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 Sixteen

Dean let his brother rest for a couple of hours, and during that time decided to go ahead and make some lunch or at least warm something up. They had the lasagna leftovers from Dottie, but with Sam's stomach being upset, Dean opted for opening a can of chicken noodle soup and heating it up.

Mr. Johnson had a couple of TV trays in the kitchen area so Dean put a bowl of soup with saltine crackers and a glass of water on one and carried it to his brother. Dean careful sat the tray down on the coffee table that was in front of the couch and started to wake Sam.

Carefully nudging Sam's right shoulder, Dean spoke softly, "Sammy time for lunch, you need to wake up, okay?"

Sam's eyes opened slowly. "D-Dean um, where… are we?" Sam's eyes were full of confusion as he looked around the room.

Dean patted Sam on the arm and asked, "What do you remember kiddo?"

"I, uh, man my head is really fuzzy, it's hard to think straight Uh, we're at a cabin, taking time off from hunting? Is it because I got hurt on a hunt?" Sam's eyes were wide and full of confusion.

"You're taking some pain meds that have you a little fuzzy, but you need them. Our last hunt didn't go smoothly and that's why we're here. And, yes we're holed up renting a hunting cabin and taking some time off. You're mind isn't that fuzzy Sam." Dean gave him a reassuring smile. He was proud of himself for not out and out lying to his brother.

"Yeah, pain meds, that's why my mouth is so freakin' dry! I hate taking those things, and they always make me loopy. So let me guess, we were on a hunt and whatever we were hunting threw me against a wall and then choked the life out of me?" Sam replied in his patented sarcastic tone.

"Yeah, well, you know how that goes." Dean smiled.

"Supernatural beings tend to either go after my giraffe neck as you so lovingly call it or hit my gigantic head!" Sam was smiling at his brother.

Dean laughed, "Yeah, I forgot I used to call you giraffe neck, that was one of my favorite nick names for you. So giraffe boy, do you feel up to eating something? Earlier you said you were nauseous, so I warmed up some chicken noodle soup with saltines. Do you think you could handle eating some?" Dean asked watching his brother grimace.

"Uh, I'll try, but it doesn't really sound good. Do we have any Sprite? That with some crackers actually sounds better." Sam replied as he took the tray from his brother. He took one sniff of the soup and handed it back.

"So a no go on the soup huh?" Dean asked and he watched his brother violently shake his head no like a little kid. "Well, kiddo we don't have any Sprite but I could go get some later. How about some water?" Dean handed the glass of water to Sam. His little brother had trouble holding it in his shaking right hand and ended up holding it with both.

After he had downed half of the liquid he handed it back to Dean. Sam was pale, and that was starting to worry Dean.

"Sammy, are you okay? You're kind of pale." Dean sat on the edge of the couch and put his hand to his brother's forehead. It didn't feel feverous.

Sam looked up at Dean and smiled, "Don't be such a girl Dean, I-I'm fine. Just really tired. I-I'll take a nap and probably wake up just fine." Sam smiled and clumsily patted Dean on the knee.

"Okay you do that Sam." Dean smiled and got back up. He hoped that if Sam rested then it would give his body time to adjust to the increase in the dosage of the Valium

Once Sam was asleep, Dean grabbed his cell phone called Dottie. He hoped that she would be home because he really wanted to do a supply run for Sam but didn't want to leave him alone.

"Hello, this is Dottie." Dottie answered in her sing song voice.

"Hey Dottie, it's Dean, how are you?" Dean hoped he sounded friendly and not needy.

"I'm good, I just got off from work and I just started dinner. Is everything, okay?" Dottie replied starting to sound concerned.

"Well, you know I mentioned that we started Sam on new meds? He's really down today, he has an upset stomach and his head was bothering him. I wanted to get some supplies for him and go by the pharmacy and talk to the pharmacist about how to best take care of his side effects to the drug. But I didn't want to drag him along or leave him alone. I was wondering if you would watch him, but I totally understand if you're too busy to come over tonight." Dean let out a sigh and hoped for the best.

"Sure Dean, I don't mind. I was just starting up a pot of chili, so let me get it all together in the crock pot and I'll head over. I can be there by five and that will give you time to get to the drug store before it closes." Dottie replied in a reassuring voice.

"Thanks so much Dottie. I so owe you!" Dean was ecstatic that Dottie could help, he didn't know what he would have done if she hadn't been available.

"Oh no problem, I'll see you soon." Dottie replied and the phone clicked.

Dean looked over at his sleeping brother, happy in the knowledge that soon he would have what he needed to make Sam comfortable while he adapted to the new dosage of Valium.

oooOOOooo

Luck was finally on Bobby and Joshua's side, that morning. After the call from Ash late that morning, things had fallen into place. Acting off the email that Ash sent, they were able to finally perfect a potion to counter the effects of the witch's spell on Dean.

Once that was done Joshua had contacted Ralph and found out that the witch wasn't far from them, in fact she was nearby Hope, Arkansas. Joshua was leaving right away in hopes of meeting Ralph that night, to plan their attack on Kira.

Bobby was packing and planned on getting to Conway, Kansas by late afternoon.

Bobby put the last of his stuff in his truck and turned to Joshua.

"Okay Josh, guess this is it. I should have Dean under control by tonight. If you don't hear from me by midnight tonight, then head to Conway with Ralph, okay?" Bobby could see the worry in Joshua's eyes as he replied.

"Sounds like a plan old man. You be careful. Ralph and I'll check in when we have a plan worked out." Joshua replied as he got in his truck.

"Watch your back, Josh." Bobby said as he got in his truck, starting it.

Bobby arrived in Conway a little after 4pm. His first stop was Rusty's Bar and Grill in hopes that this would be a place Dean would have frequented. He knew that the old Dean would've, but was not so sure about the spell bound Dean.

As Bobby entered the place, he walked past the pool table in the front, straight to the bar in the back. The place was slow, it was too early for many to be there. The bartender was cleaning and stocking as he walked up. She was a pretty little thing, short and petite, around Dean's age.

Bobby spoke to her as he approached the bar. " Hey miss, I was wondering if I could ask you a question."

The cute little blond's eyebrow shot up in a quirk, probably waiting for some line to be tossed her way.

She reluctantly replied, "Okay."

"I'm visiting my nephews who just moved here recently, and I wanted to surprise them, but I'm not sure where to find them. This is a picture of them." Bobby handed her a picture of him with the boys. He could see the relief in her face that he wasn't coming on to her. Her face immediately lit up in recognition.

"Oh, that's Dean and his sweet brother Sam. It's so sad about the accident, they seem so devoted to each other though, it really is sweet. Dottie told me that some relatives were going to be visiting soon. You must be who she was talking about. Oh, and I'm Amanda, by the way." Amanda smiled and extended her hand to Bobby.

Bobby took her hand, and introduced himself, "Bobby Singer, pleased to meet you. So who told you about the accident? And who is Dottie? And would she know how to find the boys?" Bobby knew he was shooting a lot of questions the poor girl's way, but the mentioning of this girl and some accident, had him worried for Sam.

"Oh, if I'm not supposed to know about the accident, I'm sorry. Dottie told me. She has been babysitting Sam when Dean needs a break. She just told me that Dean mentioned that a year ago, there was a car accident that killed their father, and left Sam brain damaged. He seems to function so well, just a little slow and he is a sweetheart, and Dean's got to be the best big brother ever." Amanda's face lit up as she talked of the boys and Bobby could tell she actually cared about them.

Bobby tried to soften his features even though his heart was racing. What had Dean done to Sam? Was it an act that Sam was putting on, or was there a reason that Sam appeared slow to the others in town.

"So this Dottie has been a big help, huh? Do you know where I could find her so I could get an address for the boys?" Bobby asked as he attempted a friendly smile.

"Oh Dottie is wonderful, she has a nephew with Down's syndrome and because of that has a soft spot for the boys. I know where you can find the boys though, they're renting old man Johnson's hunting cabin just outside of town. Me and Dad used to go there all the time to hunt and fish. If you hold on a sec, I'll write down directions to it." Amanda reached behind the bar reappearing with a pen and paper. She wrote the information down and handed it to Bobby.

"Thanks so much Amanda." Bobby smiled.

"Sure, just tell Dean to come in by himself while he has a chance and we can shoot some pool!" Amanda replied and winked at Bobby. Bobby smiled and shook his head, even an altered Dean could still get the girls.

Bobby headed out intent on finding the boys. He was in a far more panicked state, worried for Sam. What he had just heard made his head hurt. He just hoped that whatever Dean had done to control Sam, hadn't permanently damaged him. With renewed determination, Bobby headed out of town.

AN: Chapter fifteen was so short, I thought I would put sixteen up a little early. Thanks so much to everyone who is reading and reviewing, and of course a big thanks to my beta, sendintheclowns.