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 Eighteen
Bobby had a plan. He would take Dean out with the tranquilizer gun that he had brought. There was a problem though, Sam's condition definitely complicated the plan.
Bobby looked around the cabin in frustration. Sam was still asleep on the couch, but Bobby knew that in his present drugged state, he shouldn't be left alone. He needed to stay in the cabin with Sam but that meant he had to take Dean out from the cabin.
There were a few things that worried Bobby. One was that Sam might wake at the wrong moment, and in his confused state, interfere with Bobby taking Dean down. The other was that he knew the minute Dean drove up and noticed that Dottie's car was gone, he would go into hunter mode.
Bobby quickly realized that his only option with Sam was to make sure he didn't interfere. He couldn't drug the boy, so he would have to immobilize him. Bobby hated this idea but didn't see a choice. He decided that the bed would be a better place to secure Sam, and walked over to the couch to wake him.
Bobby sat down on the edge of the coffee table in front of the couch and began to gently shake Sam's right shoulder. "Sammy, buddy, I need you to wake up, okay?"
Bobby watched as Sam slowly opened his eyes. "Uh, Bobby, is Dean back?"
"No kiddo, but I need to move you to your bed. Do you think you could get up for me?" Bobby watched as Sam tried to process the request.
"I-I'll try Bobby, my head is not right. It hurts." Sam sat up and both of his hands immediately shot up grabbing each side of his head.
Bobby looked at Sam with concern. If he didn't have Dean returning soon, he wouldn't push this, but he really needed to get Sam out of the picture for his own good. Bobby reached over and gently grasped Sam's biceps, lifting him up as he stood.
"I know your head hurts, so let's get you into bed." Sam started to sway and Bobby tightened his grip.
"B-Bobby, I-I need a minute, so dizzy." Sam replied as he grabbed Bobby's arm's trying to steady himself.
Bobby reached one arm over and cradled Sam's waist, and placed Sam's right arm over his shoulder and he slowly started to walk Sam towards his bed. Once in front of the bed, Bobby gently lowered Sam down.
Bobby struggle with the sheets and pulled them out from under Sam and then over him.
"Sammy, do you think you can go back to sleep?" Bobby asked as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
"I-I think so. B-but you'll wake me when Dean gets here right?" Sam asked eyes wide and trusting. Sam reminded Bobby of the eight year old Sam that looked up to him and the elder Winchester men.
"Yeah, but Sam, I need to do something before you fall asleep. You trust me don't you?" Bobby hoped that he would be able to restrain Sam without upsetting him.
"You know I do Bobby. What do you need to do?" Sam asked with a worried look on his face.
"I need to restrain you to the bed. I know it will make it harder to get comfortable, but believe me, it's for your own good." Bobby answered and patted him on the shoulder.
"Is it because my head? I'm I dangerous? Have I started turning evil?" Sam's speech was slurred from the effects of the drug and his eyes were full of fear and brimming with tears.
"Oh no Sammy, no! Calm down boy!" Bobby gently grabbed Sam by the shoulders until the boy stilled. "Dean gave you some meds, and your body is not reacting well to them. I just want to make sure you don't hurt yourself, okay?"
Sam let out a big sigh. "You're not lying to me are you Bobby?"
"You know I wouldn't do that Sam. I promise, the only reason I need to restrain you is because of the meds." Bobby replied and gave Sam a reassuring smile.
Sam nodded in relief. "Okay Bobby, do what you need too. I trust you."
Bobby swallowed hard and went to get some rope out of his duffel bag. Bobby moved the long rope to the end of the mattress above Sam's head and worked the rope under the mattress. He worked the rope down until the ends of the rope would reach around Sam's middle. He brought each end together in the middle of Sam's chest and began to tie the ends. Bobby repeated the process at the other end of the bed, bringing the second piece of rope up to Sam's calves and then tying the ends together.
Sam watched Bobby in silence. His eyelids were starting to droop again.
"Not too tight is it Sammy?" Bobby asked.
"No sir, just snug." Sam replied with a yawn.
"Okay, good. Why don't you try and get some sleep. I promise to wake you when Dean gets here okay?" Bobby replied as he tucked blankets around Sam and went to sit down on the edge of Dean's bed.
"I-I feel like I could sleep forever." Sam replied as he closed his eyes. Moments later, Sam was fast asleep.
Bobby smiled at the boy. Sam was taken care of. Now he needed to take care of Dean.
oooOOOooo
Dean had driven straight to the Conway Drug Store, and found an elderly man working behind the counter. Dean approached with unease, not sure how to broach the subject of his drugged brother.
"Hey there young man, how can I help you?" The elderly pharmacist with the name tag that read Ted asked.
"Well, you see my brother is on Valium for panic attacks and he has been experiencing a bit of nausea with it and a headache. The doctor wanted him to try to let his body get used to the drug, so my question is, can I give him Tylenol for his head? And do you suggest anything for the nausea?" Dean asked with a hesitant smile.
"Hum, well first off, that is a powerful drug he is on, so if the headache and nausea continue for more than a day, I would definitely call his doctor. I think that Tylenol would be okay, but try not to give him much. I don't know what to suggest for the nausea, but just try keeping liquids in him and give him bland food for now. My main suggestion would be to call his doctor." Ted gave Dean a sympathetic smile.
"Thanks for the help." Dean replied, frustrated that there wasn't much he could do for Sammy's symptoms.
Dean grabbed a bottle of Tylenol and handed to the pharmacist to ring up.
"That'll be $3.89." Ted replied as he rang Dean up. Dean quickly handed Ted a five dollar bill.
As Ted handed Dean the change back, he replied, " I hope your brother feels better soon."
Dean gave the man a brief smile and mumbled "Thanks," as he headed out the door.
Dean got into his car and started it up so he head to the grocery store, to pick up the rest of the stuff he needed for Sam. His thoughts on his brother at home, needing him. It made him push on the gas pedal just a little bit harder as he headed down the road towards the store.
oooOOOooo
Bobby had taken care of his first problem, Sam, and now he was planning for Dean's arrival. He took up a spot right under the front window. He pulled a tranquilizer gun out of his duffel bag and began to load it.
Bobby had been relieved that in Ash's email instructions on how to make the potion, he mentioned that Ralph suggested sedating the victim before giving the potion. Ash's email went on to say that the sedative wouldn't interfere with the potency of the potion and would make it easier to administer.
Bobby had been very grateful to read that part, he hadn't looked forward to capturing an alert Dean and then trying to pour the potion down his throat. He had done that before, but Dean was six, and instead of potion it was cough medicine. That had been hard enough, he couldn't imagine what dealing with an adult Dean would be like.
The one thing that really concerned Bobby about taking Dean down was the fact that with Dottie's car missing, Dean would know something was up. Bobby just hoped that because of the spell, Dean would be so intent on checking on Sam's safety, that he could get a good shot off before Dean knew what was going on.
oooOOOooo
Dean was a man on a mission. He had gotten everything he thought he needed to make Sam feel better and to actually eat. Dean found himself speeding towards the cabin, ready to relieve Dottie of her Sam watching duties. He hoped that Sam hadn't wakened while he was gone, he wanted to be there when he woke to take care of him.
As Dean approached the front of the cabin, his heart stopped. He couldn't believe his eyes, Dottie's car was gone. Could she have taken Sammy? But why? Or worse yet, could she have left his Sammy alone? The thoughts all assaulted Dean at once, he felt himself go into panic mode.
I need to check to see if Sam is here, was that last thought that went through his head as he jumped out of the car, after he barely got it in park. Dean left the driver's side door open as he sprinted for the front door. He had made it to the front porch when he heard a shot. It came from the front of the cabin, and before he could register what had happened he felt a sharp pain in the thigh of his right leg.
Dean stopped and looked down and found a small dart in his leg. He quickly pulled it out and took a step for the front door, but before he could touch the door knob, he started to see large black dots blocking his vision. His thoughts went to Sam, oh Sam, I'm so sorry, I failed you, and then everything went dark.
oooOOOooo
Bobby knew he really had only one chance, his first shot had to be good. It also had to hit in an area that wouldn't cause Dean damage, especially if he fell on the dart.
Bobby was in hunter mode when the Impala rumbled to a stop in front of the cabin, and Dean dashed out of the car. Bobby was relieved to see that Dean wasn't acting like a hunter, just a scared brother. It made him an easy target. Bobby was able to get a good clean shot in before Dean reached the door. Even better was the fact the boy collapsed right outside the front door, so that Bobby wouldn't have to drag him far.
Bobby quickly threw the front door open and ran over to the Impala, turning it off and pocketing the keys. He shut the driver's side door and headed over towards Dean.
Dean was out for the count, and lying on his stomach, with his hands splayed out in front of him like a fallen new born calf. Bobby quickly grabbed Dean by the hands and dragged him inside.
Once he had Dean inside he closed the door, and walked over to check on Sam. Luckily Sam was still out for the count, and seemed to be in a peaceful slumber.
Bobby then walked over to Dean and carefully turned him over on his back. He knew he needed to act quickly, the sedative in Dean's system would only work for about fifteen minutes. Bobby rose from the floor and walked over to his duffel bag that was by the front window and pulled out the little vial that contained the potion.
With potion in hand he walked over to the couch and grabbed a couple of pillows off of it, and then walked back over to Dean, and kneeled on the floor next to him. Bobby placed the two pillows under Dean and carefully unscrewed the vial and gently pulled Dean's mouth open. He slowly poured the liquid into Dean's mouth and quickly shut Dean's mouth and rubbed his throat to help stimulate the swallowing process.
Once Bobby was satisfied that Dean had swallowed the potion, he stood up and headed over to the easy chair where he could keep a good eye on both boys. Bobby sighed, curing Dean was supposed to end this nightmare, but as Bobby looked over at Sam in his drugged up stupor, he knew it was only the beginning of the nightmare for both boys.
AN: I just wanted to thank everyone who is reading, has put me on their alerts or favorites, and especially everyone who has taken time to review! A big thanks to my wonderful beta, sendintheclowns!
