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Dean grinned as he pocketed another stack of green bills. His inner hustler was was on a roll tonight. He kept on glancing at Sam . Deep down he knew that he was being irrational and over protective. He could sense that Sam was frustrated.
His very independent brother didn't want to be treated like a five year old. But what could Dean do? Sam had a knack of getting in trouble or maybe it was the other way around and the trouble always found him. Whatever the reason Sam needed him and Dean was going to make sure that Sam would never suffer again. He could not bear the thought of seeing Sam in pain again.
The man infront of him stomped his foot in frustration and eyed Dean angrily. Dean shrugged and decided to call it a day . He had enough cash to last for a month. He turned to look at Sam.
Some guy was sitting across from Sam and Dean wondered if Sam was having a conversation with some random guy. Then Dean noticed it and what he saw made him see red. The guy was touching Sam and Sam looked like he was sick or something, maybe drunk. Sam punched the guy in the face but Dean was not gonna let the guy off that easy.
He made his way towards the guy and punched him . How dare he try to mess with Sam? How dare he touch his little brother?. Dean felt as if he was breathing fire. Every nerve in his body was screaming at him to terminate the man standing infront of him.
Somewhere Sam was attempting to stop him but Dean needed to teach this guy a lesson. He quickly pushed Sam away. Sam was already injured because of that witch and Dean didn't want him to suffer more.
"Sam stay out of this" He shouted and turned his attention to the threat. The guy was scared out of his mind . His lips kept moving but Dean could not hear a single word over the thunder of blood against his ear drums.
In the blink of an eye he had tackled the guy to the floor.
"You have some nerve " Dean growled at the man as he punched him again and again. He felt the guy's facial bones crack under his knuckles but he did not care. No one who messes with Sammy gets to live.
"Dean"
Dean kept punching. His bandaged knuckles were crimson with the guy's blood but he was no where near done.
"Dean, please stop. Ugh... Dean you're gonna kill him"
Sam's voice came from somewhere around him but Dean was not done . He could feel himself trembling with rage.
"DEAN STOP" Sam shouted and Dean finally broke out of his trance. He gasped as he looked at the guys face. It was bruised beyond recognition. Every inch of his face was covered in blood.
For a moment Dean could not believe that he was capable of doing this to a human being. He looked at his hands and the scarlet on his knuckles told another story. Frantically he pushed his trembling fingers against the guy's neck and felt a pulse.
"Call 911" Some one in the bar shouted. Dean quickly stood up and backed away never taking his eyes off from that bloody face which was immensely disfigured. Suddenly the faces of the victims flashed in his mind. The victims of that ghost had the same faces. What was wrong with him? The spell . That damn witch but he could'nt blame the spell.
"Dean , you okay?" Dean heard Sam's shaky voice. He looked around and saw Sam sitting on the floor on one knee. He was drenched in sweat and was trembling.
Suddenly Dean did not feel bad for the guy anymore. All feelings seeped out of him and only one thought remained in his mind.
Protect Sammy.
Without wasting time. He gently lifted Sam from his arm. Careful not to stretch it too much since it hadn't fully healed. He looked around and realised the whole bar had gone eerily quiet. Everyone was looking at him. Some people were helping the guy on the floor. Dean quickly made his way out of the double doors supporting Sam's tall frame. Sam kept glancing back at the guy.
Sam was having difficulty moving his feet and on more than one occasion Dean saved him from a head dive into the asphalt.
Once they were in the safe confinements of the Impala , Dean took a breath.
"Dean, you okay?" Sam slurred out. Dean looked at Sam and realised that his eyes were too big and too glazed.
"Yeah , I'm fine. I— I would have killed him if you—" Dean began to shake . He once again looked at his hands. The blood seemed even more horrifying on his hands in the faint glow of the street lamp that streaked through the Impala's window but his mind kept telling him that the guy deserved it.
" 's okay. Not your fault. The spell" Sam said slowly. It seemed as if he was having difficulty constructing sentences.
Dean bit his lip and noded. Sam giggled a little.
Dean frowned at him.
"Are you drunk? " he asked with concern. Sam smiled at him and shook his head.
"Nah the guy spiked 'm drink. I feel awesome" Sam said and gave Dean a toothy grin. "You looked like mad max. Mad. " He said.
But Dean did not hear him. He felt as if no matter how much he breathed he could not get enough air into his lungs. He felt as if he was in a vacuum.
"Dean 's wrong" Sam asked patting his shoulder lightly.
Dean grabbed Sam's wrist and looked into his glazed eyes.
"Back up. That bastard gave you something?" Dean asked angrily. How could Sam be so stupid?. What if the guy had poisoned Sam?
"Dean lemme go" Sam cried out. Dean quickly loosened his grip and Sam rubbed his wrist.
"We have to get you to a hospital" Dean said as he quickly started the Impala. He had no idea what drug the guy had given Sam. He needed it flushed out of Sam's system as quickly as possible. He didn't know what the side affects were. What if it was poisonous ? What if it caused nerve damage?
He had failed again. He should have known that it was not a good idea bringing Sam to the bar.
"Dean , Its nothing and I hate hospitals" Sam groaned in a childish manner.
" 'sides I feel frigging' fantastic" Sam said happily .
Dean rolled his eyes at loopy Sam. Okay short bursts of euphoria was one side effect.
"No Sam we're going ."Dean said sternly.
"Dean" Sam wailed . Dean glared at him.
"Dean you can take care of me. I dont wanna go. I hate hospitals. " Sam said and Dean considered this for a moment. He stopped at the red light and looked at Sam who was looking like a little child asking for a lolly pop and damn it, his hair reminded Dean of the old Sam, the Sam before the demon blood, before Ruby ; the Sam that was innocent and guilt free.
"Alright but next time we go out . Next time we go anywhere you stick to me like a shadow" Dean said and he waited for Sam's stubborn responses.
But Sam clapped in glee. He grinned and noded. Dean smiled back . He was actually beginning to like loopy Sam. This Sam was very— compliant.
" I dont know why you bother askin. 's not like I have a choice. But I trust you Dean. You're my big brother" Sam said slowly . He had to think before choosing each word.
Dean nodded. The rest of the way Sam kept muttering things under his breath. Dean kept shooting him worried glances. He should have killed the guy. He shuddered at his dark thoughts. He had to remind himself that the guy was human and not their average shoot first ask questions later kinds thing.
"DEAN" Sam suddenly shouted and automatically Dean's foot pressed against the brakes. He glared angrily at Sam.
"WHAT THE HELL SAM"
"Garth, he found the —uh — "
"What" Dean asked as he sighed and once again started the Impala. Sam seemed to be thinking very deeply. His lips were set in a hard line and he was staring at the ceiling with narrowed eyes. Dean rolled his eyes.
Finally Sam sighed, "I forgot" . He looked hurt and depressed.
"Dont worry , we'll ask garth when we get back"
At once that dimpled smile returned, "Dean you're a genius" He said and tried to clap Dean on the shoulder. Dean shrugged him off.
"Sam , I'm driving here"
"Sorry" He said but he didn't look the least sorry. He winced a little and rubbed his side. "My stitches hurt. When can I get rid of them" He asked childishly . Dean smiled . He didn't know why he was smiling but he felt good. Despite almost beating a guy to death. Dean felt good. He felt in control.
Sam was humming along the metallica tune. Dean turned the volume high and began to sing along with Sam. He clapped his hands on the steering wheel and even Sam seemed to be enjoying himself.
Dean was in the best mood when he reached the house. He was half carrying Sam when Garth appeared out of the study . His hair was ruffled and he had a pencil stuck above his ear.
"So I have listed all the ingredients—ah whats wrong with Sam"
Dean opened his mouth to reply but Sam suddenly exclaimed.
"The cure , Garth found the cure"
"Really, thats great Garth" Dean said half heartedly. He held Sam firmly before he could collapse and guided him to the sofa in the living room.
"I have been working my ass off to find the couter spell and you guys are out getting drunk. Why the hell was I not invited. Idjits" Garth said angrily.
Dean couldn't help but grin at Garth. He was even finding Garth funny. He couldn't remember the last time he was in such a good mood.
"We didn't plan to get drunk. Someone drugged Sam" Dean said as he took off his jacket.
"WHoa . Dude are you okay?" Garth said as he bended infront of Sam who grinned.
"I feel awesome. I'm happier than Mr. Fizzles" Sam said in a surprisingly coherent way. Garth nodded and looked at Dean inquiringly. Dean shrugged , telling him that everything was okay.
"Dean are you okay. Your hands" Garth asked. Dean looked at the dried blood. He shrugged and quickly went to the bathroom to wash his hands.
He returned and found that Sam had dozed off on the sofa. He gently shook his shoulder.
"Hey come on sasquatch get up , we have to get you out of those sweaty clothes."
"No Dean, wanna sleep" Sam said wearily. His cheeks were flushed. Dean palmed Sam's forehead and didn't like that warmth one bit.
For a second he thought it was the adverse affect of the drugs then he remembered Sam kneeling on the bar floor. Dean had told him to stay away and ofcourse his stubborn brother didn't listen and hence the curse.
"Ugh— my head hurts" Sam said as he doubled over.
"Thats cause you're not listening to me . Now get up" Dean said and Sam immediately obeyed. Dean helped him up .
He changed Sam's shirt ignoring Sam's protests of I'm not a kid, I can do it myself. In the end he gave Dean the bitch face and Dean laughed. It had been a long time since he had seen that face .
Once Sam was in bed with a wet cloth on his forehead. Dean felt satisfied . He felt as if he had accomplished something great. He took out a beer and sat on the couch in the living room.
"Whats so funny" Garth asked as he also sat down. Dean realised he had been smiling to himself.
"Nothing. Just lost in thought. So you found the counter spell" Dean asked as he took a sip from the beer.
Garth nodded, "There are a few tricky things that we'll need but I'll handle them. You guys have enough on your plate."
"Thanks Garth, I really appreciate it but I think I'll take care of the curse myself. You've done enough" Dean said. He felt as if he could not trust Garth and this curse was not even that bad. Sure he had those small panic attacks but he didn't feel like getting rid of the curse.
"Dean i've already got a guy getting hold of the ingredients. There are some weird voodoo things on the list. So let me handle this. " Garth said patiently.
Dean felt a sudden flare of anger in his chest. He knew that Garth was trying to fill Bobby's shoes but Garth could never be Bobby. No one could replace Bobby.
"Look Garth . I appreciate your concern but I dont wanna get rid of the curse right now. I will leave tomorrow and we'll be out of your hair. Okay?" Dean said sternly.
"Whoa Dean. Are you sure thats a good idea?" Garth asked looking worried and concerned. "I know that the witch whammied you so you're not thinking straight"
Dean clenched his jaws. What the hell was his problem ?If Dean was telling Garth to lay off then he should forget about the curse.
"Garth I'm fine, hell I haven't felt this good since — since Sam and I used be on the road long long time ago.I feel just peachy. So give me the counter spell and we'll leave"
Garth raised his eyebrows and sighed.
"Sam wants to get rid of the curse" Garth said.
Dean suddenly stood up and Garth jumped a suddenly felt as if Garth was a threat.
"How the hell do you know what Sam wants?—huh?—Sam's my responsibility and I know exactly what he wants. He wants out of all this . He wants NORMAL and thats exactly what I'm gonna give him. "
Dean shouted .It was using all his will power to keep himself from throttling Garth.
He calmed down a bit when Garth raised his arms in a placating manner.
"Okay, jeez dude calm down. Dont get your panties in a twist. Here—" He reached for his pocket and took out a paper. " Here take the spell. You guys can stay here as long you want. I understand. Okay?"
Dean nodded and sat down again. He felt a little embarrassed at exploding on Garth like that. The poor guy was just trying to help.
"Thanks Garth. I knew you'll understand" Dean said.
Garth nodded and ran a hand through his ruffled hair making them even messier.
"So whatdya mean by getting out. You leaving hunting ,man?" Garth asked apprehensively.
Dean nodded. He had to keep Sam safe and he knew that their line of work was anything but safe.
"Do you think that Sam will want that ? I mean that you guys are the best hunters on the planet after me ofcourse"
Dean frowned a little . Thats was true . They were really good at what they do but how many times had they died?How many times had they sacrificed their lives for the greater good. Sam had never wanted this life . That was the very reason that he had run away to Stanford. Dean was the one who had dragged Sam back. Not once but twice now.
" Garth I know whats best for Sam . Okay. Now I dont want you telling any of this to Sam . We'll leave in the morning." Dean said getting up and leaving without waiting to hear Garth's reply.
After making sure that Sam was sleeping nightmare-free he went to get some shut eye himself. For the first time in his life he was thinking clearly. He had lost Sam just too many times . He didn't want another replay of Cold Oak or Lucifer or Purgatory. He just wanted to do his job right.
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"Sammy , I know a great treatment of hangovers . A greasy pork sandwich served up in a dirty ash tray" Dean said loudly over Sam's retching. Sam groaned.
"That wont work on me this time. " Sam huffed out from toilet Dean grinned . He knew that Garth would wanna talk to Sam so he was making sure that Sam remained in his sights. Currently Garth was fixing up breakfast and Dean was packing Sam's bags—again. Damn it he was beginning to feel like a cringed up housewife.
Sam staggered out of the toilet the fourth time.
"I feel awful" He said as he collapsed on the bed. "I cant remember anything from last night. Did you beat up some guy?"
"Nah, must be your imagination." Dean grinned. "pack up the remaining stuff. We're leaving after breakfast"
Sam slowly leaned on his elbows and looked at Dean.
"But Garth's found a counter spell. We can finally get rid of this stupid curse which by the way you're using again" Sam said quietly. He rubbed his temples and groaned.
"Dean the headaches coming back."
"Then why dont you pack up your stuff" Dean said worriedly when Sam winced.
"I already have a hangover and you want to put me through a supernatural migraine" Sam said angrily . He winced and groaned but God damn his stubbornness ; he did not get up to pack.
Dean was already missing loopy Sam.
"Dean" Sam shouted as he clutched his head. Dean felt a pang in his stomach when he saw that Sam was in pain, yet again. But he had to get Sam away. He had to. But maybe they should get rid of this curse. It caused Sammy pain. But this curse was a good thing , Dean was sure that Sam would start listening to him this way and Dean knew what was best for Sam.
To Dean's relief Sam suddenly got up and began gathering his things and he looked pissed.
"Dean dont mistake my packing for leaving. I'm staying right here. If you wanna go then be my guest but I'm getting rid of this curse"
Dean gritted his teeth. Couldn't Sam see that Dean was doing this for him?
"Sam I'm not leaving you and you're coming with me" Dean said sternly. Yup lucid Sam was a pain in the ass.
"Dean then stay , we'll get rid of the curse because I cant take this anymore. I cant take these bursts of pain. I feel tired and I think this curse is draining me both mentally and physically" Sam said wearily.
"What if the counter spell doesn't work" Dean asked trying to keep the anger out of his voice.
"Then we'll part until I figure something out" Sam said immediately as if he had been giving the matter enough thought already and he had even resolved on the issue.
"What ! you want to leave?" Dean said and before he knew it he was clutching Sam by his collar. Sam looked a little scared but Dean did not care. He was angry , after everything that they had been through. They had learnt that they were stronger together.
Hell, it took a trip to the future to make Dean realise that no good came out of splitting .
"Dean, its okay. Calm down" Sam said as he pulled his collar out of Dean's grasp.
But Dean was no where near calm. He felt the familiar feeling of a noose tightening around his neck. Sam wanted to leave. Sam didn't want to stay with him anymore. Perhaps Sam had realised that Dean had been doing such a bang up job of keeping him safe. Dean felt as if all the air was being pushed out of his lungs.
He was failing. He was failing again. Sam wanted to leave again !
Before he knew it he was on his knees and he couldn't breath. He felt as if his heart was beating in his throat and it would rip out of his chest any minute. He was vaguely aware of Sam shouting at him and screaming at him.
He could feel the pain in his chest as if his heart was trying to leap out . He clutched his shirt and cried out. He had to do do something. He had to keep Sam safe but how? How could he keep Sam safe? He was out of answers. Sam wanted to leave. He couldn't take the pain anymore . He felt Sam shaking him but he could not hear Sam's calls. With one final cry he sagged into Sam's arms and darkness enclosed him. He couldn't feel his heart beating in his chest anymore.
Soo how was the chapter? Thank you to all the people who reviewed. Really you guys are awesome. I really love reading reviews and I try to reply each and every one. I'm really sorry if I missed anyone.
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