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 Nineteen

As Bobby watched both Winchester boys rest, his mind was racing. He had put faith in the fact that the reversal potion would work. Part of him wondered if he should secure Dean before he awoke, in case it hadn't worked. But he realized that in taking such action, he would only make things worse. Sam had told him that if Dean wasn't able to keep Sam safe on his terms he became violently ill.

Bobby resigned himself to being Dean's prisoner if this reversal potion didn't work. Hopefully, Joshua and Ralph would be able to rescue him if this was the case. Bobby sighed and noticed that Dean was beginning to stir.

Bobby got up from the chair and carefully approached Dean, kneeling beside him as Dean's eyes slowly opened. Bobby could tell that the sedative still had Dean somewhat under its control because of his slow movements.

"Dean, boy are you awake?" Bobby asked in a soft voice trying to spook Dean.

"Hey Bobby, that is you huh?" Dean replied as he started to sit up. Bobby watched as Dean started to lose his battle with gravity, and he carefully put his arms around Dean to support him into a sitting position.

"Yeah, it's me. How you feeling?" Bobby asked carefully watching Dean's response.

"Uh, you shot me huh?" Bobby nodded at Dean. "Well, I feel like you shot me with probably a sedative, and my head is pretty fuzzy, but otherwise I'm okay. Where's Sam?"

Bobby watched as Dean's eyes grew wide with worry as he asked about Sam. Bobby quickly gave Dean a reassuring pat on the back.

"Sam's resting in his bed. Do you remember the past few weeks? Do you remember what the witch did to you?" Bobby was hoping that Dean didn't, he could bear to see Dean take on all that guilt.

"OH GOD! Bobby, what I did to Sam! I-I need to see him Bobby, we need to get him help." Dean was trying to stand but again gravity wasn't his friend and he fell back into Bobby's arms, eyes full of fear.

"Dean, calm down! You're not going to do your brother any good going off half cocked and confused. Here let me help you to the couch and we can talk. We'll figure out the best way to help Sam, I promise." Bobby was relieved when Dean nodded. The two of them slowly rose from the floor and started for the couch.

Unfortunately, Dean got a good look at his brother resting on the bed as they approached the couch and it took all Bobby had to keep the elder Winchester from stumbling over to Sam.

"Dean sit down, please. You'll do Sam no good if you wake him up right now." Bobby warned as he tried to get Dean to sit.

"Bobby, why is Sam tied up?" Dean's words were full of anger, as he slowly sat on the couch never taking his eyes off his brother.

"Because I had my hands full. I had to take you out without your brother interfering, that could have been disastrous. Don't worry, he is just snug as a bug right now, and in his drugged up state, he didn't put up a fight, he just went along with it." Bobby hated the look on Dean's face when he mentioned Sam's drugged state, fear and guilt were clearly apparent.

Dean's eyes became watery, as he replied. "This is all my fault Bobby. Sam is over there drugged out of his mind because of me! I gave him more Valium than his body could handle, what are we going to do?" Dean's eyes lingered on his brother's sleeping form.

"Well boy first thing we're not going to do is throw a pity party! Dean, I know you feel responsible, but it is that witch's fault that this all happened. You know that and Sam sure as hell knows that! But I know you, and you're not going to let this go, so fine let's say it's your fault! You need to put those feelings aside so you can actually help Sam. You got that?" Bobby gave Dean a tough but sympathetic look.

Dean slowly took his eyes off of Sam, and looked at Bobby. "You're right Bobby, what do we need to do?"

Bobby gave Dean a sympathetic smile before he spoke. "Well, for starters we need to get our geek on like your brother does and do some research. Let's look up Valium at the medical websites and we can go from there, okay?" Dean nodded.

oooOOOooo

Dean and Bobby had been pouring over websites as Sam slept. It bugged Dean at how still his brother was. Sam was never still when he slept, he was always in motion, bedding in a tangle. It was unnerving to see his brother so still, and even more unnerving knowing that he was the cause.

Dean was brought out of his musings by the sound of Bobby's voice. Both men were hunched over the kitchen table going over print outs from the internet on Valium.

"Dean, I think basically we'll have to detox Sam. It won't be easy, and we'll have to be very careful, but it's doable. Unfortunately, I have a little experience in this area. One of my hunting buddies got himself hooked on morphine, and it was a rough ride but we made it through." Bobby sighed a tired sigh, but Dean knew that the man was determined to see things through.

"Bobby, I still think we should take Sam to a hospital. The side effects that I have read through aren't something I want to mess with. Not with Sam." It sickened Dean to think that the pain and confusion his brother was about to endure was all his fault.

"Dean, you and I both know that a hospital has to be our last resort. The law is still looking for the both of you. The kid will be okay. We'll just have to really monitor his breathing and blood pressure. I have a blood pressure cuff out in my emergency kit. The detox will have to be a slow process. The worse thing we can do is to rush it. That is where Valium is tricky, a sudden drop in dosage can lead to some horrific side effects. We can do this Dean, I promise." Bobby was looking at Dean with pleading eyes.

Dean knew that Bobby had both boys' interests at heart. If he was really honest with himself, the last thing they needed was to show up in the system leaving a trail for the feds to follow.

"You're right Bobby. We can do this." Dean was interrupted from saying anything more when Bobby's phone rang.

Dean could tell by Bobby's side of the conversation was that it was Joshua checking in. Bobby clicked off the phone and looked up at Dean.

"Josh says hello, and that he's glad to have you back in the game. He thinks that he's closing in on that witch, and should hopefully have her taken out of the game soon." Bobby had a grin on his face and Dean could tell that to him this was good news, but to Dean it was just another failure that he had to face. He had messed up big time and now Bobby and Joshua had to bail his ass out of it.

"Man, I hope he knows what he's up against. Is there anyway we can get him to hold off until I can go help him? Taking care of this witch is definitely not a one person job, and not to be taken lightly. She's smart and dangerous." Dean hoped that there would be a way to stall the hunt. It would give him a lot of satisfaction to be the one to take her down.

Bobby shook his head. "Dean, you know as well as I do that the longer we wait, the harder it is going to be to track her. Don't worry, Joshua knows what he's up against and has help. Ash hooked him up with a hunter who is an expert on witches and spells. In fact, this guy came up with the reversal potion that I gave you. I think Josh should do just fine on this hunt." Bobby's voice had a reassuring tone, but Dean was suspicious of the other hunter.

"Who is this other hunter? Have you heard of him?" Dean was concerned about his friend. After dealing with Gordon, Dean didn't just trust other hunters.

"His name is Ralph, and actually, I did some checking and he is an old timer like me with a good rep. So let go of that worry, and let's focus on Sam, okay?" Bobby replied with frustration evident in his voice.

"Sure Bobby. So do we need supplies for this detox?" Dean asked, but his mind still wasn't on the task at hand, it was all over the place. He took a deep breath and tried to focus, worry and blame weren't doing Sam any good. Dean needed to put up a confident front for his brother.

oooOOOooo

Sam awoke to the sounds of muffled voices. He slowly opened his eyes, and tried to remember where he was. The room looked vaguely familiar. Sam started to sit up but was immediately aware that he was secured to the bed.

He took in a deep breath and tried not to panic. Think Sam, why are you tied to the bed? The last thing Sam remembered was Bobby. He concentrated really hard and bits and pieces came back to him. I lost Dean, and Bobby was going to wake me when he got here and he tied me up for my own good. But why? Was I bad? Have I turned evil? Panic started to attack him again.

Sam raised his head as far as he could and looked for Bobby. "B-Bobby!" Sam strangled out, struggling with his bonds.

"I'm here son, be right there." Sam heard Bobby reply and he settled back down in the bed, slightly less panicked but still upset.

Sam glanced up as he heard footsteps by his bed. He was relieved to see not only Bobby standing by his bed, but Dean too.

"You found D-Dean! But you didn't wake me. You promised Bobby." Sam felt tears welling up in his eyes. He felt so confused.

"Hey Sammy, don't be upset. Bobby and I both thought you needed your rest. I'm here now, and I promise you won't lose me ever again." Dean replied as he took Sam's hand in his.

"Um Dean, why is my head so fuzzy? I-I can't remember things, and my head feels like it is full of cotton. Did I go bad side? Did you have to drug me because of that and tie me up?" Sam was fighting the tears, he couldn't stand the sadness that he saw in Dean's eyes. It confirmed his worst nightmare.

"Sammy, no. God no! Your head is fuzzy because you've been drugged but not because of anything you did. I was caught under the spell of a witch and while I was under the spell, I drugged you. I'm so sorry." Dean gave him a watery smile.

Sam swallowed hard. A witch did this. Then why did his brother look so guilty? Sam knew his brother well, and at that moment realized that Dean must be blaming himself, but before Sam could speak, Bobby interrupted.

"Sam, I'm the reason that you are tied up. You see, I needed to help Dean and in your drugged up state, I was afraid you might wake up and interfere. I'm sorry about tying you up and I'm going to remove the ropes right now, okay?" Bobby moved down to Sam's feet and started untying the ropes.

"Okay, thanks Bobby. D-Dean are you okay? " Sam was worried. It was frustrating not being able to access his brain like normal, and not remembering was starting to scare him, but the worst part was seeing his brother look so broken.

"Sammy, I'm fine don't worry about me okay? We need to fix you. I had you on Valium, and that's why your head is so fuzzy." Dean replied and gave Sam a reassuring smile.

Sam grasped his brother's hand harder. "Valium? N-no wonder I'm confused, that stuff makes me loopy. But Dean, I'm okay, stop blaming yourself. I know that you are, and I also know you would never hurt me on purpose. I may not be able to think straight right now, but I do know it must have been the witch's fault. Right Bobby?" Sam could see Bobby nodding at him as he finished untying the ropes around his chest.

"You betcha Sam. But you know your pig headed brother, he's blaming himself." Bobby replied and gave a glaring look at Dean.

Sam watched as Dean gave him a weak smile. "Is it gang up on Dean day? Let's just figure out how to make you better Sam, and we will deal with the other stuff later."

Sam smiled. "By later you mean never, right Dean? I'm okay, really." Sam decided to prove it to his brother and started to sit up. Only that ended up being not the best idea, as Sam's head began to swim. With his world moving rapidly before him, his stomach began to churn.

Sam felt his brother's hands on him and was grateful for it. "Dean, I-I think …sick." Was all Sam could get out before he started fighting the bile building up in his throat.

Sam felt as Dean tilted him sideways towards a small trashcan that Bobby was holding near the edge of the bed. Luckily, Sam didn't have much to expel from his stomach so the retching didn't last long. He soon found himself resting against the headboard with his brother's hands still holding his shoulders.

"You okay there Sammy?" Dean's voice was full of concern.

"Yeah, just caught me by surprise. Sorry." Sam replied weakly.

Bobby approached the bed with a water bottle in hand. "Thought you might want to wash away the after taste."

Sam gave him a grateful smile as he took it. And Sam smiled more as his brother went into big brother mode, taking the bottle from him. He watched as Dean screwed off the cap and lifted the bottle to his lips.

Sam took a few greedy sips but soon Dean pulled it away.

"Sammy, just a little for now, let's see if you can keep it down okay?" Dean replied as he put the cap on the bottle.

Sam nodded, and smiled inwardly. Yes, Dean was in big brother mode, but he wouldn't have him any other way. Sleep was calling Sam again, so he lowered himself down in bed.

"Guys, I- I think I need to sleep, okay?" Sam replied weakly feeling all his energy slip away.

"Sure thing kiddo, we'll be here when you wake up." Dean replied in a soothing voice.

Sam knew things were not as they needed to be, but as long as Dean was there, he would be okay.

AN: Can I just say WOW, because that sums up how I feel about the awesome response my story has received. You guys rock. Thanks again to my wonderful beta- sendintheclowns, because she rocks too!