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Chapter 22

Harry watched Dean and Sam, frowning slightly as he saw Dean pulling away from his brother. It had been two week since Dean had been cured and it was getting worse. Harry could see the toll it was taking on Sam as well, his confidence dropping drastically. He waited until Sam was in the shower and then grabbed Dean and apparated to a deserted area.

"What the hell Harry?" Dean snapped and Harry glared hard enough that he actually shifted back a little.

"You want to tell me what's going on?"

"Don't know what you mean."

"The way you're reacting around Sam? He's noticed too if you care." Harry snapped and Dean actually flinched. Harry sighed and closed his eyes. "Dean please, what's going on with you?"

"Nothing's wrong."

"Liar. Dean come on, we can't afford to let anything push us apart at the moment." Harry pushed, staring his cousin down. Dean looked away, hugging himself and Harry felt a flash of panic. What the hell was going on? Dean had been doing so well in recovering from hell before that stupid ghost sickness. Harry moved closer and hugged him, letting his magic surround them, warming the air and Dean slowly relaxed, a hand moving to clutch at Harry's shirt. "Come on Dean, talk to me." Harry begged.

"I keep seeing…"

"Seeing what?" Harry asked gently.

"Sam's eyes." Dean whispered and Harry frowned.

"What about them?"

"Yellow. I keep seeing them flash yellow like….like that demon." Dean admitted and Harry hugged him tightly.

"It's not real Dean, I promise. I would have seen it too. Sam is Sam; he's not possessed or turning evil or anything. He's still our Sammy and he needs you." Harry told him firmly and Dean slumped. "It started when you were sick didn't it?"

"Yeah but then after, when Bobby left I saw it again." Dean admitted and Harry gently placed his hands over Dean's temples, carefully scanning him for any sign of tampering or spells. He snarled when he found a trace of angelic power lingering in Dean's mind. He took a deep breath and began working to shield Dean's mind. Dean blinked dazedly and shook his head. "What?"

"Someone was messing with your head Dean, an angelic someone. Trying to drive you two apart." Harry explained.

"Shit. I gotta see Sammy." Dean demanded and Harry nodded, apparating back to fins Sam looking around the room forlornly. "Sammy." Dean called and Sam stared at him, unsure. Dean moved forward and yanked Sam into a hug. "I'm sorry Sammy, so sorry." Dean whispered and Sam hugged back.

"What did I do wrong?"


"It's not Dean's fault Sam, an angel was messing with his head. I fixed it for now." Harry told the younger Winchester. Sam's eyes widened and he clung tightly to his brother, he didn't need to be told what they'd done to Dean, he knew it had to have something to do with his demonic blood and latent powers.

"I'm here Dean, still me. Never gonna use them." Sam swore to him and Dean nodded. Harry watched them before slipping away; he had an angel to hunt.


Small updates for stories I know but I figure something is better than nothing since things are so hectic lately.