Sam groaned in frustration and dropped the paper clip that he had found in the drawer .His hand wouldn't stop shaking . Several times he dropped the clip and after resting for sometime he would start again with new determination but the simple task of even sliding the pin in the lock was so difficult that Sam gave up .

By now he was covered in sweat and his fingers were aching. He slumped against the head board weary and tired. Atleast his brain was not muddled and he could think staright. He looked at his hands lying in his lap uselessly.

As the drugs slowly kicked in , Sam could feel his muscles stiffening and becoming taut and rigid. He flexed his jaw and realised that the drug was even affecting the muscles in his face. Sam sighed and looked at the pin desperately. He never realised that he could become this helpless and pathetic. He couldn't even pick a simple lock.

Its not like he hadn't been through these situations before , he had been through far worse but somehow this scared him even more because Dean was the one doing this to him , not some demon or shifter or vampire but his own brother.

Dean was doing this to him but Dean wasn't Dean right now. He was under the influence of some stupid spell and Sam knew that once Dean would come back he would go on a guilt trip. Maybe he could knock Dean out and drug HIM for a change. Call Garth and get rid of the curse. That was the only solution that Sam could think about. Right now he could just hope that Charlie was alright and Dean wouldn't get hurt while trying to get her out.

Sam must have dozed off because he woke up with his bladder screaming in protest. Dammit he should have gone to the bathroom before the drugs had fully kicked in . He took a deep breath and slowly sat up, his rigid muscles refused to stretch and pain flared through his body. He hadn't expected the pain and he immediately slumped back , the chain rattled on his hand taunting him.

Sam decided to try again. He clenched his teeth and slid his stiff legs off the bed. He pushed himself up with his hands on the bed and stood upright or atleast tried to stand upright. His body posture was hunched and his sense of balance was off.

He looked down at his feet and tried to lift them but he realised that the only way he could move was by dragging his feet. He groaned in frustration and pain . Sweat rolled off his face and burned in his eyes.

He had barely reached the end of the bed when he was panting with the effort. His legs were stiff and refused to bend . He started to move again when suddenly he foot got stuck in the long chain. Before he could even process it , he realised that he was falling. He wasn't able to move his hands to put under him and his head collided with the edge of the bed . Pain forked through his skull and then there was darkness.

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To say that Dean was pissed was an understatement, he had just driven 6 whole hours for nothing. Even he knew that he wasn't THAT intimidating to drive off a dozen demons but that was what Charlie had said and Dean knew when he was being lied to. So yes he was pissed because he had to leave Sammy alone chained and drugged for a whole six hours.

When he had gotten to the motel he found no sign of demons , no stench of sulfur but a whole lot of demon traps and salt lines . He expected Charlie to be a mess because when she had called him , she sounded winded and desperate. She sounded scared — no scratch that , she sounded terrified. But when Dean actually got to her , it was a whole other story. She seemed perfectly fine . Even he would get a bit haggard and weary when about a dozen demons would be tailing him and Charlie looked just dandy , no signs of sleep deprivation. She didn't even throw holy water on him or say christo. Just let him waltz right in through the motel door.

So obviously Dean was royally pissed. He knew something fishy was going on because he had to go out of his way to get rid of a van that had been tailing him. Oh and was it just a huge coincidence that Charlie was on lock down in Ohio out of all the states. She did beg him to take her with him but Dean was so mad that he left her at the bus stop. Maybe she and Garth were working together to get rid of the curse!

Maybe SAM was working with them!. Dean racked his brains and groaned in frustration. Everything had been going according to plan . Everything had been just fine. Sam was finally listening to him. He was safe . He was getting a meal three times a day . He was getting his sleep. For the first time in his life Dean was actually doing his job right and then Charlie had to mess everything up.

Maybe he was just assuming things. Maybe Charlie really did think that she was in danger but then what about the van tailing him. On another day he would have stopped to teach the driver a lesson but right now he had to get to Sammy. His big brother alarms were off the chart and he knew something was off.

He knew that the house was compromised. He would have to take Sam and move somewhere else . Some place where no one knew where they were. Not Garth. Not Charlie , hell not even Sam.

Dean suddenly felt guilt rise in his chest as he remembered the scared and frightened look on Sam's face on seeing the chain. Maybe he shouldn't have done that but what was he supposed to do? He knew that he couldn't take Sam with him because he was going on a hunt . He couldn't just lock Sam in the house because his pain in the ass stubborn brother would have tired to run and thus resist the spell leading to supernatural fevers.

So he had done the right thing. It was for Sammy's safety. Dean was sure that when the time comes Sam would understand. He knew that Sam would forgive him for chaining and drugging him. The kid wore his heart on a sleeve. Dean nodded to himself as he sped towards the house not caring about how many traffic rules he was breaking.

After what felt like eternity he finally reached the house. He raced through the front doors and headed to the room.

"Sam , we're leaving and — "

What he saw made him stop in his tracks. Sam was sitting on the floor besides the bed with his head pressed into the mattress' edge. The sheets were stained red where Sam's forehead was resting. There was blood on the floor too.

"Sammy" Dean shouted as he kneeled besides him. Sam turned his face towards him.

"Hey" he said weakly, "Sorry, I fell"

"Dammit Sammy . " Dean said worriedly. He took hold of Sam's wobbly head and inspected the wound. It was not such a bad injury nothing that Dean couldn't fix. He could fix this.

"Charlie?" Sam asked and Dean felt anger flare in his chest. Sam was in this state because of Charlie.

"She's fine. Dont worry about her. I gotta stich this up. Lets get you on the bed" Sam gave his head a tiny nod.

Dean hauled Sam up and it seemed as if Sam couldn't even move his legs. Dean gripped Sam's bicep and it felt as if Sam's muscles were replaced by tightly coiled thick wire.

Oh the drug, Right. Dean mentally slapped himself. He could feel the taut muscles under his grip . He knew how painful it must be for Sam. He felt his heart twisting with guilt and anger. He was angry at the world , at Charlie, at Garth —for making him leave Sammy alone.

After dragging Sam's ass on the bed and making him lean with the headboard Dean ran to get the first aid kit. He knew he couldn't give Sam any more meds so the kid kept wincing and moaning the entire time. After expertly stitching Sam's gash and cleaning it up with a disinfectant Dean took a breather.

He knew that Sam needed rest. He looked pale and he didn't wasn't even blinking properly. Dean began picking up his stuff. He'd let Sam sleep for an hour and then they would leave. He didn't want Garth or Charlie making a surprise visit.

"What are you doing" Sam said in a muffled voice. He was trying to say the words with his mouth barely open. Dean realised that the drug must have effected him more than he had anticipated.

"Sam are you okay?" Dean asked with concern . It was a stupid question. Obviously Sam wasn't fine but Dean could fix this. He wasn't out of options yet.

Sam looked at him with an incredulous expression as if saying, really Dean are you fucking kidding me? Do I look okay ?Im drugged and I'm hurt and you're failing at your job.

Sam just sighed and looked at his hand. He shook it a little and the chain rattled.

"Oh , right" Dean blurted out. He quickly unlocked the cuff while shooting apologetic glances at Sam. He could tell that Sam was pissed and hurt. Who wouldn't be in his place but so far Sam had been incredibly patient. He had only tossed the breakfast plate .

"Sammy , do you think you'll be able to travel. You're not safe here." Dean asked quietly and Sam looked at him with surprised eyes. He would have jumped to cling to the ceiling if it were not for the drugs.

"Why " he said in a desperate voice.

"Look I'll explain on the road. I'll pack up your stuff and we'll leave in a few minutes since you're not sleeping"

Suddenly Sam's cheeks flushed and he looked in his lap.

"Cant we wait until the drugs wear off" Sam said way too slowly and softly through clenched teeth.

Dean on the other hand wanted to get Sam out while the drugs were still in his system. It would be easier to keep an eye on him while they would make pit stops. Dean wouldn't even have to cuff him.

Dean shook his head. "We should leave as quickly as possible"

Sam immediately blushed a whole lot more. Dean frowned at him.

"Sammy whats wrong ?"

Sam kept his gaze in his lap.

"Uh — motor incoordination also included — bladder incoordination" Sam said quietly and Dean immediately felt sorry and regret. Sam must have been trying to get to the bathroom when he tripped.

Dean clenched his jaws. He couldn't believe that he was the reason Sam was going through this . No wonder the kid looked so ebarassed.

"I'll help you change" Dean said but Sam rolled his eyes.

"Just wait a little. I think the drug is wearing off. " Sam said slowly . His face was still flustered in embarrassment.

"Sam , I'm sorry. I know you're hurting but you gotta understand man. I'm doing what I think is best for you"

Sam sighed and then winced. He gave his head a tiny nod and smiled. Dean grinned at him. He was relieved that Sam was taking this thing so well. He was not acting like his usual stubborn self but he was actually listening to him. Sure Sam looked weak and clammy but that was because he kept resisting the curse. He kept resisting Dean. Soon he will understand that this curse was actually a blessing in disguise.

Dean threw his jacket on the bed and went to Sam's duffel. He took a fresh pair of boxers and Sam's worn out jeans. He placed the clothes on Sam's bed. Sam was fiddling with his jean's buttons and he was trembling with the effort.

Dean Looked at him sadly . Maybe he shouldn't have drugged Sam. He should have thought about something else, hell he shouldn't have left Sam alone in the first place. He sighed.

"Here— let me" Dean said as he leaned down . He opened the button ignoring Sam's protests.

"Sam , comeon I've practically raised you. I'll help you change . I'll pretend you're still a baby. "

Sam glared at him with the most intense bitch face which made Dean laugh. Sam raised his arm slowly and pointed to the door.

"Out" he said angrily and Dean smiled when Sam's ears turned even redder.

"You're such a girl" Dean said as he went outside and closed the door behind him.

"Holler if you need me" Dean shouted as he began to pick up things from the living room.

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Sam flexed his fingers as he attempted to take off his soiled clothes. He could feel the drug fading but his whole body was sore. His muscles were aching and he couldn't remember the last time he had felt this tired and sore. Probably the time when he had been running from Lucifer and had been hit by a car. Atlesat right now he his mind was intact. He had gotten used to the relentless throbbing in his head which now pounded painfully because of his little accident earlier.

Finally he was able to change his clothes and he sighed in relief when he successfully buttoned his jeans. He slumped into the bed exhausted and bone-tired. Dean knocked at the door.

"Sammy , you done?"

Sam dragged his hand on his weary face. He was getting sick of Dean's behaviour. He felt as if Dean was suffocating him, smothering him.

"Dean just give me a damn second" He said unable to keep the anger and frustration out of his voice. If only he could call Garth and tell him where they were. It was then that he noticed Dean's jacket lying on the other bed.

Sam's heart started thudding with excitement. Fingers crossed , he checked the pockets and pulled out Dean's phone. He couldn't help but smile. He stood up and dragged his heavy feet to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Suddenly the phone rang and Sam cursed under his breath . He nearly dropped the phone and quickly answered it hoping that Dean had'nt heard it.

He listened for a while if Dean was knocking on the door but he heard nothing. He didn't even want to think what his fate would be if Dean caught him red handed.

"Hello"

Sam was pulled out of his thoughts when he realised that he had answered the call.

"Yeah ?" he answered .

"Sam , is it you?"

"Charlie— are you alright" Sam asked. "Dean didn't tell me anything"

Charlie scoffed on the other end.

"Ofcourse I'm alright. Did you really think that I could be scared by a couple of demons and I'll call Dean for help"

Sam smiled. He was so happy that they were not alone. That they still had friends , people they could trust.

"You wanted to find us" Sam said as the pieces clicked in to place. Garth must have told Charlie about the curse and Dean taking off.

"Yeah , Garth filled me in. Unfortunately Kevin couldn't tail Dean. Dean had grown suspicious and we didn't wanted to risk loosing you guys again. The counter spell is ready . All we need is a compliant Dean."

Sam beamed to himself. Finally all this craziness would be over.

"We're at Mentor. Ohio. There's a house besides the lake . We're staying there." Sam said . He didn't know the address or the street or anything. "The house is a single story and its front is covered by a green ivy."

"Dont worry Sam. We'll find you guys. Are you doing okay cuz Dean was an ass to me. Not like him at all . He actually seemed pretty scary."

Sam sighed. "Yeah, I'm fine but hurry cuz Dean wants to leave. I'll try to hold him here as long as I can. "

"Alright. Garth's meeting up with me and Kevin right now. "

"Whats' Kevin doing outside. He's supposed to be hiding in Garth's boat. "

"He said he'd go nuts if he kept on deciphering the tablet. He needed a break."

Suddenly Sam heard the outside door open.

"Charlie, Dean 's here . Gotta go" Sam whispered into the phone before slipping it in his pocket. He pressed the flush and threw a few splashes of water on his face before heading out.

Dean was zipping up his duffel.

"So you ready to head out?" Dean asked as he tossed the duffel on his shoulder.

Sam sat down on Dean's bed besides his sprawled jacket. He had to put the phone back before Dean could notice that it was gone.

"Dean , please man . I want to stay. I'm tired and I wanna sleep" Sam said while looking at Dean pleadingly.

Dean dropped the duffel and leaned with the cupboards. Sam waited for his reply apprehensively but Dean seemed to be thinking.

"Come on Dean. I'm actually beginning to like this place."

"Sam—" Dean began but Sam quickly cut him off before Dean could give him another order.

"Dean please. I've been listening to you all this time , cant you listen to me just this once."

Dean sighed and shook his head. "Alright but we leave tomorrow, bright and early"

"Done " Sam nodded happily.

Dean went out of the room muttering something about friggin' puppy dog eyes.

Sam quickly replaced the phone in Dean's jacket . He turned the GPS on before putting it back in the pocket . Then he slipped into his bed. He wasn't lying when he had told Dean about how tired he was. He felt drained and weak. He fell asleep hoping that the next time he woke Dean would be himself.

Sam woke up when he felt a hand shaking him violently. He blinked to find a very worried and pissed Dean hovering above him.

"What?" Sam snapped as he slowly sat up . Sleep did'nt help with his aching muscles rather he felt even worse than before. As expected Dean had packed up his stuff . Sam looked at the window , it was dark outside. Where the hell was Charlie?

"Sam , get up. We're leaving." Dean said urgently as he threw Sam's jacket towards him. Sam got out of the bed . They couldn't leave , not now when they were so close.

"Dean you said that—-"

"I know what I said but it seems that some one's found us" Dean hissed as he picked up both the duffles.

How the hell did Dean find out?

"What are you talking about? Who found us? Its not like we're on the run or something" Sam said calmly as he pulled on his jacket. Dean on the other hand was too agitated.

"I chose this house cuz it had a security camera down the road. No one comes here so if a car parks just besides the road and three people who look a lot like Charlie , Kevin and Garth come out . That means we're leaving"

Sam frowned at him. A security camera ? Then where the hell was Dean viewing the feed. Dean seemed to read his mind.

"Its connected with the TV. Put on your shoes" Dean said quickly as he waited impatiently.

Sam sat down at the edge of the bed and began to put on his shoes as slowly as possible.

"Come on Dean , it could be anyone sight seeing the lake. Dont you think you're over reacting"

"Theres a perfectly good resort just a mile down the road. Besides who does sight seeing at night." Dean said as he tapped his boot on the floor impatiently.

"Hurry up Dammit" he barked and Sam hurriedly pulled on his boots automatically. Again he felt as if he was slowly loosing control of his own actions. He was feeling as if Dean was taking over his subconscious. The thought scared the crap out of him. He had to keep Dean here till Garth came.

He had to , even if it meant knocking Dean out some how.

Sam stood up and nodded. He took his duffel from Dean's hand and tucked his gun in his waist band. He noded at Dean who started to move out . Sam followed him and he took out his gun. He held the gun from the front so that he could easily knock Dean out with the butt of the gun. He knew that he couldn't knock Dean out with a simple punch. He was too weak.

Silently apologising to Dean in his heart he raised the gun but before he could strike , Dean turned around and caught his wrist in a blindingly fast move . Sam gasped in surprise. Dean's face was blank , expression less. Sam on the other hand was staring at him with huge shocked eyes.

Suddenly Sam caught sight of the huge mirror on the wall besides the porch door showing Dean's back . Ofcourse Dean had seen the reflection in the mirror. How could Sam have been so stupid. How could he have been so careless? He looked at Dean with fear now. He knew that he had completely lost Dean's trust.

Dean released his wrist and snatched the gun out of Sam's lax fingers.

"Dean—I" Dean rasied his hand silencing Sam.

"You called them , didn't you. You turned the GPS on" Dean asked , his gaze burning holes in Sam's eyes. No longer able to look , Sam averted his gaze to the floor.

Dean chuckled sarcastically and Sam looked at him with pleading eyes . Dean spread his arms wide. Although his expression was taunting but Sam could see in his eyes that he was hurt. Sam just hoped that no panic attack was in order but Dean seemed flustered , not pale at all.

"Dean , this isn't you" Sam said softly while shaking his head.

"Maybe but this—" Dean said motioning towards Sam, "this definitely is you"

Sam knotted his eyebrows, confused.

"Typical Sammy. Always stabbing me in the back. Always letting me down . Always —" Dean gulped and his lip trembled a little. A flash of hurt passed across his face briefly before the taunting expression came back.

"Always keeping secrets"

"Dean this isn't even a big deal. Charlie , Garth they're our friends. So what if I called them . What secret . You're not thinking straight."

Dean scoffed, "For the first time in my life Sammy, I'm thinking straight. I spoiled you Sammy. Dad knew how to deal with you the right way but I spoiled you. You knew that what ever you did , I would always end up forgiving you. Thats why you dont bother to think about the consciouses of your actions. You know that I'll always be there for you even if you try to knock me out with a gun" Dean said as he extended his arm giving Sam his gun back but Sam did not take it back.

"Why do you always end up hurting me Sam? Huh ? Why do you always put other people before me when I do the exact opposite. " Dean said in a firm voice which wavered in the end.

Sam bit his lip. He felt shame flush his face. He kept telling himself that Dean was under the influence of the curse but everything that Dean said was the truth. Dean was voicing the things the feelings that he kept bottled up. He continued to speak.

"You left me Sam , first for Stanford. That was the worst night of my life but even then I kept an eye on you. Making sure I knew where you were , who were your friends .I felt happy when I saw that you had a girl friend and you were happy . "

"Then I gave up my soul for you and I came back not to the brother I had sacrificed myself for but—" Dean's lip curled upward in disgust.

"A changeling, I came back to a brother I no longer recognised. You put Ruby before of me. "

"You dont get to say that. I paid for my mistakes. Two centuries of torture. I paid for my mistakes." Sam said fiercely.

Dean nodded ,"Alright , you paid , but you never learned from your mistakes. I came back from Purgatory and yet again you put some chick and dog before me."

Sam groaned in frustration. Was Dean ever gonna let this go? Weren't they past this? This whole Purgatory thing.

"Dean , I'm done. Alright . This is not you. The old you would never say those things to me . The real you wouldn't want anything in return for your sacrifices"Sam said softly. He had to stall. He had to wait.

"You're right. "Dean said flatly. Sam frowned at him . " You're right. Maybe I am under the curse but I cant ignore the facts. The old me couldn't keep you safe. The old me let you get tortured to insanity. Unlike you Sammy , I learn from my mistakes. I wont fail at my job again." Dean smiled softly but Sam could tell that the smile was forced . He could see how much Dean was hurting from his eyes.

" I wont make the same mistakes again. I'm gonna keep you safe . Thats my job , right? Watch out for my pain in the ass little brother"

Sam sighed sadly. Yup this Dean was definetly not steering clear of the chick flick zone.

Sam smiled back as he took his gun back from Dean's outstretched hand. He tucked it in his waist band again . He was surprised that Dean was letting him have the gun back even after the stunt he had pulled.

"Thanks Dean" Sam said . He wasn't sure what he was thanking Dean for but it made Dean smile a little more. Suddenly he was hugging Sam. Sam tensed a little , not used to Dean's blatant show of affection. Sure Dean used to do little things to show his love , like ruffling his hair and other things but it was back when they were kids.

The last time they had hugged like this was when Dean had come back from Purgatory. Sam raised his arms a moment later and hugged back.

"You know Sammy. I'm always gonna look after you" Dean said gently . Sam smiled . He missed this Dean. The big brother before the apocalypse and all the crazy . Sam felt his heart melt.

"I know Dean " Sam said as he patted Dean on the back. Suddenly Sam felt a sharp pinch in the back of his neck. He quickly pulled away while rubbing his neck. He noticed a syringe in Dean's hand. An EMPTY syringe.

He looked at Dean with fear, anger , betrayal. Dean smiled and raised his eyebrows.

"Guess we both wanted to knock each other out" Dean said matter of factly.

Before Sam could reply a wave of dizziness took hold of him. He cried out in shock when somehow the floor rose up to meet him but his descend was cut short by Dean's strong arms. The clours around him danced and merged together. He blinked at the mushy world around him. Dean 's face hovered into view.

"No, Dean " He said as he gripped Dean's collar. He was so close . So close at getting this over with.

"Its okay Sammy. Go to sleep" Dean said but his voice seemed distant and slow. Suddenly a wave of peaceful serenity enveloped him and for once he didn't resist the curse . He forgot the alarming thoughts in his head and pushed them back.

I wanna thank you guys for all your awesome reviews and I espacially wanna thank brihun2388 for warning me.

I'm not a 100% satisfied with this chapter but I hope that you guys enjoyed it.