, just don't take long on the bedtime story, I want to get this done."

"Me too." Dean said as he moved to the door. "Me too."

-0-

Dean almost ran into Sam as he entered the house. Kid must have been listening for him.

"Dean, are you done? Do you need me for anything?" Sam rambled as he approached.

"Hey Sammy, uh you look tired buddy. All that paperwork must have gotten to you." Dean hated lying to the kid but knew it was for the best.

Sam's face took on a puzzled quality as he replied. "I think I'm fine, Dean."

Dean placed his right hand on Sam's left shoulder as he replied. "Tell you what, why don't you take a little nap for me and we can have some lunch when you get up."

Sam gave Dean a little smile. "Sure if that'd make you happy."

"Yeah, it would make me very happy, kid." Dean gave Sam's shoulder a squeeze before he released it.

"Okay, come get me when you want to eat lunch."

Dean gave Sam a little nod. "Sure thing, kiddo."

Sam returned the nod and smiled as he turned to head towards the bedroom.

Just as Sam disappeared from sight Bobby called out to Dean from his office. Dean sighed and moved towards the office knowing that Bobby was not going to like them acting to break the spell without Sam's knowledge. The elder hunter had never been one for keeping secrets.

"Where's Sam?" Bobby grumbled as Dean entered the office area.

"I had him take a nap." Dean replied quietly as he took a seat across from the desk Bobby was sitting behind.

"Okay, why the hell? I know you want to keep him out of your hair but..."

"The trickster is here. He has a counter spell but he thought it would be best if Sam was asleep while he performed it." Dean played with the seam of the chair and waited for Bobby's reaction.

"Why the hell does the kid need to be asleep?"

"He thought that Sam's subconscious might fight the spell. Sam did openly enter into this because of his depression." Dean chanced a look at Bobby and could see that the older man was contemplating what had been said.

Bobby scratched at his beard before he replied. "I don't like it. How do we know that the trickster has Sam's best interests at heart? But on the other hand we don't have anything else to go on."

Dean sighed. "That is where I'm at. Jeremy seems to be upset with his sister and not us this go around. He's outside doubling up our protection."

"Why? I mean I don't mean to look a gift horse in the mouth but again I have trouble trusting him." Bobby grumbled out.

"He said that there are demons that want me back in hell or want to punish Sam for getting me out of hell before their agenda could be taken care of. He feels Sam needs all the protection he can get until he is healed up and more back to himself."

Bobby nodded. "I won't argue with that, but how does he know this crap about the demons?"

Jeremy appeared and caused Dean's heart to skip a beat.

Jeremy smirked as he took a seat on top of the desk, positioning himself between both hunters.

"I just thought if you were going to talk about me, I might as well join in. To answer your question, I'm pretty powerful and I have powerful friends. We keep tabs on the demons and the angels to make sure things are running smoothly. I like to stay out of the way of both factions but I do find pleasure in messing with them from a far if I can get away with it."

"Angels? Yeah right." Dean replied.

Jeremy smirked. "Ying and Yang, Dean – you got to have good to have evil and all that jazz. But really, I don't care if you have faith or not. All I care about is righting a wrong that I indirectly caused.

That is my agenda. I blabbed my mouth to my stupid step-sister not really thinking about what I was doing. Sam paid for my mistake. So honestly? I just want to fix things. You two knuckle heads are likeable and I just feel like I need to give you a hand."

Dean stood up. "Okay fine. I just want Sam to have his free will back. I'll go check and see if he is asleep."

Jeremy stood too. "Good idea."

A snap of the trickster's fingers and Dean found himself inside the guest room with Jeremy. The trickster noticed the two beds pushed together with Sam passed out on top of them, and quirked an eyebrow.

"So you two got cozy last night?"

Dean huffed, but kept his voice low not wanting to wake his sleeping sibling. "Sam was having issues about not being able to please me if he wasn't close."

"Yeah, oooo-kay. Let's get this show on the road so I don't have to learn about your other bedtime rituals."

Dean swallowed hard. "Sounds good to me."

Jeremy nodded. "Okay Sammy, let's get you taken care of."

Dean wanted to question the trickster but before he could speak, Jeremy had moved quickly to Sam's bedside and was leaning down whispering in his little brother's ear. The trickster then gently laid his right hand on top of Sam's forehead. Sam moaned a bit and then stilled.

Jeremy stood up with a smile. "All done, once he wakes he should be good."

Dean was about to lay into the demi-god when he was shushed and then with a snap transported back to Bobby's office.

"Kid needs his rest while the counter spell takes effect. Can't have you waking him." Jeremy admonished.

Dean sighed. "You said he should be good."

Jeremy frowned. "Well I'm relying on The Wizard Ken Doll so considering the source I can't guarantee anything. But I can always beat another spell out of him if need be."

Dean smiled. "Can I help?"

The demi-god laughed. "Oh yeah, that would be fun. But hopefully we're good."

Dean nodded. "Yeah hopefully. So what now?"

Jeremy looked thoughtful for a moment. "Well, I could bolster the protection inside the house."

Bobby stood up at that. "If you're serious, I had this idea for a hunter style panic room but I haven't had the time or man-power to work on it."

Jeremy smiled. "Let's talk, I'm curious."

Dean moved to leave. "I'm gonna keep an eye on Sam. You two have fun."

The trickster smiled. "Yeah, and Dean just let us know when your boy wakes up. That way I'll know if Mr. Wizard needs another visit."

"Yeah I'll do that." Dean wanted to respond to the your boy comment but let it go. The demi-god was getting on his nerves but he gladly put up with him if it meant getting Sam better.

-0-

Sam stretched his limbs and slowly opened his eyes. He felt like he had been asleep for days, maybe he had been? A hunt gone wrong?

As he looked around he realized that he was laying on top two twin beds in Bobby's guest room. Sam took a moment to think about recent events. It was then that his memories all came crashing down on him.

Dean's death. The grief and helplessness that followed with a deep depression. He choked down the raw feelings, trying to keep his head.

Then more memories hit him, they were more fuzzy. Another trickster, Raven and the deal, he made with her to get Dean back. He felt the helplessness and hopelessness that lead to the memory of the second deal that lead to the loss of his free will.

The things she had made him do, and worse the things she had him do to his brother's clone. Sam felt his stomach turn at the thought of what he had done with Dean's double. Why was he remembering this? He remembered that part of the deal was no memories.

The memory of his rescue from Raven came to him slowly, and he felt himself calm. He was with Dean and Bobby now and they had been safe from demons and tricksters only... only Sam hadn't been in control the last few days he had needed to please Dean. Oh God, he had touched Dean and wanted Dean...

It was too much, Sam shot from the bed and ran to the bathroom where he threw up. His head was pounding and he just wanted to die. The memories of what he had done with Raven and then Dean, were so wrong and made him feel so dirty.

Lost in his misery, he didn't hear the door to the room open and was shocked when he heard his name.

"Sammy, you okay?" Dean was hovering in the doorway to the bathroom.

Sam wanted to disappear at that moment, facing Dean after everything that had happened was too much.

"Dean, I'm sorry." Sam sputtered out as he wiped the moisture away from his mouth. He flushed and slowly moved to get up but found he was dizzy so he grabbed the sink for support.

"Whoa, Sam, take it easy there bro, you've been through the wringer." Dean was beside him, right hand on his elbow, steering him to sit on the top of the toilet seat he had pulled down.

Sam sat there in shock. He wasn't sure what to say next and couldn't understand how Dean could stand to be near him.

"Here wash your mouth out." Dean held out a cup of water.

Sam gurgled the water and leaned over to spit in the nearby sink. Dean refilled the cup and handed it back. Sam took a few small swallows – afraid that drinking much might make him sick again. He handed the cup back keeping his eyes down cast- not able to look Dean in the eyes.

"Sam you are kind of freaking me out a bit, dude. Can you talk to me?" Dean had lowered himself so that he was on his knees and eye level with Sam. His brother's warm hands braced themselves on each of Sam's thighs. It made Sam want to stand and run but he knew that Dean deserved an answer.

Sam swallowed hard and sighed. "I'm so sorry Dean."

Dean's hands squeezed his thighs. "No reason to be, well I guess I could jerk your ass up and beat it for making that stupid deal to pull me from hell, but that can wait until you feel better."

Sam huffed. That deal was the only good thing about the whole situation. Dean was with him, safe- without memories from Hell- that part he did not regret. "I'm not sorry about the deal, Dean."

Dean's left hand shot up and caught Sam's chin making him give his brother eye contact. "Then you have nothing to be sorry for, kiddo. It's all just water under the bridge. Why don't we leave the bathroom so we can have a more comfortable place to talk?"

Sam acquiesced not wanting to have a deep conversation in the bathroom either. He let Dean lead him to the bed and sit him down. Dean pulled a chair from the corner of the room to sit down in front of him.

Dean shifted in his seat uncomfortably as Sam watched him waiting for his brother to yell at him for the stupid things he had done.

"Sam, do you remember everything?" Dean asked hesitantly.

Sam swallowed hard and nodded. "Yeah, I wasn't supposed to though. I guess I deserve it, after everything I've done."

Dean gave him a reassuring pat on the leg. "I know you are confused, and I'm going to try and help you understand everything, but I want you to know that I'm not mad. I'm upset that you made the deal but I understand why you did it. The reason you remember is because Jeremy, Raven's brother, broke the spell with the help of that stupid wizard friend of Raven's."

Sam shivered remembering his time with Tom and what he had been forced to do. He also remembered the remorse that the wizard had shown him after the fact.

Sam was pulled from his memories by Dean's angry voice. "That son-of-a-bitch, I'm gonna hunt his ass down and pound it for what he did to you."

Sam wiped at the moisture collecting in his eyes. "No, don't Dean, it wasn't his fault, he didn't know. Raven, she has this way of manipulating people..."

Dean stood and began to pace. "Yeah well, I'm still not gonna just let him get away with raping you..."

"It wasn't like that... it was my choice to be in that position." Sam spat out his face becoming heated with embarrassment and shame.

Dean stopped pacing and sat back down in his seat. "Sammy, this is all so fucked up. I'm sorry I got upset, and you know what screw everyone else, I just want to concentrate on making this all better for you, kiddo."

"I'm not sorry I made the deals with Raven. I'm not, because I was dying without you here, and I couldn't let you stay in hell, I couldn't so I'm okay with the choices I made. What I'm not okay with is, once you got me away from her... I did some unthinkable things. I can't understand why you haven't kicked my sorry ass out Dean. What I did was so wrong..."

Dean moved to the bed and grabbed Sam shoulder forcing him to look into his eyes. Sam could see that Dean was having trouble controlling his emotions and he half expected a punch but instead he got a hug. It felt like home and for a moment Sam let himself get lost in it. He was home and it felt so good.

Dean was rubbing soothing circles along Sam's back all the while muttering, "It's okay Sammy, it's okay."

It took Sam a moment to realize that he was sobbing into his brother's shoulder, overwhelmed by all the emotions that were threatening to take him down. After awhile, he was able to pull himself together.

Sam felt Dean slowly pull them apart and he waited for Dean to speak, not understanding why his brother was being so supportive in the wake of what had happened over the past few weeks.

"Sam, I'm sorry too because I maybe didn't handle things like I should have. I feel like I took us down the wrong path and that led to … well it led to us doing things we probably shouldn't have. I'm willing to let it all go and try a fresh start if you are."

Sam risked a glance at Dean and could see his brother was being sincere. "I can try to let it go. There is so much weighing on me and I'm messed up to say the least. I would understand if you wanted to send me away while I get my head together."

Dean shook his head. "No, you aren't going anywhere. If you need some space to heal, then I can take a road trip but unfortunately it would be too dangerous for you to head out. Jeremy, the trickster, has been fortifying our protections because demons are looking for you and are not happy with you pulling me from hell."

Sam took a calming; breath it was all too much. He had done this to them and he needed to leave to protect Dean and Bobby.

"If that's the case Dean, I can't stay. Being here is putting you at risk." Sam blurted out, but before he could say anything else or before Dean could reply, another voice echoed in the room.

"Ha, always willing to sacrifice yourself, huh, Sam?" The trickster was now standing front of Sam and Dean with his arms folded over as he leaned against the wall.

Dean began to stand but Sam pulled him down, afraid of what would happen if the two of them fought. His memories of Raven and her punishments still vivid in his mind.

Dean gave Sam a frustrated look and spoke. "Private convo here, we'd appreciate you leaving."

Jeremy glared back. "Whatever, I need to fix things and leave so I'm going to get that done and not wait around for you two to have your Dr. Phil bonding moments first."

Sam swallowed hard not really wanting to face another trickster but he needed to know they were safe. "Why did you do this?"

Jeremy gave him a sympathetic smile. "I messed up kiddo, plain and simple. I let my stupid half wit – adopted sister- know about you and Dean. That was a big mistake. I'm here to make things right. First off, now that you are Sam again and not pleasure slave Sammy, I want you both to know that being here right now is the safest place you can be. My sister isn't going to find you, neither are demons or any other supernatural creature, this house is so protected you can consider it the Fort Knox of the supernatural world."

Dean huffed. "So what, we prisoners here?"

Jeremy quirked an eyebrow. "Well I guess you could say yes for the time being. I mean, Sam needs to get his head on straight, and the demons need to cool down before you two knuckle heads show yourselves. I will keep an eye out and let you know when the coast is clear. Now to the second point of my visit, the setting things straight. Sam, I would love to take the crazy memories away from you from your time spent with Raven, but with all the ways your head has already been played with, I don't want to risk breaking you. But, I will just say this... you two idiots have the closest brotherly relationship I've ever seen. You both truly are what is known as soul-mates. So what if you have both crossed the brotherly line... and yes I know all about it, hello, trickster here, you both need each other and are stronger together. If that need includes being physically close, then so be it. I won't judge and anyone that cares for you won't either."

Sam couldn't believe his ears. Jeremy was crazy if he thought them being intimate was okay. "You're wrong... we shouldn't be together and why are you being so cool with us anyway. I remember you trying to teach me a lesson about letting Dean go- not so long ago."

Jeremy quirked an eyebrow, "Very good young grasshopper, but if I remember correctly, you didn't take to the lesson very well."

Dean huffed. "You killed me multiple times, you bastard, and screwed with Sam's mind."

Jeremy chuckled. "If you only knew the half of it Deano, but I digress. The point is, things have changed. I thought there was this set destiny laid before the both of you, but I was wrong. If my stupid sister can mess everything up, then how can it be destiny? Anyhoo, I've had a change of heart and I think things will be more fun this way."

Dean stood up, "Well could you leave then? I'm tired of dealing with tricksters, destiny and all this crap."

Jeremy smiled. "Sure, why don't I get out of your hair so you two can explore your new relationship."

Dean growled, "Son-of -a-bitch," as he moved forward to grasp the trickster, only the trickster was faster and disappeared before their eyes.

Dean spun around looking angry and relieved at the same time. "Well now we've got rid of the bastard, it's time we had a little talk."

Sam sighed and wished he could just disappear. "Dean, I'll stay, it sounds like that is the best plan, but I would like to give you some space. You shouldn't have to watch over me 24/7 now that the spell is broken."

Dean moved to sit down next to Sam. "I'll give you room if you need it but really I would like to try and rebuild things between us. Some weird shit has gone down but I think with time we can find away to work through it."

Sam knew things could never be the same between them but he was willing to try if it was what Dean wanted. "Yeah, sure we can do that."

Dean gave him a reassuring smile. "Good, then lets head down stairs and fill Bobby in and fix dinner, I'm starving."

Sam nodded and moved to follow Dean out of the room. He knew the next few hours wouldn't be easy but at least he had Dean back from hell. Sam reminded himself that it was the most important thing.

TBC

A/N: So we have Sam back! Now the boys can try and move forward. One more chapter to wrap things up and I should have it up in a few days. Thanks for reading and a big thanks to everyone that has reviewed. :)