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 Fourteen

Sam awoke to the familiar feeling of a heavy head and an extremely dry mouth. He slowly opened his eyes and wiped the sleep from them. The previous day was a blur. He remembered being really sleepy and going over to Dottie's house. He groaned thinking about what the poor woman must think of him. A simple minded adult. He hated that they were lying to such a nice person.

"You awake there Sammy?" Dean's voice brought Sam out of his thoughts. He could tell by his brother's tone, he wasn't happy.

"Yeah Dean, what's up?" Sam replied as he slowly tried to sit up in bed. He made it to a sitting position and turned to face his brother who was sitting on the opposite bed.

"Well, I had a little talk with Dottie last night and it seems you did too!" Dean said with an angry smirk.

Sam swallowed hard trying to remember what he talked to Dottie about, but his memory was a bit fuzzy. He vaguely remembered talking about missing Dean.

"Um, well Dean, I …my head is really fuzzy about last night. I think I told her that I missed you." Sam reluctantly added, hoping that it would appease his brother.

"Well, yeah you did. You told her you missed me, the way I was before I had to take care of you all the time. That's not why I'm upset, though I wish you'd realize that you're better off with me the way I am now than before." Dean eyes softened a bit as he spoke.

"What did I say that upset you? Really Dean, I'm drawing blanks here, when I'm on the Valium I'm not in control." Sam mentioned the Valium hoping that this would be a reason to stop the madness of being drugged to the gills.

"I get that Sam, and I know it's an unfortunate side effect and as soon as you adapt to your new existence we'll dump the Valium. I'm upset because you told Dottie that things would get better when Bobby and Joshua got here. I'm upset with you because you've been planning against me behind my back!" Dean's eyes again full of anger.

Sam didn't know what to say, he was caught. He decided not to reply and see where that got him.

"Hey Sam, did you plan this early on, when the spell first happened? Please tell me that you did it then, and haven't been sneaking behind my back." Dean gave Sam a pleading look.

"Um, yeah Dean, when would I have time to go behind your back? You're always with me! If you're not, I'm drugged or chained, so tell me, how did I go behind your back?" Sam knew his voice was full of anger, but didn't care. He continued to vent his frustration.

"Of course I had a backup plan with Bobby, if he lost contact with us, he was supposed to come as soon as he got a cure figured out. Joshua's helping him." Sam decided that being honest was the best policy. He could only imagine what was in store for him if Dean thought he had gone behind his back.

Dean nodded his head and smiled. "You're right Sammy, sorry I doubted you. It's okay, no problem. We'll just give Bobby a call and tell him that he can just forget the cure, we're okay the way we are, right?"

Sam gave his brother a reluctant smile and nodded. "Sure Dean, we can just call Bobby."

"We'll do that and then you can take your medicine Sammy. I think we need to up it just a bit, you're waking up a bit out of it but lucid. I don't need you trying to escape one morning." Dean patted Sam's leg and headed over to a kitchen chair that had his jacket slung over the back. He dug around in a pocket and pulled out his cell.

"Dean, please, I don't think I could stand to be more out of it. I feel so lost as it is." Sam knew he sounded like a little kid not wanting to take yucky medicine, but at this moment he didn't care. He was desperate for his brother to listen to him.

Dean crossed the room with concern in his eyes. He sat on Sam's bed and laid a hand on each shoulder.

"Oh Sammy, don't do this. It's for the best, you know that right? It's just temporary, soon you will adapt to this life and we won't need the meds. Okay?" Dean's eyes were full of love and concern.

Sam fought back the tears and nodded. He knew there was no use in arguing if Dean had made up his mind. Trying to stop Dean would only make him sick and Sam couldn't do that. He remembered how deathly ill Dean had gotten the first time he fought the spell and Bobby's warning that the spell could lead to Dean's death if he fought the need to protect Sam. His stomach clinched in fear as he looked at the phone in Dean's lap. He hoped that Bobby would take this call for what it really was.

Dean pulled his hands off Sam's shoulders and patted his leg. "Sam, I need you to tell Bobby, that you like your new life here with me. That the witch's spell finally brought you a normal safe life and you want to keep it. Can you do that for me?" Dean looked at Sam intently.

Sam took a deep calming breath and replied. "Yeah Dean, don't worry. I know that this is what you need me to do, so I'll do it. I hope in time Dean, you'll realize you can trust me." Sam sighed and picked up the phone.

Dean smiled and nodded as Sam scrolled through the phone and found Bobby's number and hit dial.

"Dean?" Came the response as Bobby picked up, evidently noticing Caller ID.

"No Bobby, it's Sam but Dean's here." Sam tried to keep his tone light.

"Is everything okay son?" Bobby's voice was full of concern.

"Yeah, it's great Bobby. I'm calling you because life is so good. Things have worked out here for the best, better than I could've ever imagined. The spell really has been a blessing in disguise, I finally have normal. Dean is content not to hunt, so we can now just live our lives and not worry about the things that go bump in the night." Sam hoped that Bobby could hear right through his little performance. Luckily, Dean was buying it all, giving Sam a reassuring smile.

"I see, that bad huh? Well sit tight boy, and I want you to know we're close, real close to figuring something out. Okay?" Bobby replied in a reassuring tone.

"I know it's a lot to swallow, but I promise, it's what we both want. Do you want to talk to Dean?" Sam replied and smiled at Dean, handing him the phone.

"Hey Bobby, hope that this silly project didn't keep you away from some real hunts. Don't worry about the spell any longer, we're good. You and Joshua can move on, okay?" Dean replied in a friendly but firm voice. Sam could sense the danger in it. Evidently Bobby said what Dean needed to hear, because Dean relaxed before he replied.

"Thanks Bobby, I knew you'd understand. You're so right Sam really does deserve a normal life. Take care, bye." Dean clicked the phone off and smiled at Sam.

"Well, that problem is taken care of, let's get you taken care of, little brother." Dean replied as he got off the bed.

"Okay Dean, whatever you say. You know best." Sam whole body was tensed with fear. He wasn't sure what an increase in Valium would do, but he knew it wouldn't be good.

Dean returned with a large glass of water and one whole tablet of Valium with a quarter size piece with it. Sam took the pills from him with a shaky hand, he was not sure if it was after effects of the drug or fear. He popped the pills in his mouth and quickly drank the water.

"Good boy, why don't you lie down and wait for it to take effect, okay? I'll grab a shower while you rest." Dean replied with a smile and headed back to the kitchen area to return the glass.

Sam obeyed and lay down on the bed. He closed his eyes and started up his mantra, Bobby and Joshua will be here soon, just a little while longer. Before Sam knew it, the drugs had pulled him into a deep sleep.

oooOOOooo

Bobby cursed as he hung up the phone. Joshua looked up from his laptop that was on the rickety table in their motel room. Bobby got up from the bed he was sitting on and plopped in the chair opposite Joshua.

"That bad huh?" Joshua said with concern.

"Hell yeah it is, I could hear the fear in Sam's voice. Dean made Sam call to tell us that they like their new life since the spell took effect and that we should give up our search for a cure and move on. Then Dean got on the phone and was downright dangerous in his statement that we needed to let things go." Bobby pulled on his cap in frustration.

A low whistle came from Joshua before he responded. "Well, we knew with Dean things could get dicey. That's why I'm glad to have your back old man!" Joshua said with a sad smile.

"Yeah, well, I told Sam we're close and I know we are but is there anyway to speed this up?" Bobby always hated the waiting part of research.

"Well, Ash should be checking in later, and he had a lead on a man that might be able to help us. Seems there's this hunter, Ralph Moore, and he's some sort of expert when it comes to spells and potions. Ash was pretty confident that he could help us. The problem is that this guy is out in the Ozarks hunting an elusive werewolf. He was hopeful about reaching him soon though so maybe we'll have some good news when he calls, plus Ash thought he had a line on finding this Kira chick too." Joshua popped his back and gave Bobby a reassuring smile.

"Hope Ash is full of good news when he calls then. I think time is running out for Sam." Bobby said with a sigh.

"Dean wouldn't hurt Sam!" Joshua replied in shock.

"Oh but Josh, love pushed to extremes can be a dangerous thing, and I worry about Sam's sanity." Bobby could see the realization of what he said hit Joshua the hunter paled before him.

"We need to end this soon, don't we?" Joshua said in a whisper.

"Yeah." Bobby replied softly. Bobby just hoped that by the time they got to Sam, things between the boys would be repairable.

AN: Thanks again to all of you that are reading and especially those who are reviewing. I wanted to mention that my wonderful beta, sendintheclowns, has a great new story The First Cut Is The Deepest posted here at ffnet and LJ, you guys should check it out!