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Okay I started with option one , Dean being protective but dont worry option 2 voters there will be classic guilty Dean later. I have a goal and an ending in mind and hopefully you guys will also enjoy the rest of the fic.
Dean just stood there frozen as the witch's words sank in but he quickly regained himself and ran off towards Sam. He kneeled besides an unconscious Sam , who was lying face down . Dean gently tilted Sam on to his side and placed Sam's head in his lap. He pressed his palm under Sam's sweaty fringes but Sam was was too cold.
Frantically Dean pushed his fingers against Sam's neck and sighed in relief when he felt a steady pulse. Blood was still trickling down Sam's chin and Dean cleaned it with his thumb only to smear it more.
"Sammy, Hey common buddy . wake up ." Dean coaxed over his brother but Sam did not as much as moan. His lips were set in a hard line. A pained expression frozen on his face.
Garth also unsteadily kneeled on the floor , he was holding several paper towels that he began to wrap around Sam's shoulders which were still bleeding. Dean didn't stop to wonder where Garth got them from, he just grabbed some and started pressing them against Sam's bleeding wounds.
"Dean " Garth said shakily. "We need to call an ambulance"
Dean noded , he was thinking the same thing . The constant flow of blood from Sam's mouth indicated internal bleeding. He noticed a lot of blood on Sam's side and pulled up his shirt. He frowned at the deep gash in Sam's side caked with dried up blood and fresh blood kept oozing out.
"We cant wait for an ambulance. We have to take him ourselves besides theres a body here" Dean said gruffly.
"Dean , this is serious " Garth slurred out. Dean looked at him and immediately noticed a gash on Garth's head that was expelling blood at an alarming rate.
"Garth , you okay ? " Dean asked as he picked up a towel and wrapped it around Sam's arm.
"I'm swell" Garth answered with a lopsided smile which turned into grimace as he touched the wound on his head. Dean returned his attention to Sam who was looking deathly pale. Whatever the witch had done to Sam , it was internal and Dean could not fix it.
External wounds he could deal could fix them in a second and stich them up. Bullets and knife wounds , he could deal with ; but hemorrhage and trauma , they always drove him to the edge.
"Sammy , wake up. You gotta help me man" Dean said desperately , hoping that whatever the witch did wasn't as bad as it looked.
But Sam was knocked out cold. Suddenly he started wheezing as if he was having trouble breathing and Dean felt his heart shatter. Some where Garth was talking on the phone but Dean could only hear the thunder of his own blood in his ears.
Normally he would treat this matter like a case with calculated and ordered steps. He always did when Sam would get sick or someone would try to strangle his giraffe neck.
Keep Sammy from falling asleep.
Stop the bleeding.
Drag his sasquatch ass to the car.
Get him checked into the nearest hospital.
Get him checked out as soon as possible because Sammy hates hospitals.
Kill those bastards who messed with him.
But right now he couldn't think straight. His thoughts were fuzzy and mixed up. All he could think of was that he failed. He failed to keep Sammy safe . He failed at his job. He looked at the knife marks on Sam's arm and he could hear only one word screaming at him over and over again.
Failure failure failure filature.
It was his job to keep Sam safe and he had failed at his job. He felt sick at the sight of Sam's blood . He didn't know what was wrong with him. They had been through far worse but this time Dean felt as if his world was ending.
"Dean we have to get him upstairs and wait for the ambulance. We'll close the trap door and hide it under a rug or something. We 'll deal with the body ?," Garth said all business like but Dean did not reply as he continued to stare at his injured little brother.
"Dean" Garth shouted and Dean suddenly broke out of his trace.
"Yeah I hear you . Lets go" Dean answered as he got up and slid his arms under Sam's armpits.
Garth shakily got up and swayed a little on his feet. He kept on touching the gash on his head.
"Garth , leave it alone, we'll get you patched up at the hospital" Dean said wincing at the amount of blood oozing from Garth's head.
Garth noded and helped Dean to get Sam upright. Unfortunately Sam was not providing any help. Slowly they managed to get his arms around their necks on either side of Sam. Sam moaned when they pulled his injured shoulders but he did not wake up.
By the time they reached upstairs they were panting and gasping for breath. It was not an easy feat carrying a huge unconscious six foot tall Sam up the stairs especially when Garth was also a little unstable.
They laid Sam on the couch and Garth collapsed on the sofa. Sam's breathing was worse and no matter how much blood Dean cleaned off from Sam's chin. More kept coming out.
With every gasp and wheezing breath Sam took, Dean kept on suffocating , he felt as if there was a noose tightening around his neck .He quickly closed the trap door and went by Sam's side . He made Sam sit upright and began to rub smooth circles on his back just like he did when they were kids.
Sam was slowly turning a shade of blue and Dean cursed loudly making Garth stand up and aim the shot gun in the air.
"The ghost's gone Garth. The witch had summoned it so it's probably gone now that she's dead." Dean said irritably and Garth noded slumping to the sofa again.
"Garth how did you stumble across this case" Dean asked as he wiped Sam's face gently .
"I found a newspaper page outside my motel door. I thought it was a coincidence ya know but now I think its not"
Dean nodded feeling guilty for pulling Garth in their mess. He didn't want to think what the witch would have done to Garth if he had not called them . She probably would have killed him to get back at the Winchesters.
Sam suddenly gasped and woke up . He was thrashing wildly and Dean firmly gripped him before he could fall off the couch or cause more damage to his wounds.
"Sam hey , calm down"
Sam did stop thrashing down but he was no where near calm. His breathing was worse and he clutched his ribs groaning as he moved his injured arm.
"Can't breathe" he managed to speak and Dean quickly forced Sam's head down towards his knees. He continued rubbing circles on his back and after a few minutes Sam calmed down breathing heavily but the sounds he made during breathing made Dean wince and flinch.
'Better " Dean asked "Wow, Samantha I feel like I'm helping you go through cramps or something" Dean grinned but Sam did not seem to hear him. He was only focusing on breathing.
"Its pushing against my lungs. The blood . Ugh" Sam rasped out and coughed again and Dean clenched his jaws as he felt the strain of the coughs writhe up through Sam's body.
This was his fault. It was Dean's fault. He wanted to shoot himself for letting Sam go through this much pain.
Protect Sammy . The words kept repeating in his head . Those were the words he had told his father whenever John would take off for hunts leaving Sam under Dean's wing.
Protect Sammy.
He felt sick , sick of seeing Sam hurt over and over again. He was at the verge of a major break down when finally he heard the faint sirens which became clearer in minutes.
"It's gonna be okay Sammy. Every things gonna be okay. I'm never going to let anything happen to you again. I promise" Dean said in a hushed voice near Sam's ear who was once again unconscious.
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Sam moaned as he heard a voice continuously urging him to wake didn't want to wake up . The mere task of opening his eyelids felt tiring and impossible . He wanted to sleep again to never wake up. His head felt heavy as if it was separated from the rest of his body.
Atleast the pressure on his lungs was gone and he was in a soft comfortable bed.
"Sammy , attaboy. wake up."
He recognised the voice as Dean's and slowly he opened his blinked several times before Dean's face came to a focus.
"D'n ? " He asked and his older brother grinned at him.
"I'm right here Sammy, you know you're gonna give me early gray hairs"
Sam smiled and looked at his surrounding. He was definitely in a hospital. How the hell did he get here. He was feeling sore and numb. His side was also throbbing like a S.O.B. Then it all came back to him... The cabin, ghost , the freaky witch, spell and then unbearable pain.
"The witch " He asked and tried to get up hoping that Garth was alright. Dean gently laid a hand on his chest.
"She's dead . How you feeling?" Dean asked as he eased back into the hard plastic chair besides his bed. Dean seemed tired and weary . He seemed as if he had not slept for quite a while . There were tension lines creasing his face.
"Dean I'm fine but you on the other hand look like crap" Sam answered as he forced himself into a sitting position . Dean gave a half hearted laugh as he rubbed his hand on his face.
"Is Garth alright" Sam asked and winced as he felt the stitches in his side.
"Yeah turns out no matter how scrawny he is , he definitely heals faster than you"
"Why, how long was I out ?" Sam asked . Dean was more tense than usual. Sam was sure that his injuries we're that bad. Though he had felt that the witch had been gutting him with a butchers knife but they definitely had been through worse.
"Almost two days" Dean answered wearily."They gave you a lot of morphine"
"But I feel fine , definitely not drugged " Sam said and Dean rolled his eyes.
"Thats because I already had an encounter with the loopy you. He was quite charming " Dean said sarcastically.
"Shut up " Sam sighed hoping he did not say some stupid things even though that was highly unlikely. He knew for a fact that his loopy self was too talkative because Dean had once video taped him when he was drunk. It took all his stealth and hunter training to delete that video right from under Dean's nose.
"Wait , is the spell gone?" Sam suddenly blurted out. He hoped that it was gone, now that the witch was dead.
Dean looked like he had forgotten about the spell and he became more attentive .
"I dont know? Lets test it" Dean said winking at him. Sam raised his eyebrow.
"No Dean, I'm not rolling over like a puppy."
Dean noded and thought for a moment "Say that Sam Winchester cries his way through sex" he grinned looking quite fond of himself.
Sam shook his head and waited impatiently , his heart beating loudly in his chest . He grew hopeful and smiled at Dean who clapped his hands together.
But Sam's smile turned into a grimace as he felt a sharp familiar stab in his head.
He sighed and shook his head at Dean who got the message and noded.
"Ok , no need to admit what I just said. We both know the truth" He said clearly trying to lighten the mood. "We both know thats why you've never gotten laid "
"Shut up Dean" Sam said miserably and slumped backwards hissing in pain as his injured shoulder collided against the metal railing of the cheap hospital bed.
"When can we leave?" Sam asked. He hated hospitals. Not because of the depressing environment or because of the lingering smell of phenol that didn't leave his clothes for days. He hated hospitals because it would always remind Sam of his dad. How Sam found him dead besides the bed when he returned with his cup of coffee.
The hospitals always reminded Sam of his last words with his dad. He had fought with him and shouted at when John had died and Sam could not finds the pulse no matter how much he tried he realised how much he loved his dad.
Sam snapped out of his daze when he heard Dean's phone ringing. Dean answered it and a pressed the button putting the person on speaker.
"It's Garth. He's found something" Dean told Sam who was looking at him questingly.
"Garth yeah , what you got" Dean said holding the phone up.
"Okay guys so I went to take care of the body and I found a mother load of all the voodoo magic books in one of the bedroom closets. I thought that we could find a way to break the spell. If there is one .?"
Sam suddenly sat up straight ignoring the pain his body as he felt hope swell in his chest.
"Garth , thats great news " Sam said happily. '" Yeah,The spells still active"
"Yeah, so you guys want me to bring em ?" Garth asked.
" Yeah we can take them back to your house" Dean said. He looked genuinely happy for the first time since Sam had woken up in the hospital. He flicked the phone shut with a loud snap.
"I hope there's a way to reverse the curse" Sam said.
"Dont worry Sammy , we'll find a counter spell" Dean said grinning wearily as he ruffled Sam's hair . Sam gently slapped his hand away.
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Sam slammed his fist on the table in frustration as he threw a book against the opposite wall of Garth's study which landed on the floor with a dull thud. It had been four days since he had been discharged from the hospital and all four days he had been continuously going through the witch's books.
Garth was not kidding when he had said mother load , there were hundreds of books and looking for one tiny spell was like looking a needle in a haystack—no it was much worse.
The worse thing was that Dean was not helping in any way. He had been on edge and irritated for the past two days. Not only that but he seemed more tired and weary . Sam tried to talk to him but he threatened to use the spell to shut Sam up and that was Sam's cue to leave him alone.
He had tried on more than one occasion to ask Dean about his encounter with the blonde witch in the bar and Dean had refused to talk giving Sam the cold shoulder.
Currently Dean was sleeping in one of the bedrooms , he had chosen the the one which had the pink wall papers removed and Sam was left with the really girly one with the drapes and laces and everything.
Sam yawned and looked at his watch . It was seven in the morning and he had been researching since five when he could not sleep. He got up and decided to go and bring some break fast . Maybe some pie would cheer up Dean.
It turned out that none of the shops had pie this early in the morning and Sam had to go out of the way to buy it. He returned an hour later to find Dean pacing frantically between the kitchen and the living room.
When Sam stepped in and greeted him with a casual hey . Dean suddenly sped towards him with such anger that Sam nearly dropped the bags he had been holding.
"Where the hell have you been Sam. I woke up to find you gone" Dean snarled in his face. Sam stepped out of Dean's way and walked past him to put the bags on the kitchen counter.
"Relax Dean I just went to bring some breakfast" Sam said calmly leaning against the counter while Dean seemed on the verge of a hysterical break down.
"Without your phone" Dean shouted as he picked up Sam's phone from the nearby table and threw it at Sam who catched it hastily. He winced as he stretched his shoulder which was not fully healed.
"I forgot. Dean whats the matter?" Sam asked . He didn't want to have another fight with his brother.
"Whats the matter " Dean repeated shaking his head in disbelief ." Sam you almost died , not two days ago. Do you know what kind of horror shows I had going on in my brain" Dean said coming to stand once again in Sam's face.
"Dean I'm not ten , I dont need your permission to go outside. What the hell is this about ?" Sam asked exasperated.
Dean clenched his jaws so tightly that the veins in his neck stood out.
"Sam from now on whenever you wanna leave , you will ask me first. Got it" Dean said calmly and Sam's eyebrows shot up.
"Dean , you cant do that . " He cried out . Dean was using the curse again . " You cant use the curse like that"
"I can and I just did. You know, I thought that you had left because of the spell and how I couldn't stop the witch from hurting you"
Sam shook his head , "Dean what the hell are you talking about. I would never leave and it was not your fault what the witch did. Besides I'm a grown man and I can take care of myself" Sam said as he tried to reason with Dean.
"To me you'll always be a toothy little kid with huge dimples" Dean said and smiled a little.
Sam on the other hand seemed shocked . Dean never said these kind of things out loud. No , he always steered clear of the chick flick zone and right now he was deliberately stepping in the middle of it. So naturally Sam was a little shocked when he heard Dean say this.
"Dean " Sam began but Dean cut him of.
"No Sam , ok why can't you listen for once . You're not fully healed yet and I need you to stay safe . Ok?" Dean said calmly . He was getting pale and looked withdrawn.
Suddenly Sam gasped as he noticed Dean's hand , It was bleeding badly and looked as if Dean had shoved it through a grinder. He quickly took hold of it and cursed loudly when he saw shards of glass sticking out of Dean's knuckles.
Dean pulled his hand away.
"Dean what the hell . Did you do this?" Sam asked. He looked around and noticed the broken painting that was hanging at the far end of the living room. Blood crusted glass glinted on the floor.
"Sam " Dean shouted " Am I clear ? "
Sam sighed not taking his eyes off from Dean's bleeding hand.
"Dean It's not like I have a choice already but alright i'll agree if you let me look at your hand".
Dean noded wearily and suddenly all the tension drained away from Dean's muscles. He slid into the living room sofa. Sam went to get the first aid kit and returned a minute later as he sat on the edge of the table. He took hold of Dean's hand and began to pick out the shards.
It seemed that Dean had punched the broken glass again and again because many of the pieces were way too deep. Dean hissed in pain as Sam pulled out the shards.
It took almost fifteen minutes to take out all the pieces and Sam cleaned Dean's hand with a disinfectant before neatly wrapping it up.
"Dean why did you do that ?" Sam asked when he was all done.
"I dont know Sam." Dean answered wearily " when I couldn't find you . It felt as if I was sick and I was suffocating. Maybe It's because you nearly died"
Sam looked sadly at Dean who seemed too miserable and depressed but Sam knew how to fix that.
He patted Dean's knee and got up. He returned with the pie and a fork.
"Look what I bought you" Sam said happily knowing that in a minute Dean would start eating like a starving pig.
"Put it in the fridge. I'll eat it later. I'm gonna go get some shut eye" Dean said and left a shocked Sam behind. Now there was not a single doubt in Sam's mind that something was wrong with Dean and he could only figure out one thing . The witch had placed another curse.
After eating breakfast he wrapped up the remaining for Dean and went to the study to go through the books with renewed determination. He decided to call Garth.
"What's up amigo " Garth answered cheer fully after the third bell.
'Hey Garth" Sam greeted him "How's Kevin doing?"
"Not good, I almost didn't recognise the kid since he was looking like a cave man. He had a two inch beard growing. Told me he didn't have time to shave"
Sam gave a bark like laugh and then decided to get to the point.
"Garth did the witch do anything to Dean" Sam asked impatiently since he didn't remember anything when the witch went down. All he had been aware of at that time was his insides twisting inside of him. Then he was sure he had blacked out.
Garth was silent for a moment then he replied in a grave voice.
"She did do something but I thought that I had shot her before she could do any harm. Since Dean looked okay so it kinda slipped my mind"
Sam rubbed his free hand across his face and sighed.
"Garth I think she did something to Dean. He seems on edge and he drove his fist through a glass painting again and again. But most importantly , he refused to eat pie "
"Jeez man ,?" Garth said lazily.
"Garth how can I figure out what kind of spell the witch used . I mean there are so many books. It may take weeks to find a counter spell for myself. I dont even know what the witch did to Dean"
"She said something about fulfilling his wish and then she went out like a lamp. I thought that maybe she was talking about the curse on you"
"What if she did fulfill Dean's wish at the time . So , you're saying she cursed Dean with her dying breath" Sam asked as tension began to build up in his chest , "Great , just great. Now we have two curses to deal with"
"Sam , maybe its not bad. I mean she said about fulfilling his wish . How bad can that be" Garth asked hopefully.
"Garth its always bad . I'm sure she wouldn't waste her dying breath just to fulfill Dean's wish . She probably twisted it and turned it into another curse"
"What do you think Dean's wish was at that time" Garth asked.
Sam wondered for some time. He 'll have to ask Dean about that.
"I dont know Garth. But thanks man .Now I have to find the spell . At least I know what I'm looking for"
"No worries Sam. Chill . I'm sure what ever it is , isn't that bad"
"Thanks Garth, you know I could use another pair of eyes here"
"Yeah i'll come. I've almost restocked all the supplies on the boat."
"Alright then . I'll see you here"
Sam sighed and ended the call. He hoped that Garth was right. But since when has Winchester luck ever been good. As he began to flip through the pages of the old moldy book again he couldn't help but wish for a rabbit's foot.
A few hours later Sam was nowhere near to finding the damn spell. The witch had done quite a lot of research and had scribbled small notes on every guessed that her Latin and Aramaic was not that good because she had translated many of the incantations thus making it easier for Sam to go through the books.
He heard the fridge door slam close and went to the kitchen. Dean was standing there eating the pie that Sam had bought earlier. It seemed that sleep had done him some good and he seemed in a good mood.
"How's the research going" He asked with his mouth full and gulped down the huge bite he had taken.
Sam shrugged and sat down at the small kitchen table fiddling idly with the worn out table cloth.
"It could help if you could tell me what the witch said to you at the bar" Sam asked for the umpteenth time expecting to be shrugged off again.
"Look I just said some thing about wishing something and then she kissed me and left. End of the story" Dean said slicing his fork through the air.
"So you said these words out aloud like I wish this could happen " Sam asked . "What did you say?"
Dean gulped down the remaining pie and threw the empty container in the trash can. He sighed.
"I wished that you could start listening to me like you used to . Okay . Happy now" Dean said exasperated.
"So you just said these things to some random chick in a bar . Didn't it occur to you that something might be off" Sam accused him angrily wondering when did Dean get so stupid.
"I was a little drunk .Okay." Dean added in his defence but that just made Sam more angry.
"Is this what you do Dean. Just tell random people how I let you down. What a disappointment I am."
"I told you I was drunk " Dean shouted as he slammed his fist on the kitchen counter.
Sam raised his eye brows at Dean's sudden out burst .Dreading the possibility that Dean might hurt his already injured hand , Sam calmed himself.
"Dean, I think the witch put another spell on you" Sam said calmly." Do you feel any different ?"
Dean shook his head " No, I feel fine . Look ,I think I'm a little on edge because I almost lost you" Dean said gravely getting paler by the second.
Sam sighed " Dean we've been through far worse . This was not even that close a call. I'm perfectly fine." Sam said looking shocked at Dean's sudden pale appearance. How ever as Sam talked Dean noded and took a deep breath getting his colour back in seconds.
"Dean what were you .. , um what were you thinking when the witch died"
"What do you think Sam" Dean asked mockingly. Sam shrugged and Dean rolled his eyes.
"Sam you were lying bleeding on the floor. What do you think I was thinking—to go slow dancing ?" Dean asked sarcastically.
"Oh right " Sam said . Of course Dean could have been thinking of protecting him. That explains his worried behaviour. But why was he on edge.?
"Sam , the witch tried to wham me with a spell but Garth stopped her. I'm fine and I dont need you worrying about me . Okay?" Dean said and stormed out of the kitchen without hearing Sam's reply.
Sam followed him to the study where Dean sat down on one of the chairs surrounding the wooden table . He picked up the nearest book and began flicking the pages.
Sam decided to refrain from talking about the witch anymore and he also joined Dean at the table.
Sam had gone through about ten books with no luck when there was a sound of the porch door opening. It was probably Garth and Sam got up to look only to be pushed back into the chair by Dean.
"Stay here. I'll go check" Dean said in a hushed voice as he took out his gun.
Sam looked at him incredulously , "Dean , its probably Garth."
"Better safe than sorry" Dean said and gave Sam a stern look. "Sam stay here . Do not leave this chair." He said angrily.
"Dean I dont have a choice" Sam shouted infuriated. He crossed his arms infront of his chest. He didn't want to have another migraine so he remained seated. He was getting annoyed of Dean's irrational behaviour.
A minute later Dean appeared with Garth at his heals.
"Can I leave the chair now?" Sam asked Dean angrily before he accidently decide to stand up only to end up collapsing on the floor. Dean was looking quite pleased with himself for god knows what reason.
He noded grinning at Sam and then left the room.
"He seems fine to me" Garth said after he was done hugging Sam. Sam shook his head .
'I think I know what Dean's wish was at the time. It was to protect me" Sam declared.
"Well thats not so bad" Garth said cheerfully. " I should have guessed"
"Garth, it is bad .We have to break the curse. Lets hit the books" Sam said as he once again bowed his head into the dusty books.
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"Hey Sam I'm gonna go hustle some money at the nearby bar . You coming?" Dean asked as he peered into the study. Garth had retired to get some sleep after hours of reading . Sam was still awake. He wanted to figure out what was wrong with Dean as soon as possible. Every second he slept was a second wasted.
" No Dean, I'm researching" Sam said stiffly as he stretched his arms and craned his neck.
Dean nodded and left. He came a minute later miserable and angry.
"What" Sam snapped at him.
"I cant leave you alone " Dean said shaking his head like a child who had been scolded.
'Why not" Sam asked irritably.
"What if some one breaks into the house. What if you take off again on your own." Dean said in one breath and he looked embarrassed with himself. He ran a hand through his hair looking a little shocked as if he himself knew that he was being irrational.
Sam chuckled " Still think there's no curse"
Dean shook his head and gulped.
"You wanna tell me whats going on" Sam asked calmly. Dean sighed and sat down on the nearby chair. He rested his face in his hands with his elbows on his knees.
Sam noticed that his hands were shaking and he grew concerned.
"Dean?"
"Alright, Ok? . I admit theres something wrong" Dean blurted out suddenly ."I keep getting these weird thoughts. I keep thinking that I failed. I failed to keep you safe. I keep thinking of ways to keep you out of harm . If I ignore these thoughts then I —-" he paused as if thinking what to say.
Sam looked at his brother sadly ,"It's okay Dean , go on—"
"I get sick. When you had gone without telling me . I thought you had left and I felt as if I needed to punish myself" Dean finished and Sam clenched his jaws. Thats why Dean had smashed that glass, ..., to punish himself.
Sam knew that Dean was never too good at admitting these things. It probably must have taken all his will power to tell Sam about these thoughts.
"It's okay Dean. We'll figure this out. I cant believe I'm saying this but I wish the witch was alive. We could have tortured some answers out of her."
Dean noded and didn't meet Sam's gaze. Sam sighed . If playing pool will make Dean happy then he might as well go with him.
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Sam didn't know how much more of Dean's irrational over protective behaviour he could take. Dean made him sit at the table where he had Sam in his line of sight. Then and now Dean would shoot furtive glances at him which Sam ignored.
. However Dean had been careful as to not take advantage of the curse and Sam was quite grateful for that. Right now he was sitting hunched over one of the books . He was barely reading anything just staring and trying not to fall asleep. He jumped when his phone rang and picked it. Garth was talking excitedly on the other end and Sam had to ask him to start from the beginning.
"Alright , so I found this spell . It's called the Wicked Wish. "
Sam chuckled at the name and urged Garth to continue.
"I'm so glad all these Latin words have already been translated . Ok" Garth paused to clear his throat.
"I've read it and what I could make of it was that the spell has three stages. The person has to be cursed by the witch like three times for the spell to fully mature. Dean's been cursed once , right?"
"Twice , the witch had cursed Dean at the bar and I paid the price. Thats a little confusing though"
"Alright so the first time the person has to say the words out loud , the person can resist the spell without much damage to his health and gets his wish."
"Wait but the spell didn't affect Dean . I'm the one who has to resist the spell"Sam asked confused , "maybe its not the right spell"
" Balls ,These notes are difficult to read , man. " Garth answered frustrated "The spell affected you cuz it was probably Dean's wish . RIght?"
"This still doesn't make sense but it may the spell we're looking for. " Sam said and Garth continued.
"The second time the witch can fulfill whatever the person is thinking in his heart . The person has minimum resistance to the spell and if he does not act according to the spell he can " Garth paused and Sam felt his heart beating wildly in his chest.
"Garth , what is it?"
"The person can end up dead" Garth finished and Sam felt his heart stop. So if Dean did not act upon his irrational thoughts he could end up dead.
"Garth , are you sure . Read it again" Sam said desperately.
"Dude I've reads it thrice but no worries cuz there's a counter spell" Garth announced cheerfully.
Sam sagged in the chair and sighed in relief. He took a swing of the beer infront of him.
"What the hell is a Zanna's hair ?" Garth asked.
"I dont know " Sam said hoping that he atleast knew the rest of the ingredients. "We'll find out. What about the rest of the ingredients" Sam asked.
"Yeah , there are a few weird things but I know a hunter who knows a guy that sells all kind of weird crap. Hell , I think he was once selling a unicorn's horn." Garth said sounding impressed.
"Garth, there's no such thing as a unicorn" Sam said while rolling his eyes.
"You do not know that for sure" Garth said abruptly. Sam pinched the brink of his nose as he felt a bit drowsy.
"Thanks have to get rid of this curse before its too late" Sam closed the phone without hearing Garth's reply.
Finally there was a chance of ending the he couldn't understand was why he was affected when Dean was the one who had met the witch?. He just hoped that a single spell could get rid of both the curses. He remembered how pale and frail Dean had looked when Sam had returned with the break fast. He hated to see Dean hurting. He nodded to himself and bought the beer to his lips— wait he didn't order any beer. He was sure about that.
He quickly placed the bottle back on the table feeling groggy and disoriented. He called the waitress and told her he didn't order this. She pointed to a person sitting on the corner bar stool. He was the one who had sent the drink.
The guy winked and made his way to Sam. Sam could tell that the guy was gay. There was a time when Sam would feel humiliated and uncomfortable when a guy looked at him the way this person was now. But not now . Sam discarded the drink putting it in the tray which the waitress was holding.
He closed his book and glared at the person who was now sitting on the chair opposite him. He wore a tight fitting shirt that was stretched to the point of ripping across his huge biceps.
His hand lazily darted towards Sam's head and Sam grabbed his wrist reflexively. He suddenly felt very dizzy but he kept himself steady as he tried to look as intimidating as Dean would. The guy was visibly drunk and was smiling toothily.
"Look pal you should get lost before I decide to beat you up" Sam said calmly trying to keep his eyes focused at the guy's glazed eyes.
"Ooh , you're feisty " The guy said and pulled his wrist which Sam released when a dizzy spell took over. Had he been drugged?
"Whats your name. I really want to get to know you" the guy said enthusiastically.
Sam shot his fist at the guys face but his movements were slow . The guy easily blocked Sam's fist and clutched his hand.
"Feisty " He repeated " Too bad you wont remain that way. I spiked your drink so in some time you'll feel quite pleasent. You'll thank me later." He said sleepily. Sam clenched his jaw and closed his eyes as his vision began to go blurry. He gasped when the guy slid his hand across Sam's thigh.
This time Sam punched the guy whole in the face and he heard a satisfactory crack. The guy slid off his chair and clutched his bleeding nose and Sam decided to get Dean and leave before the drugs fully kicked in. He didn't want to collapse with Dean dragging him to the car.
"Listen pal , since I have a lot on my plate right now so i'm letting you off the hook. Alright?" Sam said to the guy who was still holding his nose and blood was gushing out of his fingers. He nodded and turned to leave when suddenly he was punched in the face again , this time by Dean.
"What were you doing to my brother ? " Dean growled in the face of the fear stricken man.
He kneed the guy in the stomach who collapsed to the floor.
"Dean . He was drunk . Come on lets go" Sam said picking up his book and urging Dean to leave . He made an attempt to grab Dean's shoulder and Dean looked at him angrily .
"Sam stay out of this " He barked and pushed Sam back forcefully. Sam gasped when he felt a tug on the stitches in his side where the shard of glass had cut him . He quickly slid his hand in his shirt to check if he had ripped them and sighed in relief when he found them intact.
He heard a strangled cry and found Dean straddling the man on the floor, literally beating the guy to death. Sam shouted at Dean but it was to no avail. Dean kept on punching the man his knuckles becoming redder and redder with the guy's blood.
Sam just stood there frozen . He could'nt let Dean murder the guy but he did'nt want to go through that pain again. He stepped towards Dean and shuddered as he anticipated another round of stabbing pains. Yup, Winchester luck was rotten.
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