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.

Heart's Desire Eleven

After doing some research, Dean decided that having Sam take Valium for a few weeks would be okay, he would just have to carefully wean Sam off it. He just needed to convince Sam that it was for the best. Dean lay down and was able to go to sleep with the knowledge that Sam would soon be completely under his control and safe.

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Sam awoke with a heavy head and a very dry mouth. He slowly opened his eyes, allowing them to adjust to the sunlight streaming through the blinds that were on the front windows. He went to sit up, and a wave of dizziness swept over him. Sam leaned against the headboard. He took notice of his surroundings, he was in his boxers and nothing else. He figured the rest of his clothes were in the Impala. He glanced over at his brother's sleeping form, and tried to remember the previous night.

It was a bit of a blur. He knew that he spent time with the girl from the grocery store, but was fuzzy on her name. She had been nice, and he blushed thinking about how childish he must have come across in his drugged state. Sam was glad that nothing happened while he was out of it. He had been afraid what would have happened if Dean got into a fight with one of the patron's and him not being able to cover his back.

Sam tried to rub the sleep from his eyes, and got up take a shower, hoping that the shower would help clear his head.

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Dean awoke to the sound of water running in the shower. He silently cursed to himself, he hadn't meant to sleep longer then Sam. He wanted to be available to Sam when he awoke.

Dean quickly got up from bed and opened the door to the bathroom, "Sam, are you okay?"

"I'm fine Dean, I'll be out in a minute. I promise Dean." Sam voice was full of frustration.

Dean hated that his brother was upset with him for taking care of him, but it just made Dean more determined to keep Sam on Valium. He knew that his brother would adapt so much better under the influence of the drug.

Dean went outside to the car to get Sam's bag so that he would have clean clothes. As he returned, he quickly pulled out an outfit for Sam, and laid the items on top of the toilet for his brother.

"Brought you some clean clothes Sammy." Dean shouted at his brother.

Dean heard the water turn off but his brother didn't respond. "Are you okay, Sammy?"

"YES. DEAN! CAN I JUST DRESS IN PEACE!" Sam's voice was brimming with anger.

"Sure Sam, I'll be outside the door if you need me." Dean knew that he had pushed Sam too far, but what else could he do? He had to be there to take care of his brother, to make sure he was safe.

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Sam had reached his breaking point, the bathroom was no longer his sanctuary from Dean. He knew better than to lock the door, but for the most part, Dean had left him alone when he was taking shower. During this past week Sam so looked forward to a long shower, because it was a few minutes away from Dean, a place to collect his thoughts. He now truly felt like the guy in Misery, well almost.

Sam was starting to feel like a prisoner. He dreaded the morning ahead of him, after he put on the clothes that Dean picked out, Dean would want to give him a shave. His brother would then fix him breakfast, carefully cutting up the eggs and sausage on the plate. Sam would then be told over and over that he needed to eat.

Sam took a deep calming breath and started to dress. He kept reminding himself that Bobby and Joshua were going to end this soon!

Sam came out of the bathroom and noticed Dean was sitting on his bed waiting for him.

"Okay Dean, I'll wait for you to have your shower and then you can give me a shave." Sam said as he moved to put his boxers and towel in the hamper that was right outside the bathroom.

Sam's back was to Dean as his brother spoke. "Actually Sam, I want you to come over here, we need to talk."

Sam froze, this couldn't be good. As he turned around to face his brother, he could see that his brother was on edge. Steeling himself for more bad news, Sam approached his bed and sat down opposite Dean.

"Sam last night went really well. I was able to do what needed to be done without worrying about you." Dean replied and the look on his face told Sam that he had made up his mind about something, and Sam feared it wouldn't be a good thing. Sam's stomach clinched in fear.

"So, you want to drug me anytime you go out, is that what you're getting at Dean?" Sam swallowed hard, he wasn't excited by the prospect, but could live with it.

"Um, actually Sam, I want you to start using Valium on a daily basis. That way, I can breathe easy when I take a shower or sleep. It's so hard to constantly keep an eye on you, and this way I can be sure you're safe because when you're under the influence of the drug you listen to me and do as I say no questions asked. Plus Sam last night you ate for me, and slept really well. The best nights sleep you've had since we got to Conway, so I think this is for your benefit, health wise." Dean finished, with his conman smile on, and Sam knew that he was trying to sell him on the idea. But the thought of being under the influence of the drug 24/7 just horrified Sam.

Sam couldn't imagine spending the rest of his time waiting on Bobby drugged up. How would he make sure that Dean didn't totally lose it? Which once he thought about it was actually a funny thought because his brother had definitely lost it. Sam's only hope was to reason with him, but he knew that was a losing battle and in the end he would agree. It would still be a small price to pay to keep Dean from becoming ill or worse.

"Dean, are you sure this is a good idea? I mean this isn't this an addictive drug? Prolonged use has its risks. How long do you plan on having me take it? There are probably many side effects that might not show up until I've been on it for a few days. The side effect that you think helps make me be more compliant, while it won't cause damage during short term use, what about long term use?" Sam threw everything he could think of at Dean hoping that one of the points would stick with him.

"Sammy, I'd never do anything to hurt you. You know that. I stayed up most of the night doing research. Sam, believe me when I say that this will be for a short time period. A few weeks, and from what I learned researching the drug, that shouldn't be a problem. So in a few weeks time, you should've adapted to this new way of life, and we can wean you off the drug." Dean had a confident look on his face and Sam knew he had lost.

"I promise Dean, that I will do everything you say. You don't have to do this. Please?" Sam hated to beg, but he didn't see any other options. The idea of being a drugged up zombie for weeks, until Bobby freed him, scared him.

"Please Sammy, listen to me. If you truly don't want to do this, I won't make you, but you know that it'll bother me if you don't. I can try to fight my feelings, but you know that I can't win." Dean looked defeated, and Sam knew what he said was the truth.

Sam fought his fear, and nodded at his brother. "Okay Dean." Sam knew he sounded like a small overwhelmed child and at the moment he felt like one.

Sam watched as Dean's face immediately lit up and he jumped from the bed heading to the kitchen.

Dean returned with a pill and water.

"Remember to drink all the water, it's important Sam." Dean said as he handed the pill and water to Sam.

Sam took the water and pill. He took the pill quickly before he changed his mind. Sam then chased it with the water like his brother wanted.

"This is for the best Sammy, you'll see." Dean said as he took the empty glass and headed back to the kitchen area.

Sam fought the tears of frustration as he lay down in bed. His last thought before sleep took him was that he hoped Bobby would get there soon and free him and Dean from this nightmare.

AN: Thanks again to all those who are reading and especially everyone who is taking time to review! I enjoy reading all you're comments. I want to thank my beta, sendintheclowns because she has been my rock of support through this whole process. I have a sick kiddo, but I hope to have more up soon.