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...

Chapter 4

Bobby's Place

Dean stood under the hot water allowing it to cascade over his sore muscles as he leaned his head against his arm and splayed his palm over the orange tiles in the shower stall. His thoughts returning to his last moments before his life had taken another crappy twist, when he was still struggling with his brother's lack of faith in him and his own failure to maintain that trust; Dean knew that once Sam was told about his involvement in the death of that monster/woman he wouldn't be so keen to help his big brother. In fact there was really good chance that Sam would throw hands up in the air and walk away from Dean...again. The guilt was tangible in its depth. Dean hadn't felt this horrible since he had learned of the deal between his father and the yellow-eyed demon…the one that had sent his father to Hell. The deal that had started the whole 'deal making' business where the Winchesters were concerned...at least that was what he had thought. Until he learned in one of his 'Back to the Future' trips, courtesy of the angel douche-bags, when he saw his own mother make the first deal that had totally screwed all of them. He closed his eyes as the pain of that still festering wound dug into his heart and ripped open barely healed scars. His eyes burned as tears formed behind them and he blinked several times to clear the sensation. Dean Winchester does not cry. He thought in slight irritation at his own inability to control his emotions at the moment.

"Dean? You about done in there?" Sam called through the closed door. Dean's mood sank even further as he realized that he couldn't even tell Samantha to hold 'his' horses…he would be out in a damn minute. No more taunts thrown at his little brother in frustration, no more 'chick-flick' moments…although he proclaimed to hate them. He found that the absence of the ability to deny these 'brotherly moments' to Sam's face was pretty sucky. "Dean?" Sam called again and poked his head into the steamy bathroom, looking for a response of some sort from his brother. Dean raised his hand above the top of the shower curtain and proceeded to give Sam the 'one-fingered solute'. He smiled slightly as he heard his little brother chuckle softly and then the door closing quietly as Sam backed out of the doorway.

Dean turned the water off and pulled himself out of the shower, grabbing a soft green towel from the rack. It was one of the things that he had always appreciated about staying with Bobby, the towels. The man might skimp on a lot of things, but he bought the fluffiest, softest towels that Dean had ever had the pleasure of rubbing up against his body. He wrapped the towel around his waist after running in over his short hair, and turned to look in the fog smeared mirror, grabbing his razor as he looked at the amount of stubble growing on his face. Dean looked closer in the mirror and noticed that he had some bruising around his mouth and along his throat. But other than that there was no other real evidence that he had been injured recently. As long as he kept his mouth 'closed' no one would be able to tell what had happened to him…that was something he supposed. Unless they asked him a question, in which case would stare at them like an idiot and hope that Sam would answer for him. That sucks. I don't want Sam answering for me like I'm some sort of invalid or something. He turned back to the mirror and lathered up so he could get rid of the itchy beard that was trying to take over the lower portion of his face.

Once he was done shaving he grabbed his small black leather bag and exited the miniscule bathroom, leaving the door open so the steam could escape the small room. Sam was sitting on 'his' bed, the one nearest the window, he was looking through a book on Egyptian Gods: Myth and Mythology. He looked up as he heard his brother enter the room, his eyebrows drawing together in concern as he noticed that Dean had slight bruising on his chin and around his neck and that he also looked dehydrated as well. He stood up and closed the distance between them in two large steps, looking intently at his brother's face. Dean stumbled back a step, trying to put some distance between himself and his overly observant little brother…particularly uncomfortable with the close proximity considering he was only wearing towel.

Sam seemed to notice his discomfort and stepped away, though his eyes were still worried and he kept throwing glances in Dean's direction. Sometimes Dean wished that he could just blind his little brother...just for a little while and put those damn puppy-eyes out of commission. Dean huffed in irritation and turned to grabb a pair of boxers, dropping the towel and slipping into the clean clothes, never even thinking about the fact that Sam was still in the room. They had seen each other in every state 'undress' that it didn't even occur to him to be self-conscious anymore. As he was sliding a clean pair of socks onto his slightly chilly feet, he noticed that Sam was staring intently at the book again…his studious little brother did not show any signs that he was heading to the shower anytime soon. Dean stood up and crossed the room, stopping so that his stockinged feet were directly in front of Sam. "Yes Dean?" Sam said without even looking up.

Dean rolled his eyes and grabbed the book from his brother, closing it and tossing it onto his bead. "Hey!" Sam said indignantly. "I was reading that Dean." Dean narrowed his eyes at Sam and pointed at the shower, raising his eyebrows in what he hoped looked like an 'order'.

Sam's face scrunched together and his lips thinned as he understood exactly what his brother was doing. "Fine." He said flatly as he grabbed his own toiletries bag and headed into the room, pushing the door shut behind himself. Dean smiled slightly and grabbed his boots, walking to the stairs and hoping that Bobby might be down in the kitchen. He immediately smelled the food before he even got to the bottom of the stairs and his stomach growled hungrily. Shut-up. He thought with irritation as he walked through the living room into the kitchen, grabbing a chair and plopping down so he could lace up his boots. Bobby was standing at the stove, obviously making himself something to eat. He turned and smiled at Dean, "You smell better." He said easily.

Dean's face darkened as he made a face at Bobby, causing the older hunter to chuckle. "Well you do." He repeated. Dean grabbed a piece of paper and a pen 'Any new developments?' he wrote. Bobby read it over his shoulder.

"Nope. Just what I told you guys when you got here. I think that those deaths are Osiris, but I can't be absolutely sure at this point." He turned back to the stove and dropped some spices into a large silver pot that was boiling merrily away on the burner.

Dean's curiosity got the best of him and he stood and quietly went to see what Bobby was cooking. He leaned over the man's shoulder and looked into the pot, it was soup…and it smelled amazing. His eyes flickered up to Bobby's and he raised his eyebrows in question. Silently asking 'Is that for us?'

Bobby saw the unasked question and nodded, "Of course you idget… Like I'm gonna sit down and eat 2 gallons of soup on my own."

Dean smiled and moved away from the stove, settling himself back in the chair and reading through the information that Bobby had printed out on the God. None of it was making him feel more confident about their chances here. This guy was a real authoritarian…he didn't seem to care why a person had done the things they had…he just looked at whether or not the people felt guilty about their decisions. That thought caused Dean to stop as he wondered how it was that Osiris had managed to skip Sam. Dean knew that the kid felt guilty about the demon blood and the whole letting Lucifer out thing. So how had he managed to escape judgment?

Sam was just exiting the shower when he smelled the food wafting up from the kitchen. He took a deep breath and his mouth watered as his stomach rumbled. Sam pulled on a pair of clean-ish jeans and a t-shirt as he descended the stairs in search of the food. He stopped when he caught Dean's eyes as he rounded the corner and saw the unadulterated confusion raging around in his brother's eyes. Sam's head tilted to the side and he wandered over to where Dean was studying the research that Bobby had done. "You sure this is the guy Bobby?" he asked as he leaned over his brother and looked at the printouts. Dean punched him lightly in the chest to get him out his personal space. Sam reached up and absently rubbed the spot where Dean's knuckles had connected with his muscles. He pinched Dean back and then moved quickly out of Dean's shorter reach, he smiled slightly.

"That's everything that I can find on the guy Sam. He's pretty low key usually, just kinda pops up from time to time does the circuit judge thing and then falls off the grid again…for a long time. So you boys need to hurry and catch that SOB." Bobby finished as he set a large bowl of soup in front of Dean and another in front of Sam. "What is it?" Sam asked as he looked at the thick liquid, it smelled amazing.

"A pony…what the hell do you think it is. It's soup. Now eat." Bobby said.

Dean grinned at the barbs and then blew on the contents of the bowl, his stomach growling loudly as he lifted the bowl to his lips. He was careful to drink the liquid slowly, although he was starving…he managed to get most of it down without spilling any on his shirt. Bobby brought him a second bowl and told him to eat that too. Which Dean did…gratefully.

Once they had finished their soup, Dean unable to down a fourth bowl, though Bobby had tried, they grabbed their duffels and took the research from Bobby's capable hands as they headed back out to the Impala, intent on getting back on the road as quickly as possible. Bobby came rushing out behind them, carrying a large thermos. "Soup, in case you get hungry Dean." He said as he pulled the younger hunter into a hug, "Take care of yourself kid." He whispered and Dean nodded as he pulled away. Bobby repeated the hug with Sam and then watched as his 'adopted sons' climbed into the Chevy and Dean turned the key. The engine purred to life and Bobby couldn't help the pride that swelled inside him, he had taught Dean most of what he knew about cars…and the kid had obviously been paying attention.

They pulled out onto the old dusty road that would lead them back to the highway, Sam looked over at Dean and noticed that his brother was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. Sam smiled as he realized that it was an AC/DC song. "Music Dean?" Sam asked.

Dean's eyes flickered back over to Sam's and he nodded as Sam pulled out the old shoebox of tapes and grabbed AC/DC's Back in Black, popping it into the classic stereo. The music flared to life inside the car and Dean smiled, the first real smile that Sam had seen since the incident with Osiris. Maybe they would be okay after all.

TBC…

Author's Note: Next stop…Arkansas.

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