Another excerpt from Helplessly Devoted to You, where Dean is dealing with his cursed brother who acts like a cross between a 13 year old girl and wedding barbie:
The pleasant buzz from their evening was unfortunately cut short when just as they reached the car, parked down the street, they were mugged. The man holding the gun popped out from between two buildings and demanded their wallets which was irritating enough because damn it, Dean worked hard getting those fake cards in there and it had his Dean Campbell ID that he carried the most in everyday non-hunt life.
As he was deciding weather to comply or not the man noticed Sam’s ring and demanded that too which is when Sam went bat shit crazy, screaming like a lunatic, and launching himself at the man pointing a gun at his damn face. Not that it mattered since Sam disarmed him in seconds and had the man down on the ground sobbing apologies as the hunter kicked the crap out of him.
As Sam kept wailing on the guy Dean finally took pity and pulled his brother off. “Dean, he wanted my ring. Can you believe it? He needs to be stopped. He can’t go around taking the symbol of peoples undying devotion to each other. Its wrong. He needs punished.” Sam went to start kicking the mugger again and Dean pulled him further away surprised at how dark the look in Sam’s eyes was. Was this the curse wanting blood?
Not taking any chances Dean managed to get Sam into the car and they got the hell away, and with a quick anonymous call he was pretty sure an ambulance and the cops would be along in a few minutes to take care of the beaten man.
“I just can’t believe it Dean. Can you imagine he wanted me to take off my ring. We need to go back there and finish him off.”
“No Sam, the cops are gonna take care of him, trust me. We only kill monsters not humans, remember?”
“Oh but he was a monster. Wanting my ring, I just, yeah he’s a monster all right. A ring stealing monster. I’ll have to write the lore on them when we get to Bobby’s then we can go back and finish him off if we need to.”
“Sammy, snap out of it man. He didn’t get the damn ring, calm the fuck down.”
“Calm down? CALM DOWN? Are you kidding me?” Sam had that high pitched screechy whine back again and Dean could feel it all the way down his spine. “HE TRIED TO TAKE MY RING DEAN! MY RING!”
“I know sweetheart I was there. But it’s okay because he didn’t get it did he?’
Confusion flashed in Sam's eyes for a moment then he visibly started to relax. “You’re right. I took care of the bad man and he didn’t get anywhere near my precious ring. I swear Dean if he’d gotten it I would have just died. Died, I tell you.”
“Yeah, I’m getting that Sammy. But it’s okay, you still have it.”
“Yes okay. I still have it and we’re still getting married the day after tomorrow and its all going to be okay.” The younger man took a bunch of deep breaths and the shrill pitch of his voice finally started to come down as he talked himself down.
