an exercise in control (for hunter_returns)

[onasteelhorse]

It didn't escape Dean just how fucked up this was. But so was the whole situation, so what the hell, right? If it got Sam back, if it got him to see how that Ruby bitch was fucking with his head and helping him get hooked on something that was going to lead nowhere good... well, Dean could take the fall out. He'd take whatever hate Sam could throw at him, but he wasn't letting his brother damn himself like this.

He wasn't going to let Sammy turn himself into a monster.

So, he found a spell. He hated dealing in magic and witches, but if it all went right... well, it meant he'd have enough pull over Sam to get him to stop until he finished detoxing this time and hopefully realized just what the demon blood was doing to him.

To them both, really.

He was fucking terrified Sam was going to do something stupid, wind up in a worse situation. He couldn't let him, even if it meant betraying him in one of the worst ways.

The spell was cast though and all Dean had to do now was sit back in the tiny motel room and wait for Sam to get back from wherever he slipped off to today. He tried to play it casual, flipping through channels and fought down his nerves and conscience alike.

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[hunter_returns]

What he was doing was the right thing. He was taking the demon blood that had meant to turn him into a soldier of Hell and turning it against demons. Ruby was just helping him tap that power, making him stronger, making him a force for doing things that were right. He was helping people and the blood was only making him more powerful.

They’d trapped another demon, questioned it about Lilith – because he was going to hunt her down, make her pay for what she’d done to Dean. How she’d made both of them suffer. The demon questioned, Sam ripped the thing free, crumbling it to ash. Revenge was dangerous, but every time he shut his eyes he could see Dean flinching, hurt by his time in Hell and someone had to pay for that. Dean had been through that because of him. To save him.

Ruby had dropped him off and Sam stumbled getting out of the car, hit by an odd wave of dizziness that seemed to swamp him for only a moment.

Still a little jittery from using so much power and riding high off of Ruby’s blood – smoke and heat still on his lips – Sam walked back to the motel where Dean was waiting.

“Hey. Didn’t expect you to still be up.” Casual. Completely casual.