Title: Insomnia
Author: LethargicSeal
Pairings: Dean/Sam
Rating: M for language and sexual content
Status: In Progress
Type: Slash
Summary: Sam becomes so obsessed with saving Dean, he starts to loose sleep over it. But his insomnia opens up a side of him that he didn't know was there. Wincest.
Disclaimer: I do not own either Sam or Dean. They belong to the CW.
Sam fell exhausted on the cheap motel bed with a sigh. He was up for the majority of the night researching ways to save his brother, Dean's soft snoring his only motivation. He cupped his face with his hands and let out a sleepy yawn he'd been fighting back for hours, before rolling on his side and giving in to the sleep that threatened to consume him.
He was soon lost in thought, dwelling over how his brother had made the same sacrifice their father had made. How could he? He saw first hand how torn up Dean had become from their fathers death. How could he not expect the same thing to happen to him. He rolled over once again, trying to find a comfortable position. His gaze swept to his sleeping brothers frame. His thoughts went back to a fight that they had earlier that day. He couldn't keep his emotions in anymore and ended up blowing up at his brother.
"It's my job to protect you, Sammy." Dean replied, trying to hold in his tears.
"How are you supposed to protect me if you're dead?" came Sam's sharp reply. Dean he stopped to think, his gaze trying to seek comfort in the tile floor of their motel bathroom. "Why don't you try thinking before you do something."
Dean had clenched his fists in slight fear, as Sam's voice rose to an angry yell. "You're so selfish. Did you even think how this would affect me?"
"Of course I did Sammy." Dean answered, almost loosing all composure by answering. "I finally understand why dad made that deal. He couldn't bear the thought of someone he loved dying."
"That's the thing, Dean," Sam voice lowered, "I wasn't dying. I did die." Sam turned around and stormed out the motel room, leaving Dean defeated.
Sam sat up in his bed, rubbing his eyes. He slowly willed himself out of bed and to the nearby table. His laptop was still open at the site he was recently reading. His gaze went from the site on protection circles to his brother who seemed to be restlessly sleeping. Dean had startled to mumble in his sleep while rolling onto his side. Sam's thoughts suddenly disappeared as he watched his brother hunt even in his sleep.
Morning came with a donut bouncing off of Sam's forehead. Sam sleepily opened his eyes to realize that he had fallen asleep at his laptop. He looked at the screen, and then to the donut which had one bite taken out of it. The jelly from it was smeared on his forehead and was now dripping on his keyboard. He looked up to see Dean grinning like an idiot.
"What are you doing?" Sam sleepily asked.
"I made breakfast." Dean explained, while still chewing the piece of donut he bit off of Sams. "well, bought it. Hurry up, I got what we need."
Sam had almost forgotten why they were even in this town, before he came to a sudden realization and quickly closed his laptop. In his haste he forgot that the jelly donut was still on his keyboard.
"Son of a bitch," Sam swore as jelly squeezed out the sides of his laptop.
"Way to go, Sammy," Dean teased, "What am I gonna use to look up porn now?"
Sam gave Dean an evil glare and one of those looks that means he's down to business. Dean shrugged it off before tossing an I.D. card to his brother. "You're going to need that."
Sam picked the card up and began to read his identity. It read, "Mark Kilenshore, Private Investigator." His mind suddenly grasping what they were about to do. They were investigating a series of mutilations, and needed to see the corpses, or what was left of them.
Dean picked up his jacket before starting towards the door. He reached for the door knob before turning towards his brother, about ready to say something before Sam interrupted.
"I know man, I'm sorry about last night." Sam tried to explain, "I was angry, I didn't mean to explode at you like that." Dean seemed to fumble for words, but before he could find them he spun around and exited the room.
Sam watched his brothers expressions, and knew something deeper was bothering him. He grabbed his coat and gave one last look at the room, noticing his laptop. "Damnit," he swore before reaching out to pick it up, "I never got to eat breakfast."
"Is that a foot?" Dean asked, breaking the silence between them since they left the motel. He started to poke at the body remains. They had skillfully talked their ways into the observation room and were now looking at a small box full of what appeared to be human parts.
"No, Dean." Sam answered slightly annoyed. He was reading through the sheet. "It says that the body was so mutilated that they couldn't fill out a full report until more information was found."
"That means that it could be anything." Dean said, still poking at what he thought was a foot.
"Exactly," Sam started, "Let me pull up some stuff on my lapt-" He pulled out his jelly covered laptop and let out a distraught sigh. "Never mind, I guess we are going to the library."
"Man, I hate the libra-" Dean started but stopped from the glare Sam was giving him. "Bitch."
"Jerk."
Sam walked into the library, eyeing a computer off in the corner. He started in that direction, not caring what Dean was doing. He began his research on what he presumed to be the culprit. In his head, it was either a deva, a black dog, or a werewolf. He almost immediately disregarded a deva, knowing that their work is usually cleaner.
His eyes were caught by a site on black dogs. The black dog was known to mutilate the bodies of its victims, but what stood out was the protection spell that was posted at the bottom. He made a quick glance over his shoulder to see what Dean was up to before continuing his research.
Dean was sitting at a computer on the other side of the library. He had the monitor tilted slightly away, as if he was trying to hide what he was doing. He had a look on his face like something was wrong, but Sam couldn't quite put his finger on it.
His brother had been acting strange, ever since they had that fight. Maybe he finally realized the severity of his actions. Sam started tapping his fingers in frustration. His brother was clouding his thoughts. He needed to focus on the problem at hand.
What was he thinking? Dean was the problem at hand. Everything else could wait as long as his brother had only one year to live. Scratch that, they spent the last three months going on hunts. He had only nine months to find a way to save him.
Sam suddenly stood up, his fists clenched. He mentally hit himself. He needed to clear his head. The water he splashed on his face was cold, just what he needed to set his mind straight. He looked up into the mirror and cursed himself for not being on his game.
"You alright, Sammy." Sam turned around almost slipping on the tile floor.
"Yeah yeah, I'm ok." He said, his voice obviously displaying that something was bothering him.
"You sure?" Dean played his protective older brother card. 'Damn he was hot when he took charge. Wait, what was that last thought?'
"Uh, I need to get some, uhm, air." Sam quickly lied. Anything to get away from Dean. What was wrong with him, why was he having these strange thoughts. He started towards the door, but before he could get there he was spun around by Dean and was now face to face with him.
"Are you sure you're ok?" asked Dean once more, showing how concerned he really was. Their bodies were to close for comfort, at least for the bewildered Sam.
"Huh, wha? Cha." Sam started to babble, he didn't know what he was doing before he pressed his lips against Deans.
Dean threw a bunched up old newspaper at Sam's face. "Dude, what the hell?" Sam stared at Dean. He looked around quick. They were back in the library, he was still sitting at his computer with the black dog website open.
"You were starring at me for like ten minutes, man. You tell me." Dean started.
"Oh sorry, I guess I didn't get much sleep from last night." Sam began, starting to blush with embarrassment.
"Up all night researching?" Dean asked, thinking the research was for the hunt they were currently on.
"Yeah, you could say that." Sam started, feeling his blush growing. "Anyway, did you find anything useful?"
"Yeah, but not much 'cause I couldn't concentrate with you staring at me the entire time." Dean sarcastically said. "I looked into werewolves, and I'm pretty sure it's safe to say that it isn't a werewolf."
"What makes you say that?" Sam says, welcoming the change of subject and feeling his blush begin to go away.
"First off, werewolves rip out the heart of the victim. Once they have the heart, they more or less leave the victim to die. The mutilation of the body we investigated." Sam was lost in Dean's explanation, noting how nice Dean's lips were. He mentally hit himself one more time before returning his attention back to Deans explanation. "That foot we saw. A werewolf would never go that far with a mutilation."
"Right," Sam snapped back into reality and without caring what the part of Deans explanation he missed, began to explain what he discovered. "I believe that it is a black dog. The mutilation fits and lack of evidence also fits. Only the victim can see the black dog, which explains why there are no witnesses or suspects."
The expression on Deans face showed how proud he was of Sam. Sam began to blush again. "I'm uh, sorry about it not being a uhm, a dog-thing, er werewolf, Dean" Sam stumbled for the words. "I know how much you wanted to fight another one."
"It's ok, Sammy." Dean said with clear disappointment in his eyes. God Sam just wanted to melt from those eyes. 'Oh my god, what the hell is wrong with me?' Sam mentally thought. 'He's my brother, damnit.'
"Sammy?" Dean sounded worried.
"Yeah, I'm ok. I just need some sleep." Sam answered. 'Just a quick nap and hopefully this will all go away.'
The ride back to the motel was long and quiet. Sam kept stealing glances at Dean when he wasn't looking, and mentally hurting himself when he was looking.
Sam burst through the motel door, noticing the familiar layout, and the jelly still smeared on the table. He made his way to the bed before sleepily collapsing on it.
"I'm gonna go get us some dinner, I'll be back in an hour or so." Dean explained. The only response he got out of Sam was a muffled, "Mmm hmm." before leaving the room and driving away.
It didn't take long for Sam's mind to start wandering. His thoughts were mainly focused on the incident at the library. What was happening to him? It had to be the insomnia, or he was having one vivid dream. All he could think about was kissing Dean one more time.
His thoughts kept him from getting any sleep. He tried to block his thoughts, and stood up. He walked over to the window, hoping Dean would be back soon. He looked at the clock and noticed that Dean had only been gone 10 minutes. He turned his attention back to outside the window.
Dean carefully opened the door, trying to stay quiet. Upon making it through the door, he found Sam staring out the window. He walked to the table and set the bag of food down.
"Hey, are you hungry?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, what did you get?" Sam replied.
"I got spaghetti, and some chocolate ice cream for dessert." Dean explained while pulling out the individual boxes that was their pasta. He reached in the bag again and pulled out a small pail of ice cream and casually walked to the mini fridge and put it inside. He then reached into the bag once more and pulled out a bottle of whipped cream.
Dean ripped his shirt off and started spraying the whipped cream into his mouth. He stopped for a second and was about to say something. "Do you want some, Sammy?"
"Hey Sammy, did you hear me?" Dean asked again.
Sam snapped back into reality, seeing Dean seated at the table, fully clothed, with a fork in his hand. Sam was dumbstruck. He couldn't move and he was holding the curtains in a death grip.
"Sam?" Dean stood up and was starting to walk towards him.
Sam willed himself to move and started to say, "Yeah, just a sec."
"Did you get enough sleep?" Dean asked.
"Couldn't sleep, I've got to much on my mind." Sam pulled out his dish and began to eat. It wasn't long before Dean was finished and took out the ice cream.
"You didn't buy any whipped cream, did you?" asked Sam.
"No, why?" Dean questioned.
"No reason." Sam quickly replied. He stood up and walked to the bathroom. He locked the door and started splashing cold water on his face. 'I just need to focus more on the hunt, that's all. I'm going to go back out there and start some more research.'
He opened the bathroom door, and slowly exited. Dean was enthralled in the vibrating bed, and was having to much fun to notice his brothers reappearance. Sam took out his laptop, cursing at how he hadn't cleaned it up yet. He took out a washcloth from the bathroom and started to wipe the jelly away from the keyboard and screen.
"Hey Sam, do you want to come join me?" Dean shouted.
"WHAT!?" Sam shouted in sheer terror.
"God, all I said was, 'do you have any more quarters?'" Dean sheepishly stated. "I'll think twice before asking next time."
"Sorry Dean, thought you said something else," Sam started to explain but noted the look of confusion on his brothers face, "never mind. I'm just really tired but I can't sleep, so I'm gonna look up so more research."
Dean was quickly lost in his own world, which left Sam to tend to his laptop. 'God, this jelly is really sticky. I bet it's a lot like Dean's...'
"Whoa!" Sam shouted, catching himself before he had thought to much. Also making the startled Dean jolt upright.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked, reaching for the gun under his pillow, oblivious to anything that happened in the past five minutes.
"Oh, nothing, I just noticed how dirty my laptop really was." Sam lied. 'This is becoming ridiculous.' He finished wiping up his laptop and began his search on black dogs once more. 'There has to be something that can keep my mind off of him.'
He began his search, which started off on a bad site stating that black dogs needed to be sold or they would be put down. He found the website he was on at the library after several failed attempts. He began to read more on them, their habits, their patterns. Anything that would give them a lead.
He was finally onto something, when he glanced at the clock. It was nearly 1:30 in the morning. He scratched the back of his head before looking about the room. Dean had passed out on the bed. Sam quickly looked away, trying to keep his thoughts elsewhere. He returned his attention back to his laptop, scrolling down a little and read exactly what he needed to know.
Sam nudged Dean, but all he did was moan and roll over. Sam tried again, this time successfully awakening him. Dean jolted up and through instinct, had the barrel of his gun right between a startled Sam's eyes.
"Holy shit, you almost gave me a heart attack." Sam said, starting to feel numb all over.
"Been there, done that." Dean noted with a yawn.
"What?" asked Sam.
"The heart attack, had one. Been there done that." Dean smiled. "So what's up?"
"Right, anyway I think our job here is more complicated than we thought." Sam started to explain.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because I was researching and came across this." Sam pointed to his laptop, Dean leaned in to get a closer look, making Sam squirm from the contact. Sam continued to explain, "It states that the presence of a black dog can often be confirmed by a simple ritual."
"I can read, Sammy." Dean answered.
"I wonder sometimes." Sam retorted.
"So what do you propose?" Dean asked, offended by Sams statement.
"Propose, what are you insane?" Sam exclaimed, being thrown off guard and blushing slightly.
"Dude, what the hell is wrong with you?" Dean asked.
"No-nothing. Sorry. I suggest we gather the ingredients to attempt this ritual." Sam said, trying to avoid eye contact.
"What does the ritual require?"
"A bunch of stuff, mostly similar to a protection spell, which is probably why I thought it was a protection spell at first." Sam started to explain, "But instead of combining the ingredients, you lay them around a pentagram and begin this chant." Sam pointed to the laptops screen, which had some foreign langue on it. "Once the chant is finished, the ingredients should burn up if a black dog is present. This should also make it visible for the next couple of hours."
"It only gives us a few hours?" asked Dean, stroking the stubble on his chin. 'God, I love it when he forgets to shave.'
"Quit that." Sam demanded, swatting Dean's hand away from his chin. "It's distracting."
All Dean could do was stare at Sam like he had just been betrayed. "I guess I'll let you figure out what our next step is, I'm gonna go wash up." Dean turned and started towards the bathroom as Sam became enthralled in his work.