Summary- Dean is granted his "heart's desire" while tangling with a witch. Now under a witch's spell, he feels compelled to overprotect Sam from every danger and wants complete control to keep Sam safe. Will the brother's relationship survive? S2
This story is a birthday dedication to my wonderful beta and friend- Sendintheclowns.
Thanks so much to everyone who read, favorited, alerted and especially those who reviewed the first part to this story! I love reading what you guys have to say, it's one of the reason's that posting a story is so much fun!
Heart's Desire Part Two
Dean had just finished up his game of pool when he noticed Sam's new girlfriend leaving. He walked over to Sam and sat on the bar stool next to him.
"So Sam did you find out anything from your girlfriend?" Dean sensed Sam's eyes rolling without even looking at him.
"Dean, don't even start. I did get some important information from her, but I think we should go back to the motel and discuss it in private." Dean watched his brother stand, ready to leave.
"Sure Romeo, let me settle my tab and we can head out!" Dean replied with a smirk. It was so much fun to rib his brother. Dean was having a good night, he had won a few bucks, had material to kid his little brother about and Sam had learned more about their hunt. Yeah, definitely a good night.
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Sitting at a table next to the bar was a young man in his early twenties. Larry was a jack-of-all-trades and had been doing odd jobs for Kira. She had asked him to keep an ear to the ground about what the town's people were saying about her. Each time he brought her bits of information she paid him. He knew he would be paid tonight after over hearing the tall new comer talking to Marie about Kira and Susan. Larry nodded thanks to the two men exiting the bar, knowing that they had paid for his night's worth of drinks.
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Dean had got the low down on what Marie had told Sam by the time they got back to the motel room. He was brimming with excitement. They both plopped down on their respective beds.
"Sam, I think we need to have you be the Mack Daddy more often! You had that girl eating out of your hands, and now we know what is going on here! Too bad we're on a hunt 'cause I think you could have had your way with Ugly Betty." Dean smirked and waited for the Sam eruption.
"DEAN, just stop okay? The poor girl just lost her best friend!" Sam sighed. "But I think you're wrong when you said that we know what is going on here. We know who is responsible, but I think we need to do some more research before we confront this Kira woman." Dean could see the wheels in Sam's head turning.
"Sam, the woman is practicing the black arts for money. It's cut and dry, in fact from the description that I got from my pool partner, she sounds like she might be a gypsy. I say we go in and take her books, burn them and be done! Hopefully, we can put enough of a scare into her that she will stop messing with black magic." Dean could tell by his brothers expression as that he was not buying it.
"Dean she could be a witch, or a gypsy, or a voodoo priestess! We need to find that out what she is before we barge in on her." Sam responded.
"Little brother, it doesn't matter, we'll have the element of surprise, she's not going to be expecting hunters finding her in the middle of nowhere. We pay her a visit, and destroy whatever is the center of her power- simple as that!" Dean couldn't understand why his brother was wanted to hold off on this. Dean was afraid if they did someone else might die.
"You know what Dean, fine, we'll do it your way! I just hope you're right!" Sam sighed and got up from the bed. "I'm going to take a shower, I smell like smoke." Sam grabbed his shaving kit and headed towards the bathroom.
"Sure Sammy you do that, we need to get a good night's sleep so we can take care of our little problem first thing tomorrow!" Dean had to stifle a laugh as Sam slammed the bathroom door like a pouty teenager. Some things never change, his ability to piss Sam off being one of them!
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The next morning Sam was up before Dean. He was feeling a bit leery about the day ahead. Sam really thought it would be best to do a surveillance of the occult shop and get an idea of what they were dealing with, but he knew his brother. Dean had his mind set on going in guns a blazing and there would be no talking him out of it. Sam understood Dean's take on things, his big brother wanted to end things before anyone else got hurt, the thing was, Sam had a bad feeling that things might be more complicated than they seemed.
If this woman was more than a person dabbling in black arts, Sam knew they might be in trouble. Research could be the key to keeping them safe so he decided that he would do a little research before his brother got up. Sam got dressed and left Dean a note that he was heading out for some breakfast.
One of the cool things that Sam had noticed about this small town was that it actually had a coffee shop. It was quite the busy place this Saturday morning. Sam ordered a vanilla latte and a cinnamon roll and had a seat and opened his laptop. He'd grab Dean some McDonald's on his way back to the motel.
Sam's research was revealing little, and he was getting frustrated. At the table next to him, a young mom was nursing a coffee as her toddler made quick and messy work of the cinnamon roll in front of him. She smiled at Sam and spoke, "I think the way my little Joey is treating his cinnamon roll, you're in for a treat." She said as she nodded at Sam's cinnamon roll.
Sam smiled back and replied, "Yeah, I think your right! Hey, I'm passing through and I was wondering, do you know what time most of the shops here on main street open up?:"
"Oh, well I think everyone opens up at ten am. Are you looking for something in particular?" She replied as she took a sip of coffee.
"You're gonna laugh, but candles. My mom loves candles and anytime I'm on the road she loves for me to bring her back candles from different areas. So a candle that would have been made here would be great!" Sam gave her a shy smile.
"Oh, I think that's sweet. Well, there is a nice little country story called The Flower Mill that has flowers and lots of little gifts and I know it has homemade candles. The Dragon's Tail also has candles, but probably not the type your mom likes. Those are poured to look like dragons and other mystical animals. And the woman that works there is weird." The young mom shifted in her seat uncomfortably.
"Why do you say that?" Sam asked quietly.
"Well, this woman, Kira Mystic, which can't be her real name, opened this shop up two months ago. She keeps to herself and hardly ever smiles. And there is a rumor that if you have enough money she can grant your wishes. Some people are linking her to the suicide of a local girl. I'm not one to believe in that stuff, but I definitely don't think she is up to any good. I just get a bad vibe you know?" The young woman was looking to Sam for conformation.
"You know I'm a strong believer in following your instincts about people, if you get a bad vibe, I would stay clear of her. Thanks for giving me the heads up on this woman and her shop, I think I'll stick with The Flower Mill." Sam took a sip of his coffee, it was surprisingly good for small town coffee.
"Your welcome and enjoy your time here. I need to head out before Joey gets his sticky hands on the walls!" The mom grabbed her large bag and toddler and headed for the door.
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Dean woke up with the bed next to his empty. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes and looked over at the motel clock. The digital clock read 8:33am. It also had a note sitting on top of it.
Went to get coffee and breakfast be right back!
Just as Dean was finished reading the note, he heard someone at the door. He smiled as his brother appeared with a coffee and a McDonald's bag in hand.
"You rock this morning Sam, your timing is perfect." Dean gave Sam a sleepy smile as he took the coffee cup from him and the bag of food.
"My day is made, I actually pleased my big brother." Sam replied as he rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, you should take notes you know, it wouldn't hurt for you to please me more often!" Dean smirked at his brother as he opened the paper wrapper that held his bacon egg and cheese biscuit.
"Whatever Dean!" Sam lamely replied, Dean always loved it when his brother gave up during their verbal sparring. He watched as Sam slung his laptop bag from his shoulder to his bed. As Dean watched he knew his brother was in full geek boy mode, Sam opened the laptop and immediately fired it up. Brow furrowed in concentration, he started typing.
"What are you looking up Sam?" Dean asked while trying to chew.
"Dean you're so gross sometimes." Dean had to smile with his mouth full of food at the comment nodding his head.
He watched as Sam just shook his head in reply. "I was at the local coffee shop, when one of the patrons told me what name this occult shop owner goes by. Kira Mystic. Which I'm sure is not her legal name but I thought I would look it up anyway. I just didn't want to look it up there. I also found out that the word is out in town that she can grant wishes if you have the money to pay her."
"What a flaky name! If you're going to make up a name, it should be cool and you're right there isn't going to be anything on her." Dean finished his biscuit and reached in the bag to grab the hash brown.
"Yeah, and using Robert Plant as an alias is so much better Dean. At least she is original. But yeah, I just Googled her and nothing came up. I did find out that her shop- The Dragon's Tail opens at ten." Sam replied as he closed the top to his laptop.
"Cool, I'll finish my breakfast, get a shower and we can head out!" Dean was sure this would be a piece of cake. Burn some books and hopefully by this afternoon they would be looking for their next hunt!
AN: This chapter was a little short, but I wanted a little calm before the storm. I wanted to take time to thank my beta Sendintheclowns, if she hadn't made a comment about one of the lines in my story Sounds of Silence, this story wouldn't exist! Thanks for reading!
