My Best Friends Brother // Supernatural

Chapter 67

I can hear a whining coming from outside and soft scratches on the door, I groan and get up. The boys are still sleeping so I go outside "Portia? It's six in the morning, we just came from a case and we drove none stop to get here. Can you give them another two hours to sleep?" I ask, she whines "I know you're worried but we're going to sort this out, it's not everyday that they can get some shut eye. So two hours that's all I'm asking" I say letting her head, she turns her head slightly into my hand for one last scratch and runs away. I groan and go back inside to get changed and brush my teeth quietly before grabbing the car keys and heading out to get the boys some breakfast before they wake up

By the time I return the boys are wide awake, Dean in the shower and Sammy on his laptop at the table "where have you been?" Sam asks and I lift up the bag of food "breakfast for my favourite boys" I say just as Dean walks out, I kiss Sam on the cheek and walk over to Dean who kisses me softly for a few seconds "you're the best. But I miss your pie" he pouts "I'll make more pie when we get back to the bunker, eat your breakfast" I say tapping his chest, I'll go to the cooler in my suitcase and get a blood bag to have with my food "Portia showed up here at six in the morning, so we should probably-" I begin saying when I hear the faint taps in the corridor, I get up and open the door for her. She runs in and instantly transforms "you're so cool" I say closing the door, I sit on Dean lap and motion for her to sit on my chair "tell us more about James, Portia" Sam says

"So, these dreams James is having -- he thinks that they're real? He thinks that he is actually killing people?" Dean asks "I think so. At least that's what I picked up before he started blocking me." Portia replies "What does that mean, blocking you?" Sam asks "Familiars and their masters -- we can communicate telepathically. I can get inside of James' head anytime I want. But he shut me out." Portia explains "So, what, you think maybe there's something in there he doesn't want you to see?" Sam suggests "Possibly, yeah -- something dark, you know, that's destroying him. He can't go to the police, and he doesn't trust other witches." Portia adds "But he trusts us? You do know who we are, right? We're the last people that somebody like James needs to be telling his troubles to." Dean replies

"This was my idea. I was the one who called under James' name. He doesn't know you're here. But...I think you're maybe all he has." Portia replies, the boys look at me "what? I don't know what he actually sounds like, you boys were asleep" I reply with a shrug

We go visit James and he isn't exactly happy to see us there, instead him and Portia go off to another room to argue very loudly. Portia walks past us as a dog, Sam cocks his head while Dean waves and I smile at her, she barks and walks to another room "I cannot get used to that, I just want to pet her" I say "pet her?" Dean asks a smirk appearing on his face "you weirdo, it's an instinct. She's a dog" I say with a shrug, James walks into the room and we all stand up "Sam, Dean and Regina right?" James says and I nod "Witchcraft, James? Really? What the hell are you thinking?" Dean instantly judges him, I slap his arm "You come to help or pile on?" James asks "I'm just saying, you screw with that stuff, you're gonna fry your wiring." Dean replies rubbing his arm "All right. Look, why don't you tell us about these dreams? She said people were dying in them." Sam says "'Dying'? They were torn to bits. I, uh, I could feel my fingers ripping into their flesh." James explains "But they were dreams?" Dean asks

"Well, I, uh, woke up in my bed." James replies "so yeah, dreams?" I say furrowing my brows "I'm not so sure." James replies "Not helping, James." Dean adds "Those people -- they died. I checked with the precinct." James says "All right, well, maybe you heard it, and it stuck in your head" Sam suggests "You're -- you don't think I-I told myself all that? You don't think I didn't say, "that wasn't me. I couldn't have done such a thing"?" James replies getting frustrated, he goes over to a bag on the chair and pulls out a blood stained shirt, I scrunch my nose at the smell of old dirty blood, Sam looks surprised but Dean is giving him an 'I told you so' look "is it yours?" Sam asks, James shows the initial embroidered on the shit 'JMF' "James Martin Frampton." He says, he throws the shirt on the coffee table, sits on the chair and brings his hands up to his head "what is happening to me?" He asks "Well, how about this? Um, you pissed off another witch, and he or she hexed you and forced you to..." Dean suggests

"It's possible, I suppose, but I never heard of it." James replies "How many of these dreams have you had?" Sam asks "Four. The most recent one is last night. Uh, it was a blind man. I, uh... I was choking him, and, uh..." James struggles to reply and I wave my hand signalising him to stop "we're going to figure this out, alright? We're here to help you" I say "but you're gonna have to do your part." Dean adds "Which is?" James asks, Dean tosses a bag onto the table and it makes a loud clanging sound. Dean unzips the bag and pulls out thick chains and hold them up while looking at James. "You're gonna have to stay put." Dean says and lets the chains drop back into the bag. "House arrest, my friend." Dean says with a small smile