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.
Wow, thanks to all the reviews, I was blown away by the response from the last chapter!
Heart's Desire Six
The boys had made it back to the motel in one piece. Sam collapsed on the bed the minute he walked through the door. It had been a long night. He was tense the entire time they were in the bar, Sam could feel Dean's eyes on him the whole time. He was just grateful that the bar had been slow. No one had approached him and Dean was happy because he had won some money.
Dean's voice brought Sam out of his musings, "You okay Sammy?" The concern was evident in Dean's voice as he sat down on the edge of Sam's bed.
Sam looked up at Dean and gave him a weak smile. "Dean, I'm just worn out, it's been a really long day."
Dean gave Sam a sympathetic smile. "Yeah it has, you should get some rest." Dean ruffled Sam's hair and got up off the bed.
"You must be tired too, Dean. Why don't we both call it a night?" Sam could tell that his brother was lost in his own thoughts.
"You're right Sammy, but I think I need a shower to help me relax. I promise I'll hit the hay after that." Dean walked across the room and grabbed his shaving kit.
"Okay Dean, that sounds good, I'm going to get changed and then I'm going to crash." Sam replied as Dean opened the bathroom door.
"Nite Sammy." Dean said as he walked in the bathroom.
"Nite Dean." Sam hoped that with a goodnight's sleep they would be able to tackle reversing the spell tomorrow.
oooOOOooo
Sam had been sleeping, but was jerked awake. He could hear his brother tossing and turning in the other bed. His brother was mumbling and breathing heavy.
"Dean, are you awake?" Sam sat up in bed and turned the small lamp on that rested on the night stand between the two beds.
Sam watched as Dean jerked up out of bed. His face full of worry, he was pale and shaking. Dean's body was covered in moisture.
"Are you okay Sammy?" Dean's voice was rough and hoarse.
"I'm fine, but God, you're a mess Dean! What's wrong?" Sam jumped from his bed and sat on the edge of Dean's, placing his hand on his brother's forehead. Dean was burning up.
"I've been fighting the spell Sam. The more I fight the worse I feel. It's like I'm a junkie coming down off a fix, and I need another one or I'm gonna die. My skin feels like it's crawling." Dean's voice was soft and broken.
"Dean, you should've woke me up, and not suffered in silence all night." Sam tried to keep the frustration out of his voice, but seeing his brother like this was breaking his heart.
"There's not anything you can do Sam. I have this stupid urge and unless I give into it, I'm going to hurt." Dean replied not looking his brother in the eye. Sam could tell this whole thing was too much for his brother to take. It made Sam sick in the stomach to think that his strong willed brother was at the mercy of a stupid spell.
"So is it like this afternoon, when I needed to do as you said? I can do that Dean, whatever it is I can do it. What thoughts are you fighting ?" Sam put his hand under Dean's chin lifting it so that his brother could see that Sam was okay with this.
Dean took a deep breath and let it out before he answered. Tears were welling up in his eyes when he replied. "There is a thought going constantly through my head like it's on a loop. If I go to sleep, you'll leave me. If you leave then how can I protect you?"
"It's okay Dean." Sam replied as he gave Dean a reassuring pat on the back.
"It's not okay Sam, I'm becoming a crazy irrational person that I'm sure you want to get away from." Dean growled out, looking down at his hands.
"No, you're my brother who is under the influence of a stupid spell. Until we break the spell, I'll do whatever it takes to keep you well, okay?" Sam watched as Dean slightly nodded, his whole body showing defeat.
"I'm sorry Sam." Dean quietly replied.
"No I'm sorry that the bitch got away! Okay to reassure you that I'm going to stay the night, we could sleep together, but you and I know that we would kick each other to death before morning." Sam watched as Dean perked up and smile.
"Yeah, and you would hog the whole bed." Dean replied with a smirk.
"Whatever Dean!" Sam smiled back. "Hey, I've got it! Dean it's pretty cold outside huh?"
"Why yes it is college boy, but I don't see how that helps us." Dean replied looking confused.
Sam rolled his eyes. "I'm not finished! What if you take my shoes and coat and then lock them in the trunk of the Impala. I'll go take a shower while you do that, and when you get back in the room you can hide the Impala keys from me. Do you think that would work?" Sam gave Dean a reassuring smile.
"Yeah, I think so Sam, in fact since we've started this conversation, I've started feeling better." Dean replied with a small smile.
"I know you can't help this irrational fear that I will leave, but this way I can't leave. There is no way I'm leaving this room without shoes and a jacket, and your boots and coat wouldn't fit me, so I think we're good! " Sam replied with a smile as he got up to grab his shaving kit and a clean set of clothes.
"You better not try to cram your Sasquatch feet into my boots! I might have to fight the urge to kill myself in order to protect you!" Dean replied as he got up from the bed, and collected Sam's shoes that were on the floor.
"Ha- Ha! You're so not funny Dean!" Sam smiled and closed the bathroom door.
A few minutes later, Sam felt clean and more relaxed as he opened the bathroom door. He noticed that Dean was sound asleep in his bed, softly snoring. Sam sighed in relief, he knew that things would probably get a lot worse, but for now he would take what he could get. A quiet night of sleep. He knew both of them would need the rest to face what was coming!
oooOOOooo
Dean awoke feeling much better the next morning. He looked over at his brother's sleeping form and smiled. Sam always looked so young when he slept. Dean got up and stretched and thought about going out to get coffee. He decided that it was doable, after all it wasn't like his brother could go anywhere. Plus it would be nice for Sammy to have breakfast and coffee waiting on him when he woke up. Dean got dressed and headed out.
Dean returned about twenty minutes later with McDonald's in hand. When he entered the room, he noticed that his brother was starting to stir. Dean walked over to the desk that was in the room and deposited the food and coffee.
"Hey sleeping beauty, wake up! Your food's getting cold." Dean smiled as Sam jerked awake, his hair sticking up all over the place after going to sleep with it wet.
"Uh, morning Dean. You feeling better?" Sammy asked as he ran his hands over his face and through his unruly mop of hair.
"Yeah, I'm fine Sam. I'll be better when we end this spell. So I was thinking maybe we could do some research this morning?" Dean walked over and handed his brother a cup of coffee and some food.
"Sure Dean, sounds good. I think that we could ask around, maybe someone saw Kira head out of town. We might be able to find a trail by stopping at gas stations and asking around." Sam replied as he took a bite of his sausage biscuit.
"Uh, that is a good idea Sam but…" Dean paused and looked at his brother. "It's not jiving with the whole keeping you safe vibe that I have going on in my brain. I'm afraid of what might happen if we did that."
"Wow, this is going to be a bitch to deal with. I mean it's going to get to the point where anything I suggest is going to cause you to go all "Danger Will Robinson" on me." Sam sighed.
Dean smiled. "Good one, sci fi geek boy. You're probably right, I hate to see how I act by the end of the week. So I fight the feeling, and we go after Kira, end of story."
"Uh, no, more like end of Dean if we do that." Sam gave Dean a look of frustration as he sipped his coffee.
"But Sam, if I don't fight this, in time it will swallow me up and I won't be able to control my actions. Do you really want me tucking you in at night?" Dean smirked and tried to keep things light for Sam's sake, but the truth was he was scared to death of what he was becoming.
Sam gave a sad smile. "Yeah well, I guess we'll have to find Mr. Fluffy my teddy bear and a copy of Pat the Bunny because I'm not letting you risk your health. I've got Bobby working on this. If we need them too, I'm sure Joshua and Ash would help too. We'll be fine Dean, I promise." Sam gave Dean his patented puppy dog look.
"Okay, then we'll concentrate on what we can do. How about you and I spend the morning researching spells online and in Dad's journal?" Dean gave reassuring smile.
"Sounds like a date." Sam replied as he finished off his breakfast.
Dean rolled his eyes. He tried to put on a brave front for Sam, but inside he wasn't sure how long it would take before the spell broke him. The thought of how that would affect his relationship with his brother shook Dean to the core. He knew he needed to fight this spell with all his might.
AN: Thanks for reading- and I love reading your feedback! Thanks again to my wonderful beta - sendintheclowns, who many times during this story kept me from doubting my work!
