Title: Reader's Special: Second Edition - One Shot Reward Fic Collection

Author: Disasteriffic Kaz

Info: A collection of 1 Shot Reward Fics for Prompters of my Reader's Special: Third Edition. Features many seasons, hurt/limp/awesome/caring!Sam/Dean/John/Bobby See each chapter for specific info for each 1 shot reward fic.

Author's Note: The Reader's Special: Third Edition was a smashing success! Prompters of the story were offered a One Shot Reward story of their choice. These are they. None of the chapters contained in this collection are connected. Each one is a stand-alone one shot per the Prompters request. Thank you to all of you who prompted the Reader's Special! You were fantastic as always!

Chapter Info: For Lucydolly22 - Could you do a one-shot set in season 1 where Dean find an amulet that can hipnotises people and uses it on Sam at first its hilarious but then takes a turn for the worst.

A/N: You got it! Season 1 boys, hijinks and danger with a hypnotizing amulet. :P

Beta'd by the always awesome JaniceC678 :D– Friend and Muse's co-conspirator.

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Sam turned from the shelf he was searching and rolled his eyes as another crash sounded across the room. "Dude, are you trying to break everything in here?" Digging through the contents of a magic supply storage warehouse wasn't his idea of a fun night, especially not with Dean periodically turning into a giant ten-year-old every time he found something to play with…or irritate him with. He snorted as his big brother's head popped up from behind a stack of crates wearing a feathered headdress.

"You need to lighten up, Sammy!" Dean chuckled and bent, letting the headdress topple off to the floor in a heap.

"It's Sam, and we're supposed to be looking for a cursed amulet." Sam shined his flashlight in his brother's face with a smirk, making him growl. "How about you help me?"

"Whatever. I'm helping." Dean grinned and waved a hand dismissively at his brother. "Such a wet blanket, Sammy." He went to the far wall and a row of glass-fronted shelves, shining his light along the shelves. "What's this amulet supposed to do again?"

"Uh, it belonged to a famous hypnotist." Sam set aside yet another box and pulled down one from the top of a head-high stack. "The guy could make anyone do anything. The provenance said it went through a few auction houses before it ended up here."

"And we care because?" Dean turned around and tossed a glittering tiara to Sam. "That oughta fit you, princess."

"Bite me." Sam glared and set the tiara on a box. "Because someone was using it right before it got here." He opened a box and sighed, finding nothing but costumes. "Hypnotized a few people right off a roof. Ya think maybe we should take care of it before someone else picks it up and figures it out?"

Dean shrugged. "I suppose. What happened to the asshat who was using it?" He picked through the collection of jewelry on the nearest shelf with a grimace for all the gaudy jewels, gold and silver. "Who wears this stuff?"

"Magicians," Sam said with a chuckle. "Don't know what happened to him. The amulet was pawned and ended up here." He tossed a pair of lime-green, bejeweled tights into the back of his brother's head. "You should keep those."

Dean batted them away and grabbed one of the gaudy necklaces from the case, holding it out by the chain and held his flashlight on it so light from the jewels scattered in little rainbows around the room. "Hey, Sammy! Check it out! You're feeling very sleepy!" He said theatrically, chuckled and gave it a spin. "What no smart-ass comment?" Dean looked up and stared in surprise. His brother was standing with his eyes closed, swaying slightly. "Sam?" Sam swayed forward and Dean leaped across the room to stop him crashing to the floor.

"You screwin' with me?" Dean growled and lowered his brother to the floor. "Sam! What the hell? Wake up!" A feeling of dread washed over him as Sam's eyes snapped open and he looked blankly up at him. "Sam? You alright?" Sam made no sign of answering him. "Ok, not funny anymore. Get up, dammit!"

Sam scrambled to his feet and then stood, still staring at him.

"Dude, answer me! You ok?" Dean demanded in the beginning of a panic.

"Yes, Dean. I'm fine," Sam replied tonelessly.

Dean stared at him and held up the necklace, looking closely at it. "Uh…what was the amulet supposed to look like?" In response, Sam simply raised an arm and pointed to the necklace. "Son of a bitch." He took a closer look at it. A large, ruby stone was surrounded by diamonds in a square setting with more rubies inlaid in the heavy, gold chain.

"What were the friggin' odds," Dean groaned and looked back up at his brother's blank stare. "Jump up and down." He smirked as Sam began jumping in place. "On one leg." His smirk became a laugh as Sam started hopping on one foot. "Turn in circles." As ordered, Sam began hopping and slowly turning in a circle. "Oh, man. Stop. Stop." Dean scrubbed a hand over his face and worked to stop laughing as Sam stood still and staring at him once more.

"Ok. How do I make this thing stop working?" Dean waited and Sam said nothing. "Sam! Answer me. How do I make you…you know, not hypnotized?"

"I don't understand," Sam said, again in that expressionless voice, and Dean growled angrily.

"Fuck!" Dean shouted. He shoved the amulet in his jacket pocket. "Ok, come on, sasquatch. We gotta figure this out. Just…follow me?" He took a few steps and breathed out in frustration as Sam followed closely on his heels. "You're like a friggin' puppy like this." He led his brother out of the warehouse and out to the Impala. Dean went to the driver's side and opened his door then turned in surprise, finding Sam standing inches behind him.

"Dude! Get in the damn car!" Dean pointed to the other side. "Passenger seat. Go. Sit!"

Sam dutifully walked around the car and slid in beside his brother. Though he faced forward, his eyes were trained on Dean, who was becoming decidedly uncomfortable with the whole thing and starting to have a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Ok, that's not a creepy stare or anything." Dean pulled away from the warehouse and onto the road. "Would you just…look out the damn window or something." He glanced over and sighed in relief when Sam turned his thousand-mile stare out to the road. "Sure hope your geek-self is still in there somewhere."

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Dean paced back and forth in the motel room, alternating between glaring at his brother and glaring at the amulet tossed on his bed. He'd called several fellow Hunters already with none of them the wiser on how to counter the amulet's effects.

"You know, all the times I tease you for being research boy, I could use you right now," Dean said to his brother and sighed as Sam just watched him. "Dammit." He looked back at his phone and scrolled through his contacts. He stopped on one he hadn't called in a while because his Dad was feeling less than charitable when it came to that particular Hunter for reasons Dean still didn't understand. He hit dial and took a deep breath as it rang.

"Hey, Bobby. It's Dean," Dean heard the intake of breath on the other end. "Uh…"

"Your phone been broke for the last year?" Bobby yelled into the phone. "I told your idjit Dad to stay the hell away, not you. Where the hell are you?"

Dean gaped for a moment and then smirked. "Uh…Idaho at the moment. Look, I kinda got a problem."

"Figures. Only time a Winchester remembers my number is when they need somethin'." Bobby growled and huffed out a breath. "What'cha need? Who'd you piss off?"

"Hey! I didn't piss anyone off….today." Dean rolled his eyes and looked over at his brother. "Sammy and me, we were after this cursed amulet…" He quickly filled Bobby in on what had happened and felt a small measure of peace knowing the older Hunter was there to help. Bobby had always been family and he knew he'd find a way to fix his brother.

"You know Sam's gonna kick your ass when he comes outta this." Bobby chuckled. "You deserve it too. What the hell were you thinkin' screwin' around like that?" He raised his voice, hoping Dean understood the gravity of the situation. "I'll figure somethin' out, but you best not be screwin' with your brother, you hear me, son?"

Dean snorted and flipped the phone closed. "Oh, blow me." He rolled his eyes and put his phone away. Dean heard a thump and whipped around to find Sam had gone to his knees in front of him and was reaching for the waist of Dean's jeans.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Not what I meant! Holy shit!" Dean slapped Sam's hands away and danced back a few steps in shock. "Get…go sit…somewhere. Table! Go sit at the damn table!" Sam said nothing and got back up. He went and sat quickly at the table, staring at Dean and waiting for his next command.

"Wow." Dean rubbed a hand over his face as he watched his brother. "I really gotta watch what I say until we fix you." He narrowed his eyes and leaned down to look into Sam's eyes. "If you're in there somewhere, that was totally an accident. I swear, dude. You can't hold that one against me." He waited but there was no answering flicker of Sam anywhere in his eyes, and Dean sighed, straightening. "This sucks."

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Dean pulled the Impala up behind the warehouse again and parked. "I hope Bobby's sure about this." Bobby had called him back to inform him the amulet had a case and that, while in its case, its effects were nullified. "Come on, sasquatch." He got out and groaned when he had to lean back in for his brother who had yet to move. "Sam. Follow me."

Sam quickly got out and was at Dean's heels again in a moment.

"I think I actually miss your whining," Dean said over his shoulder and decided he didn't want to see the vacant expression on his brother's face again just yet. It was disturbing and upsetting to not see the vibrant personality that was Sam in his face and eyes. Having Sam follow him around like an automaton, mindless and open to suggestion, had been funny at first, but now…he worried that he might not be able to get him back.

Dean shoved open the door whose lock he'd busted open earlier in the day. "Inside." He ordered and let Sam slip past him. Dean flicked on his flashlight and gave him a push toward the far side of the warehouse. "Keep walking, over to that wall." Sam dutifully did as he was told and when he reached the wall, he stood still and turned his head to find Dean and wait.

Dean started going through the shelves and groaned when he realized he didn't remember which shelf he'd found the amulet on. "Why the hell wasn't I paying attention earlier?" Each box he found he dropped the amulet into and looked over at his brother, growing more frustrated each time there was no change in Sam's blank expression.

"I think you're looking for this."

Dean spun at the unfamiliar voice and shined his light on a young man standing near the door. "Who the hell are you?" He saw the man hold up a small, square box and smile at him.

"The man who can save your friend, I take it. He looks a little…empty." The man chuckled. "I love it when they're like that, right before you tell them to shuffle off a roof top or walk in front of a train. It's very…exhilarating."

"Yeah, whatever. Gimme the damn box and maybe you walk outta here." Dean shoved the amulet back in his pocket and whipped out his gun, aiming at the man's head. "I take it you're the asshole who was killing people?"

The man raised a hand and shrugged. "I didn't actually kill anyone. They walked themselves off those roofs. I can't help it if they were…suggestible."

"Suggestible, my ass," Dean growled and took a few steps closer to him. "Give me the box. Now."

"Give me the amulet and I'll put it in the box." The man smiled again and held the box up. "You know, these old curio boxes aren't as durable as you'd think." He hefted the box meaningfully. "Why, just dropping it could be enough to crack it, and then what would you do?"

"Have the satisfaction of splattering your brains on the wall behind you." Dean said dangerously. "Hand over the damn box already."

The man wagged a finger at Dean. "I don't think so."

Dean cursed as the man threw something at his feet and a cloud of smoke erupted from the floor, obscuring his vision. "Son of a bitch!" Dean ran through the smoke and grunted as he was tackled to the floor. He started to bring his gun around and felt the man's hand reaching into his pocket for the amulet.

"No…you don't!" Dean kneed him in the side, but not before his hand clenched around the amulet.

"Set yourself on fire!" The man shouted and then cried out as Dean hit the back of his head and sent him sprawling.

Dean scrambled to his knees and looked back to find Sam walking toward a pile of costumes and pulling a zippo from his pocket. "Sam! Stop!" Sam ignored him and Dean gasped. He shoved a hand into his pocket and came out empty, realizing suddenly that the power of the amulet lay with whoever held it at the moment, no matter who had first triggered it. "You bastard!" Dean fell on the man and pushed the barrel of his gun up under his chin while he held his other arm out of his sight, afraid to fall under the same spell. "Let go." Dean's head jerked up as he heard flames crackle to life and swallowed hard as flames burst to life at his brother's feet. He turned his angry gaze back to the man under him and cocked his gun. "Let it go or I'll make you. Your choice."

The man stared up at him and finally seemed to understand that his life was about to be cut very short. "Alright! Alright!" He released the amulet to clatter on the floor. "Let me go!"

Dean shook his head and felt around the floor until his hand clasped around it. "Nope." He brought the amulet up until the man's eyes looked at it and widened. "You're feeling very sleepy, asshole." He grinned as the man's eyes closed and he went limp.

Dean surged to his feet and looked over at his brother, his heart lodging somewhere in his throat as he realized he had only seconds before Sam was engulfed in flames. "Sam!" He ran and tackled him away from the fire now raging up the boxes beside him. He pulled Sam clear and set him against the wall, batting out the flames on the right leg of his jeans. "Stay."

Dean rushed back to his feet and searched around the floor with his flashlight. "Come on. Come on!" He shoved boxes out of the way and finally saw the little curio box beside the door. He slid to it on his knees and opened it, dropping the amulet inside. He slapped the lid closed and heard two surprised gasps. "Uh oh." Dean opened the box and tipped the amulet back out into his hand as the young man lurched to his feet, holding it out by the chain, making sure his body was blocking it from Sam's line of sight.

"Hey! Asshole!" Dean shouted and grinned as the man turned to look without thinking. "Don't move!" He chuckled as the murderous man froze in mid-stride. "Gotcha." Dean went to stand in front of him, tucking the amulet back into his pocket. "You are going to go straight to the nearest police station, turn yourself in and confess to every murder you've committed. Go." He watched for just a moment as the man turned with a blank face and started out.

"Sammy." Dean jogged across the warehouse and to his brother who still sat against the wall near the fire that was continuing to spread upward and outward and starting to fill the warehouse with smoke. "You alright?" He grinned in relief as Sam looked up at him with confusion and pain in his eyes.

"Uh…I don't know. What the hell happened?" Sam gestured an arm to his right leg. "How'd I get burned?"

"Shit." Dean dropped to kneel beside him and poked at the singed holes in the leg of Sam's jeans. The skin underneath was red and blistered, but he exhaled in relief. "Could have been a lot worse. Trust me."

"Dean, what's going on?" Sam groaned as his brother yanked him to his feet, and then started coughing as he gasped in a lungful of smoke.

"Found the amulet," Dean gave him a lopsided smile and a shove toward the door realizing they needed to get out of there sooner rather than later before the whole place went up around them. He stopped and scooped up the amulet's curio box on his way out. "Put it in here and it's harmless."

"So put it in already." Sam grumbled as he limped over to the Impala and climbed inside.

Dean shook his head as he got in. "Not just yet. The, uh…former owner needs about an hour." He grinned at the confusion on his brother's face. "You don't remember anything?"

"Any what?" Sam stared hard at him and got the feeling he'd missed more than he thought. "Dean, what did you do?"

Dean just laughed and pulled out onto the road. "Don't know what you're talkin' about, Sammy." He flicked on the radio and turned up the volume. "But if you get the urge to start hopping on one foot, let me know."

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The End.

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The last three prompters I'm still waiting to hear from are:

Doctor's Other Companion
KKBELVIS
Linneast