Idea…so what would have happened if Osiris had taken Dean's tongue in episode 'Defending your Life' From Season 7.

Legalities: Supernatural does not belong to me, although I wish it did. I am simply playing Kirpke's sandbox for a bit. All rights and ownership are the property of Kripke and the CW network. I am not making any money from this; it is for my own personal pleasure.

Storyline: This story follows Sam and Dean as they deal with the aftermath of Dean's inability to 'Shut his cakehole', and the Egyptian god Osiris not only removes is tongue, as promised, but also his ability to make any sound at all, making Dean a mute. This is their story as they hunt for the god and try to deal Dean's new handicap. Can he hunt? Can they even find the god before the wall in Sam's head breaks down completely?

Please Review: Also please keep in mind that I do not have a Beta, so all mistakes are mine and unintentional...

A/N: Thanks to everyone that reviewed the first chapter, it was such an odd idea for a fiction, glad to know that there is interest.

Chapter 2

Dean Hates Milkshakes

Sam was watching his older brother, the intense concern for his condition building. Sam knew that they needed to go to a hospital, whether or not his brother wanted to; that there was no way that Bobby was going to be able to deal with this on his own. This wasn't something that any of them had experience with, and the fact that they didn't understand exactly what had happened to Dean wasn't going to make it easy to explain either.

"Dean, I really need to take you to a hospital." He said quietly, looking over at his brother as he waited for the 'No Sammy' that he knew was coming. He wasn't disappointed, one thing about Dean...he was consistent in his refusal for medical attention. A point of contention that had been between them for the...well for their entire lives actually.

Dean's head turned slowly in his direction, like he was trying to make sense of Sam's words and his eyebrow's coming together as he thought about that, briefly, and then he shook his head 'No' in rising frustration. They couldn't go to a hospital, there would be too many questions, ones that he couldn't answer and reasonably explain what had happened to him, and there was no way for Sam to explain it either. One of the worst things for hunters was when the police got involved, and there was no doubt in his mind that this would warrant a call to the cops. Dean shook his head again more emphatically and turned back toward the window, his tongue actually hurting a little less now, almost like it was healing quicker than it should. Swallowing took some effort, but it didn't feel like fire was running down the trachea anymore.

"Deeeeaaaan…" Sam drawled out in frustration. He knew that it was going to be a long shot getting Dean to agree to that, but he also knew that it was the best course of action. At least this way they would know what they were dealing with, and unfortunately, at this point none of them really knew the extent of the damage that had been done to his older brother. The thought that this might be a permanent problem was really starting to bother him; he knew that Dean couldn't function this way. He was far too vocal of a person and frankly Sam had already seen what happens when Dean loses his faith. He had been in that room when Zachariah had tried to make Dean choose between their death and life as an 'angel condom' as Dean had called it. "Dean, I really think that we need to know what we are dealing with here. I mean, how are you even going to eat?" he asked.

Dean blew an exasperated breath and then slowly scrubbed his hand over his face as he shook his head again; he over looked at Sam and raised his eyebrows. It was his way of saying 'leave it alone Sammy'. The scary thing was that Sam knew exactly what it meant and he was further irritated with his stubborn brother. Ever since they were kids getting Dean to admit that there was something physically wrong with him had been like pulling teeth. Sam gulped at the similarity between what had happened and the potential of having his teeth pulled out. He wasn't sure which would actually hurt worse, and he wasn't keen to find out. Dean didn't seem to be bleeding anymore, so that was something, but he was still curled slightly against the door, his face always turned away from Sam, except when he was looking at Sam directly.

Dean's stomach was turning in on itself as he tried to ignore the pointed looks his little brother was throwing his way. They just needed to get to Bobby's and then start researching for a way to track that son of a bitch. Then all they had to do was convince a God to give him his voice back…and his tongue. Oh yeah…this is going to be simple. He thought as his stomach rolled over again and he looked at the open fields that they were driving by. He couldn't really see anything, just the flat nothing beyond his window.

Their drive still had another 12 hours before they would be anywhere near South Dakota and Sam was starving at this point. He looked over at Dean, who was staring out the window, and Sam was finding that he missed his brothers incessant rambling terribly. Funny, he never would have thought that Dean's bad jokes and off-key singing would have been something that he would miss this much. The silence in the Impala was over-whelming and Sam couldn't do anything but sit there in the driver's seat and worry. Luckily, Lucifer had been silent for the most part; he inadvertently rubbed the scar on his left hand as he thought of the silence inside his own head.

Dean turned to look at Sam and he closed his eyes in frustration, he couldn't even ask Sam if he was okay, his little brother was rubbing the large u-shaped scar absently, and he only did that when he was having an 'episode'. Hell, Dean couldn't even apologize for killing that Kitsunee, the girl that Sam had known when he was younger. Now Dean was going to have to take that juicy piece of guilt to his grave and this particularly guilty event was consuming him. It was exactly what Osiris had been talking about. Dean had managed to not have that particular witness called, but he still knew and he still needed to come clean to Sam…at some point. But, God…this wasn't a conversation that he wanted to have on paper. Dean's eyes narrowed and he looked at the floor; his stomach chose that exact moment to rumble loudly, he wasn't sure if it was from hunger or from all the blood that flowed down the back of his throat initially. He looked at Sam as he wondered…Just how in the hell he was going to eat…anyways?

Sam's eyes were drawn immediately to Dean's as he heard his brother's stomach rumble, his own answering with a growl of its own. "Hungry Dean?" he asked.

Dean rolled his eyes and held up his hands as if to say 'obviously Sammy…' He raised his eyebrow over his right eye in a mock Spock impression and then smiled lightly. Sam wondered as he saw a small glimpse of the sarcastic brother he knew come shining through, if they might actually get through this. He saw a diner off the road up ahead and pulled over, without asking Dean if this was what he wanted.

"Dinner Dean." He said as he put the car in park and exited the vehicle, Sam watched as Dean grabbed a water bottle and dumped some water on an old flannel shirt from the back seat and the proceeded to wipe the blood from his chin. The pain wasn't as bad now, he pulled the visor, with the mirror, down and opened his mouth for the first time and looked at the damage. He looked away, almost instantly, as he saw the stump that used to be his tongue; it looked almost as though it been cauterized. At least that explained why he wasn't bleeding anymore, and why he hadn't been bleeding since about six hours earlier. Apparently, Osiris didn't want him to bleed to death before he could fully appreciate the 'sentence of silence'. He exhaled loudly and climbed out of the car, leaning against it as he closed the door behind himself. Sam was watching him with an odd look on his face, but he didn't say anything. As Dean stepped up next to him, Sam handed him a small notebook and a pen…obviously so that Dean could communicate with him. Dean stared at the small black tablet like it was poison, he wanted to throw it in Sam's face…but he didn't. He knew that this was the only way that Sam could 'talk' to him, while Dean could hear Sam, there was no way for him to talk with Sam; Dean was effectively silenced without the pad and the pen.

It might have been one of the worst moments of Sam's life, the moment when he was forced to admit that his incredibly strong and able big brother couldn't do something. He turned away, unable to stand the look of hurt in Dean's green eyes; odd…Sam had never really thought that Dean's eyes were that expressive before. But Dean told so much simply through the eyes…Sam wondered momentarily why had never seen that before…his brother was saying so much without ever saying a word. Sam walked through the front door of the restaurant and looked at the elderly waitress with the slightly purple hair that smiled up at him immediately. "Table for two?" Sam asked as he smiled back, allowing his dimples to form in his cheeks, although the emotion wasn't behind it.

"Of course sweetie…right this way." She said as she motioned toward the back of the diner, her name tag read 'Delores'. Sam looked briefly over his shoulder, to make sure that Dean had seen where he was heading. Dean followed slowly, his normal bounce and swagger, completely missing from his walk. Sam slid into one side of
the booth and Dean slid in across from him. "What can I get you boys?" She asked as she pulled an ancient looking order pad from her pocket, sliding her horn rimmed glasses into place.

Sam looked at Dean and then down at the menu when Dean's face fell as he realized that he couldn't eat any of the things he liked. "Can you give us a minute?" he asked. She nodded and then turned toward the back heading off for water or something.

"Dean, what do you want?" Sam knew that he was potentially opening a time bomb here, but he needed to ask. His brother hated being treated like an invalid and this inability to speak for himself was going to grate every one of Dean's nerves in a big way. Sam was not looking forward to the arguments that he was sure they would be having in the future.

Dean huffed in irritation as he looked at the menu and realized that the only thing that he could have was the damn milkshake…and contrary to his sweet tooth…he absolutely hated milkshakes. He picked up that pad and wrote down that he didn't want anything, thank you very much. He was fine.

Sam's eyebrow's rose as he glared at his brother's neat handwriting, reading it as fast as Dean wrote it down. "That's bull shit Dean. I know you are hungry, I heard your stomach rumbling in the car, remember."

Dean's eyes narrowed in frustration and he looked at Sam and shook his head 'no'. He didn't want to eat the damn milkshake and as he stared at the menu, he finally noticed that they had some soup. Maybe he could have some tomato soup or something. He inhaled deeply and grabbed the pad and wrote down his order. 'Soup please, tomato if they have it?'

Sam watched and read, "Dean they have milkshakes, there's more calories…" Dean's furrowed eyebrows and a definite sneer gave Sam an immediate answer. "I thought you liked them Dean?" he asked innocently…he knew his brother hated them. Dean had hated them ever since they were kids, Sam had never asked him why, now he realized with sadness, he would never hear Dean's explanation. Oh he could read it…but it wasn't the same.

Dean wrote down quickly, 'No. I. Hate. Them. Sammy.' His brother had punctuated every word and given Sam an answer that was undisputable. Sam looked from the note to his brothers face and then back again. This was going to be harder than he thought it would be. If they couldn't find food that Dean would eat, then his brother was going to lose weight and potentially become sick. Sam knew that there were vital nutrients in certain foods, foods that Dean rarely ate even before, and Dean couldn't even swallow pills, at least he didn't think that he could. Sam was pretty sure that there was not nutritional value in an extra-large bag of peanut M&M's.

Dean continued to stare at Sam in defiance, he was not ordering that milkshake, Sam could go jump off a bridge if he thought he could convince Dean otherwise. He waited as the waitress made her way back to their table and smiled at them again, setting down two waters. "Okay, what'll it be boys?" she said as her ancient blue eyes shifted back and forth from brother to brother.

"My brother would like to know if you have any tomato soup?" Sam asked.

"Oh no sweetheart, today we only have cream of potato, will that work?" She asked as her eyes flitted to Dean's. Dean rolled his eyes and nodded slightly.

Sam just narrowed his eyes in frustration and then ordered a salad with chicken and the dressing of the side. He watched as Dean wrote on his pad, "Beer?" was written in capital letters.

Sam shook his head "No beer Dean. Water only."

Dean's look got darker as he turned away from Sam and stared out the window into the slowly brightening sky. This was going to get really old really freakin quick. He just wanted to get back on the road and head out to deal with Osiris and then move on with their lives…because this was not going to be his life. Once they go to Bobby's they would get this all figured out. Bobby was one of the most resourceful people that Dean knew, he would know how to correct this unfortunate incident...as Dean was going to call it from here on out...as soon as he could speak again anyways.

TBC…

Author's Note: So I took the liberty of having the healing process be somewhat 'magical' so that Dean could still eat and that will make it easier for them to search for Osiris immediately. It seems like a lot of their problems are still solved supernaturally. More soon…

Please Review: They really do make me write quicker.