Yeah. Got a new laptop and Microsoft Word came with it X3 YAY! I love it *O* Anyways...I finally solved the communication problem between Sam and Dean (I hope) ^^; It was the best I could think of, so I hope it's okay. So...ENJOY! While u read this, I'll be watching Psych and reading more SPN fanfics...lol. Have fun!

Sequel to "I Hate Witches"

This story takes place between "Scarecrow" and "Faith".

Supernatural (C): Eric Kripke :D

Sam looked over at where Dean lay on his back. He was on the couch, sound asleep. Clare was in between him and the back of the couch, curled up in the crook of Dean's right arm. Sam stood in the doorway watching him, hands in his pocket and his head resting against the doorframe. His face was a mix of sadness and fondness. He never seen his big brother look so peaceful and calm, yet here he was. There was no sign of distress anywhere across the twenty-seven year old's face, and he was relieved. But that was short lived, however. He worried that there was no cure for this. Dean was now more vulnerable to harm. He would have no way of knowing if a spirit or demon was coming for him. But Sam would make sure none of them hurt his brother.

Sam sighed and straightened up, heading towards the recliner beside the couch, not taking his eyes off of Dean for one second as he sat down. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He interlaced his fingers and rested his chin atop them, index fingers over his lips in deep thought.

"I'm so sorry this happened to you, Dean. I would give anything to be able to go back in time and stop Dad from using that spell. Damn it, I should have!" Sam's breath hitched as did his emotions. He placed his hands on his forehead as tears streamed from his eyes. "I should've jumped in at the first sign of things going to Hell! Why didn't I?" Sam started sobbing now, first softly but then they gradually rose into distraught cries. Clare awoke and looked up at him with curious green orbs.

Sam looked up and gave her a shaky smile.

"Sorry, Clare," he whispered, "I-I didn't mean to wake you. G-go back to sleep. Dean needs you more than me."

Clare gave him a wistful look before stretching her paw out, laying it on Dean's chest, and resting her head on her arm. She shut her eyes and resumed her slumber.

Sam composed himself a few minutes later and stood up.

"I'll go make you some dinner for when you awake, okay, big brother?"

Of course Dean couldn't answer. He couldn't hear him. Sam left before he let his emotions take over again. He entered the kitchen. John was sitting at the kitchen table, a coffee mug clenched between his hands as he stared down into the murky depths of the steaming black liquid. Bobby was standing off to the side, leaning back against the counter, a beer bottle in his grasp. Both hunters looked up as Sam entered.

"How's he doing?" Bobby asked quietly.

Sam shook his head as he poured himself a cup of Joe before heading over to the cupboards to see what he could spruce up for Dean.

"He's been sleeping since we got here. I mean, I guess he can't really do much, now. But it's hard seeing him like this. He's always talking and moving around, ya know?"

"Give it time, Sam," John said, sounding incontrovertible. "Knowing Dean, he'll bounce right back. He usually does. I didn't train you two to sit around all day, moping."

The nerve that John had been balancing precariously on finally snapped and Sam whirled around, slamming his mug onto the table with such force, it cracked the porcelain along the side a bit.

"How the hell is Dean supposed to get over something like this?" Sam rounded on his father. "He may be stuck being blind and deaf-which, may I remind you, is your fault-for the rest of his life and you're expecting him to just bounce back as his normal self?"

"He's a hunter, Samuel," John growled defensively. Bobby cringed when he had used Sam's full first name. John wasn't going to take Sam's new found disrespect towards him all too kindly.

"No, he's your son, damn it!" Sam threw his hands up in frustration. "And right now, he deserves to be treated like one! We've already established that, or so I thought. There's no way he can hunt in his condition. He won't be able to hear or see the threat coming. He's too vulnerable."

"Well the witch won't give a rat's ass about that. She'll see it as the perfect opportunity to attack him. It's the usual tactic of every predator."

Sam sighed and ran a hand down his face, placing a hand on his hip. Even though he hated to admit it, John was right. The witch would see this as a perfect chance to take out Dean. This meant Sam was going to be on sentinel duty. And he wasn't going to let his brother out of his sight, not even for a second.

"I understand Dean's predicament, but he needs to learn how to use his other senses to help him survive." John continued.

Sam scoffed. "Other senses? How the hell is he gonna feel or taste when the witch is coming, Dad?" Sam scoffed incredulously again, shaking his head.

"Don't be a smart-ass, Sam," John snapped. "I know plenty of hunters with similar situations like Dean's and they're doing pretty damn fine."

"That's because they had years to hone their skills. Dean just became like this! If the witch is gunning after him now, then he has no time to train. We have to do something now."

The room fell silent as the three hunters contemplated on what to do. But none of them could think of a single thing. Sam watched as Bobby tapped his fingers on the counter as he thought.

Taptaptap….taptap….taptap…taptaptap….tap.

A realization suddenly dawned on Sam and his mouth dropped open in utter disbelief that he hadn't thought of this sooner.

"Dad! Bobby!" Sam exclaimed so loud, it startled the older hunters. They looked up at him in bewilderment, confused as to why Sam was suddenly grinning like a lunatic and shifting from one foot to the other in excitement.

"Boy, what's gotten into you?" Bobby asked.

"Did you figure out how we're gonna help Dean?" John wondered.

Sam shook his head. "No, but I did figure out how we can communicate with him!"

Bobby and John exchanged quick glances.

"What are you thinking, Sam?" John said.

"Don't you remember teaching Dean and me how to use Morse Code?" Sam asked, still grinning like an idiot and seriously hoping that his father would catch onto what he was thinking.

His heart nearly plummeted in disappointment when John's eyebrows furrowed, obviously trying to recall the time he had ever taught his boys something as simplistic as Morse Code. Sam's hopes rose as John's eyes brightened and his eyebrows shot up to his hairline.

"Are you saying you want to use Morse Code to try and talk with Dean?"

Sam almost rolled his eyes, but nodded instead, his grin broadening. "Yes! It'll be easier for him to let us know what he's thinking o-or what he wants! What do you think?"

"Well, I say it's the best option we've got," Bobby shrugged. "I mean, if Dean remembers how to use Morse Code, then it's a shoe in!"

"Dad?" Sam looked at him expectantly.

John nodded. "Dean should still remember that lesson. He's remembered every single one I've taught you boys for the past twenty-six years, so I say we go for it."

Sam laughed in sheer joy and bounded into the living room, yelling "Dean!" He skidded to an abrupt stop in front of the couch and dropped to his knees in front of it. He then grabbed Dean's shoulders. Big mistake. In his excitement, Sam had forgotten the single, most important rule about Dean: never startle him when he's sound asleep. Not unless you wanted to lose a body part. Sam had barely managed to dodge the killing punch Dean delivered as he shot straight up. Thank God for his quick reflexes. The tip of Dean's knuckles just grazed Sam's nose as the young hunter leaned back to dodge the punch that would have given him a severe concussion if it didn't kill him first.

"Sam?" Dean gasped, his heart pounding timorously. "Sam?"

Sam recovered quickly and placed a comforting hand upon Dean's shoulder. He was slow and cautious with his movements though. Once Dean felt the gentle touch, his rapid breathing eased and he collapsed back onto the couch. His eyes were squeezed shut. Clare looked down at him from her perch on the windowsill. She had moved the moment Dean woke up and was now waiting, patiently, to return back to her comfortable bed.

"Dammit, Sammy," Dean groaned. "Don't do that! I could've killed you!"

Sam decided to put his new tactic into motion. He hovered the tips of his fingers over the bare skin of Dean's arm. He then started tapping out his first message, being slow with each tap, distinguishing the length of one from the other, and making sure each one was clearly understandable to his brother.

-.-. .- -. / -.- - ..- / ..- -. -.. . .-. ... - .- -. -.. / - . ..-.. (Can you understand me?)

Sam smiled when he saw Dean reopen his eyes. They were wide in recognition. Sam wanted to cry in relief as he saw Dean give a tiny smile as he tapped back his answer.

-.- . ... -..- / -... .. - -.-. ... .-.-.- / .. / -.-. .- -. .-.-.- (Yes, Bitch. I can.)

Sam couldn't take it anymore. He engulfed Dean in a smothering embrace and just basically broke down right there. Sam laughed and cried at the same time. It didn't surprise him when Dean started doing the same thing a few seconds later. With shaky hands, Sam quickly tapped out another message on Dean's back. Dean held still so he could decipher what his brother was trying to tell him.

... ... ..- - / ..- .-. -..- / .- . .-. -.- .-.-.- / .. / .- - / ... .- .-. .-. -.- / - ... .- - / .. / ..-. - ..- -. -.. / ... - - . / .- .- -.- / - - / - .- .-.. -.- / - - / -.- - ..- (Shut up, Jerk. I am happy that I found some way to talk to you.)

Dean answered back.

-.- - ..- / .- -. -.. / - . / -... - - ... .-.-.- / .. / .- .- ... / -. . - - .. -. -. / -... - .-. . -.. / .- .. - ... / - .- .-.. -.- .. -. -. / - - / - -.- ... . .-.. ..-. .-.-.- (You and me both. I was getting bored with talking to myself.)

At that, Sam laughed. Dean felt his brother's body vibrate against his own. It made him smile to know that he had been able to bring a smile to his brother's face. And this time, he knew why Sam was laughing. Meanwhile, Bobby and John watched silently from the doorframe, eyes filling quickly with tears and smiles forming on their faces. Things seemed to look up for them. They hoped it stayed that way.

Figured I'd add in the translation so ur not left with wondering what the heck they were saying XD

TBC! 8D