TITLE: Who But My Lady Greensleeves
AUTHOR: mad_server
WORDS: 300
SUMMARY: There's this love spell...

A puff of smoke. The sound of tiny bells.

Sam straightens at the picnic table. "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Dean blinks and rubs his eyes.

"That tinkling."

Dean's looking at the tree behind Sam. "Hmm?"

"Do I smell sage? Dude, I think that was magic."

"Magic," Dean repeats. He rises and goes to the tree.

Sam twists to watch him. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes a little weird. "Dean?"

Dean wraps his arms around the tree and doesn't let go.


"Dean, it's raining."

"Hmmmph." Dean nestles his cheek against the bark. There's sap on his neck.

"Dude... just come inside. The tree's still gonna be here."

Dean doesn't answer. His coat flaps in the wind.

Sam goes to the car and digs out a tarp.


"Bobby, hey. How's that potion coming?"

Dean's making kissy motions into the tree. His lips are bright red, mashing over the bark.

Sam turns away.


"Arbor non affectus!" Sam wafts the smoke from his herbs toward Dean, who turns to look at him for the first time in awhile.

Dean coughs against the trunk, drops his arms to the side. His face is vampire-pale. "What...?" He stumbles, and Sam rushes forward to steady him.

"Easy," Sam says, as Dean goes limp and heavy in his arms.


Sam re-folds the cloth on his brother's forehead and gives his shoulder a pat.

"I still don't want to talk about it."

"I know."

"It wasn't my fault. Friggin' love spells. Should be illegal."

"Hear, hear." Sam goes to the mini-fridge and pulls out a styrofoam clamshell. "How's your stomach? Ready to eat?"

"Oh my god, yes."

Sam passes him the salad, and a plastic fork. "The plant kingdom misses you."

"I hate you.