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 Twenty Two
It had been a long twenty four hours with the Winchester boys, and Bobby was beat. He had been thankful for the relative peace of the past few hours, while both boys slept. After getting Sam bathed, Dean had eaten some lunch and then crashed on the bed next to Sam's.
Another bonus had been that the bath had taken so much out of Sam, he was sleeping through the blood pressure checks. Things were going okay, in Bobby's book. Sam vitals were strong and Dean was finally getting some rest.
But all good things must come to an end, as they say. Bobby had just finished his sixth cup of coffee when he heard Sam whimpering from the other room. He quickly jumped out of his chair and headed to Sam's bedside.
As he approached Sam, he noticed that the whimpers had awakened Dean, Bobby paused and let Dean take charge of the situation.
Dean quickly brought his index finger to his mouth, indicating for Bobby to stay quiet and wait. In a low whisper Dean spoke. "Let's wait and see if he settles back down, sometimes he does when he's having a nightmare."
Bobby nodded letting Dean know he was on board with waiting. As Bobby watched and listened, Sam's whimpers became spoken word.
"Dean, please no more. I-I can't do this. Please no. Please no." Sam's whispered plea broke his heart and Bobby couldn't imagine what Dean was feeling. Sam sounded so small and fragile. The mantra of "Please no, " continued and Bobby finally looked up at Dean.
Watery eyes stared back at him, as Dean quietly replied. "I did this. I'm the cause of his nightmares. This is so wrong, I'm supposed to protect him from his nightmares not be the cause Bobby."
Bobby really didn't know what to say, both boys were breaking in front of him. He decided that he would have to play a little dirty to get Dean to rise out of his misery. He hated to do it but he knew by playing the Sammy card, Dean would snap out of it.
"Dean, stop it right now. We need to wake your brother up and access his vitals and try to get some food in him. Sam's confused and scared and the last thing he needs to deal with is an emotional wreck for a brother. He needs a brother that is strong and that'll take care of him until we make it through detox. Got that?" Bobby had used a quiet but stern tone, and it had worked in bringing Dean's trained hunter side out.
"Yes sir. You're right." Dean replied and almost immediately his emotions were masked.
He watched as Dean approached Sam's bed, gently shaking him awake. "Sammy, you're okay. You need to wake up for me. Sammy wake up." The words softly fell from Dean's lips.
Bobby winced when Sam's eyes popped open and the boys scrambled to the edge of the bed trying to get away from Dean. Bobby was afraid the younger Winchester might fall from his perch on the edge of the bed and moved behind him putting a hand on the boys shoulder.
"Sam, you're okay. Calm down. Dean and I are just trying to help you." Bobby kept his voice soft but stern.
He watched as Sam took in a few calming breaths. The boy looked around the room, eyes wide.
"I was dreaming." Sam softly replied.
Bobby and Dean nodded at him in agreement. Bobby was happy to see the tension in Sam's body lessen. It was amazing to watch Dean perfectly echo his brother in body language. As Bobby watched, Dean gently reached over and helped Sam to secure himself in the middle of the bed, moving pillows around until Sam was comfortable.
"Thanks." Sam replied quietly.
Bobby waited to see what type of Sam they would be dealing with this time. A drugged Sam was like a drunken Sam, moody, only with confusion thrown in to make things oh so much fun.
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Dean was staring at his brother, trying to get a feel for where his head was after the nightmare he had just witnessed. He wasn't sure if his brother retained a clear memory of it in his drugged up state. The thing that was really bothering Dean was how quiet Sam was.
"Sammy, how are you feeling? Are you okay?" Dean asked anxiously waiting for his kid brother's answer.
"I-I'm okay." Sam replied quickly looking down at his hands. Dean instantly knew something was bothering Sam, he could read that from the younger man's posture.
"Sammy, I know something is bothering you. Spill." Dean took the older brother tone hoping to get some desperately needed answers. He needed to know that Sam was okay, that Sam didn't hate him.
Dean glanced up at Bobby who was looking really out of his element. He could tell Bobby felt like he was intruding and maybe keeping Sam from being open.
Bobby cleared his throat, and spoke. "Boys, it's about dinner time, I think I'll go and fix us something to eat." Bobby nodded towards Dean and quickly left the room.
Dean frowned, Sam hadn't moved and continued to look down at his hands, as if he hadn't heard Dean.
"Sammy, please, I need you to talk to me, kiddo. I can't help you if you don't talk to me." Dean patted Sam on the knee hoping to reassure Sam.
Sam slowly looked up, and gave Dean a watery smile. "Sorry Dean. I-I'm just so confused and the dream I had shook me up."
Dean's heart clenched, it tore him up to see Sam like this. As much as he didn't want to discuss Sam's dream, he knew the kid needed to get it out in the open before it ate him up.
"Sammy, I want you to tell me about the dream." Dean smiled at Sam as he shook his head violently, pout on his face.
"Don't make me Dean, please." Sam gave Dean his best puppy dog stare.
Dean sighed, he wanted to give in, but knew that it was for Sam's own good to get the dream out in the open.
"Sammy, we need to talk about this, I'm sorry." Dean tried to keep his tone stern, though it tore him up to do so.
"I dreamed that I had gone dark side, and that I couldn't control my anger. You were drugging me to keep me in line. It was real wasn't it? I've changed and you're having to drug me so I don't hurt anyone." The tears started to fall and Dean's heart broke. Grabbing Sam in a big hug, Dean fought his own emotions as he replied.
"No Sammy, that was just a dream. I promise. You're going to be okay." Dean felt Sam's sobs lessen and he pulled away to get a good look at his brother.
"But Dean, I remember you drugging me. You have been drugging me right? I'm not going crazy am I?" Sam's eyes were so full of hurt and confusion, and Dean knew that Sam needed to hear the truth. It broke Dean to have to confess his sins to his brother as he witnessed Sam pay for those sins.
"I have been drugging you Sam. I was under a witch's spell, and it made me want to protect you and in my mind keeping you drugged and under my control, meant that I was keeping you safe. I'm the one who went crazy. Her spell made me take protecting you over the edge, and you have had to pay a steep price, and for that I'm so sorry. I can understand if you don't want me around, I'll get Bobby for you." Dean started to rise from the bed when Sam grabbed his right wrist like it was a fleeting life line.
"No Dean, stay. I need you. I don't remember the witch, things are so fuzzy in my head right now, but I know you wouldn't willingly hurt me. I'm having trouble grasping reality right now, but as long as you're here, I know I'm okay. Please don't leave me Dean." Sam's eyes were back to puppy dog pleading and as much as Dean needed have a bit of a break and collect himself, he knew he needed to suck it up and stay.
"Not going anywhere Sam. I promise." Dean sighed and settled next to Sam.
"Are you hungry Sam?" Dean decided some normal conversation was in order.
"Think so. What's Bobby making?" Sam asked grasping Dean's right hand in his. Normally, Dean would call Sam a girl, but not tonight, whatever Sam needed he was going to get.
"Not sure kiddo, but do me a big favor and at least try to eat some of it. Earlier when he fixed you lunch, you fell asleep before you touched any of it, and I had to hear him complain about it for the rest of the afternoon!" Dean gave Sam a big smile and was happy to see it returned.
"Sure thing Dean, I don't want Bobby mad at me. That would make life a little too dangerous for my liking." Sam replied shuffling around getting more comfortable.
Dean had to smile as he watched Sam lose the battle to stay awake and succumb to slumber just as Bobby arrived with a dinner tray in hand.
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Dean had settled down at the kitchen table and was chowing down on the spaghetti Bobby had made. He figured if he ate his and Sam's share, the elder hunter might calm down.
"That little twerp, I'm busting my ass fixing him dinner and he falls asleep again." Bobby's tone was gruff but his eyes held the true humor he felt.
"Yeah well, just you wait Bobby as soon as stoner boy gets to feeling better, and is able to stay awake, he'll eat us out of house and home!" Dean smirked at Bobby and the hunter chuckled.
"Oh God, you're right. Remember, when he came off the Valium they gave him for his wisdom teeth, man I never had seen anyone eat so much." Bobby whistled and winked and Dean.
Dean was grateful to Bobby for helping him keep things together. Humor always got him through the worst of circumstances.
"Yeah Sleeping Beauty will definitely turn into the Beast." Dean replied.
Bobby gave him a weird look. "You're scaring me Dean, bringing up that Disney crap makes you sound just like Sammy."
"Sorry man, it does. I hate when he does that, it's so gay!" Dean replied and quickly decided to switch subjects.
"So Bobby, do you think after tonight we'll be over the worst of it?" Dean asked, hoping he didn't sound desperate.
"Think so. We'll be cutting the dose each day, and so the symptoms should lessen each day. It'll be a walk in the park after what we handled today." Bobby gave Dean a reassuring smile.
"We? I'm the one that had to deal with stinky boy and the bath. Geesh, he got all pouty about not getting a shower, and then prudish about undressing in front of me. Not to mention, him serenading me with Jingle Bells! You just cooked him food that he didn't eat, so there is no we about it!" Dean huffed, but his tone had no real malice in it.
"Your right, but like I said, I'm not cut out to be a domestic goddess, so quit your whining and get out of my sight while I clean up. Somebody needs to watch over, what did you call him? Oh yeah, Sleeping Beauty, and I have a mess of dishes to do." Bobby grumbled as he picked up the dirty dishes on the table.
Dean couldn't resist a parting shot as he left the kitchen. "Sure thing Cinderella, got to get those chores done before the ball starts."
"Dean, if you bring up princesses one more time, life as you know it will be over." Bobby grumbled out.
Dean smiled, it was nice to have Bobby there backing him up. He just hoped that Bobby was right about this being the worst of it for Sam.
AN: Wow, just one chapter left! I just want to thank you guys for reading and for all your wonderful reviews!
A big thanks goes to sendintheclowns, truly if it weren't for her this story would not exist. When I was writing my last story, Sounds of Silence, there was a couple of lines in it - these lines-
"Okay, I'll play devil's advocate here, and just say we do get caught with the girl. You're chained up. She'll know that I kidnapped you, and that you were a prisoner too. If we are arrested I'll just let Agent Hendrickson, know that I had you brain washed and kept you as my prisoner most of your life. That I abused you to keep you in line, and that is why your now deaf, so that I could control you. I'll cop a plea and they'll let you go! End of story."
She commented at the time, she would love to read a story where Dean was that out of control with Sam. So I took that plot bunny and this story was the result of that. So a big thanks to her, and a hope that this story was worthy of her birthday dedication. One chapter left, and it should be up soon!
