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C - Chloroformed


Summary: The deadline to say "Yes" to Lucifer and Michael is just around the corner.


"What time is it?" Dean rolled his head to look at Bobby from where he was resting it against the wall. He could see Bobby in the dim light from the flashlight they had on, but it made it hard to catch details on the older man's face.
"For crap's sake, Dean. How old are you?" Bobby grumbled. "It's five minutes later then last time you asked."
The three hunters were sitting in attic of a small church in a abandoned town where the locals had fled for their lives. They had run out of time and Michael and Lucifer were both seeking their vessels and ready to demand their consents. Dean sat with his gun in his lap, same did Bobby and Sam. They had also made sure they had the backup weapons ready too, lying close by.
"I can't just sit here and wait, Bobby!" Dean complained and stood up, pacing around the dusty,attic. He stopped suddenly when they heard bone chilling screams coming from outside. Dean crouched low crept closer to one of the windows and peeked out, seeing the streets painted red with blood and numerous mangled bodies. A calling card left for Sam and him.
"That's it," Sam said softly, speaking for the first time in hours. He stood up, tightens his hold on the gun and began to head towards the door, only to be physically stopped from leaving by his brother.
"I can't just sit here and wait, Dean!" Sam insisted, his voice showing the strain that the hurt and guilt had taken on him. "Lucifer wont stop until I say 'yes'. More and more innocent people will die!"
"Sam, just be quiet before they hear us," Dean looked at his brother, but didn't do more then that. Sam has had a few breakdowns already. This wouldn't be any different. Or so he thought.
"I mean it, Dean. My life is not worth all those people's lives," Sam almost yelled now, frustration clear on his face., "How selfish isn't that?" while Sam spoke, Dean's eyes landed on a relativily small bottle. He quickly picked it up and tossed it to Bobby, who gave him a quick nod of understanding. Dean then turned back to deal with his brother, putting himself physically between Sam and the door. Meanwhile Bobby reached down into a bag that hung off his wheelchair and found a rag. It had been a hell of a job to get Bobby up all the stairs to the attic, but after plenty of breaks they had reached the top. Only, once on top Dean had to go down to get his wheelchair as well.
"Sam, you are not going out there!" he barked, shoving his brother away from the door. Sam tried to rush past him and Dean had no choice but to try to physically wrestle him back. He hoped that Bobby was getting ready because he knew that he wasn't going to keep hold of Sam for long.
"Don't you get it? Billions of people is going to die nonetheless. Maybe even more if you say yes," Dean insisted desperately, grabbing onto the collar of Sam's jacket and used his full body weight to keep Sam from pulling free.
"I'm not an idiot, Dean! There has to be some way to kill Lucifer..." Sam started, but Dean cut him off, knowing exactly what Sam was going to say.
"Oh and you want it done while you're his vessel? That's what he wants, Sam! We give in and it's the end of everything. You know that!" Dean put all his strength into pushing Sam against the wall, trying to hold him still and hopefully calm his brother down.
"No, Dean! It doesn't have to be like that. You say 'No' and get the job done and kill Lucifer," Sam yelled. He managed to push his brother off him and wrestled out of his grip, heading towards the door.

Bobby quickly tossed Dean the rag soaked with the contents of the bottle from his bag and rushed up behind his brother, wrapped his arm around Sam's throat and holding the rag over his nose and mouth.
"I'm sorry, Sam, but I can't let you do this," he said gently, tightening his grip as Sam struggled against him. The chloroform began to take effect quickly and Dean was able to begin pulling him back, using the full weight of his smaller body against Sam.
"Bobby!" Dean yelled and Bobby hurried over to help just as Sam lost his balance and fell backwards onto Dean. Sam clawed at Dean's arms, but his movements were growing sluggish and eyes rolled back in his head. Dean lay back on the floor, holding Sam tightly against himself, not easing the hold on the cloth over his brother's face. His little brother's body finally gave in to the chloroform and in a matter of seconds Sam was unconscious.
"He's gonna kill you when he wakes up," Bobby muttered as he wheeled his chair closer to Dean, who had not released his brother. Dean moved his hand away from Sam's face and dropped the cloth on the floor next to them.
"Yeah well, at least he can't say yes when he's unconscious," Dean muttered and rested his chin on Sam's shoulder, feeling the strong beat of his brother's heart against him. He checked the pulse point at Sam's throat to make sure that he hadn't really hurt his brother. It was a little fast, but not dangerously so.
"So, how long is he going to be out?" Dean wondered, pulling himself out from under Sam and began to drag him over to the corner where he had a bedroll spread out.
"Honestly? I don't know. Half an hour, maybe." He followed behind Dean, his gaze flickering back and forth between the two brothers. "I'm betting that he'll try to be out that door as soon as he wakes up. We're going to be in for a long night."

*_*_*

The minutes passed slowly while Sam slept. Bobby held guard by one of the windows and Dean sat beside Sam with his little brother's head on his lap, running two fingers unconsciously across Sam's forehead while staring out at nothing as he waited for Sam to wake. He felt his brother begin to move as the chloroform's effects waned.
"I can't believe you knocked me out," Sam's voice was low and there was no mistaking the tinge of hurt in it. Dean looked down, but didn't stop running his fingers across his brother's forehead. It seemed to have a relaxing effect on Sam.
"Yeah, well… I'll do it again if you try leaving again," Dean warned.
"Dude, knocking me out is a chicken's way out..." Sam continued, apparently more annoyed than actually angry.
"And a really heavy one," Dean chuckled, trying to keep his tone light and teasing. Sam merely sighed and closed his eyes again.
"Dean, what exactly is our plan? We can't stay here forever. They'll find us anyway. I doubt 'holy ground' has any effect on Lucifer," Sam said without opening his eyes. It almost felt safe lying there in Dean's lap, feeling his brother's fingers stroking his forehead. When he closed his eyes he could pretend that they were back in the days when their biggest problem was a pissed off spirit and a mild concussion twice a year. Before he had gone and screwed up everything between himself and his big brother. Before he had screwed up the world. And now when Dean was finally opening up for the forgiveness Sam was begging for - Lucifer and Michael was running out of patience to use their bodies to continue a war that had nothing to do with Sam and Dean. And they seemed helpless to stop it.
"I don't know, Sam. I have no freakin' idea what to do. Castiel's gone. Anna's gone. Everyone that could possibly help us is dead." Dean bit his bottom lip, trying to keep a rein on the anger he felt bubbling up in him. "And we have no bloody idea where the hell Chuck is. Zachariah's still out there somewhere. Gabriel… I don't know… If there was anyone who could have helped , it would be hi…" Dean stopped when he felt Sam's hand move to gently squeeze his leg.
"So in other words, we're screwed, but at least we're together right?" Sam snorted without humor, but at least that's what they had wanted all along. Staying together. No angels or demons coming between them.
Dean nodded, smoothing back Sam's hair. "Yeah, Sammy. We're in this together. Whatever happens, I've got your back. And I know that you've got mine."
Sam's eyes opened and he looked up at his brother with hopeful eyes, "Really? You mean that?"
A few weeks ago Dean might have questioned his own words. So much had happened between them. So many hurtful words and even more hurt feelings that Dean hadn't known if they would ever be able to fix what had happened. But at that moment, with all hell breaking loose around them and the end of the world on their doorstep, none of it seemed to matter. It was just the two of them together again as they always had been. He felt he could fully thrust Sam again. He believed his little brother had learned from his mistakes and he was still looking for his redemption. Dean realized at that moment the first redemption Sam needed was for what he had done to Dean. That he had to get things fixed between them before he would be able to continue to seek is redemption for releasing Lucifer.
"Of course," Dean let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding and rests his hand on Sam's chest.
"About time," Bobby huffed, but a rare smile crept across his lips.

Dean causing the limp!Sam here. Uuuh ;D hehe