Idea…so what would have happened if Osiris had taken Dean's tongue in episode 'Defending your Life' From Season 7.

Supernatural does not belong to me, although I wish it did. I am simply playing in Kirpke's sandbox for a bit. All rights and ownership are the property of Kripke and the CW network. I am not making any money from this; it is for my own personal pleasure.

Storyline: This story follows Sam and Dean as they deal with the aftermath of Dean's inability to 'Shut his cakehole', and the Egyptian god Osiris not only removes his tongue, as promised, but also his ability to make any sound at all, making Dean a mute. This is their story as they hunt for the god and try to deal Dean's new handicap. Can he hunt? Can they even find the god before the wall in Sam's head breaks down completely?

Please keep in mind that I do not have a Beta, so all grammatical errors are my own. Sorry... Please Review...

Chapter 1

Dean should have listened

"Keep him quiet counselor or I'll remove his tongue." Osiris was getting seriously irritated with Dean Winchester. The hunter was currently chained to a solid wooden chair awaiting a verdict, his tall 6'4 lanky brother Sam was seated in the chair next to him acting as his counsel. Dean was a fine example of the human male species, he was strong, standing nearly 6'2 when he wasn't chained to a chair, and he had intelligent deep moss green eyes and light sprinkling of freckles across his nose and cheeks. His younger brother was also a fine example of the gene pool; he was taller with long brown hair and bright blue-green eyes that reflected an above average intelligence. He was also larger framed with a body of muscle that spoke of a warrior's life and the years that they had both spent training while growing up. Dean was no different in this respect; he was simply a little smaller than his gargantuan of a little brother. The damn hunter didn't know when enough was enough and apparently he wasn't about to learn anytime soon Osiris thought as the man struggled against the thick chain and glared at him in defiance.

"What the hell do you mean 'keep my mouth shut'." Dean spouted unable to stand the fact that he was being talked about like he wasn't even in the damn room, his green eyes flashing in irritation as he struggled against the bonds that held him hopelessly restrained to the seemly unbreakable wooden chair. Sam turned a warning look in his direction, but it was too late. The next thing that Dean knew was the instant white hot agony that flashed through his mouth and down his throat, like he had swallowed whiskey after having Strep Throat, and then nothing…no sound…nothing was coming out of his mouth. Sam looked at Osiris in growing panic as he saw his brother's mouth working and nothing coming out but the blood running steadily down his chin, his anger now rising to the surface as he watched his brothers green eyes go wide and fear flash through them in an instant.

"What the hell did you just do?" he growled at the Egyptian god. The smirk that settled on the judge's face just made Sam angrier. "I said what the fuck did you just do to my brother? Do I need to draw it out in hieroglyphics?" The god turned blank black eyes in his direction, raising a dark eyebrow at the comment, he was almost challenging Sam to continue with this tantrum.

"I warned him Sam." He said simply. Rising slowly from the gold embossed chair that he had been seated in, his rope billowing around his feet. "Now for a verdict, Dean Winchester I find you guilty in your heart…but since I have taken your voice, I will let that suffice for now. There will be no death verdict today." And with that he was gone…so were the chains holding Dean bound in place and the pillars of fire that had lined the walls giving the room an unnatural light.

Sam heard Dean hit the floor, he was instantly gagging and blood poured from his mouth as he tried to clear the metallic fluid from his lungs and throat. "Dean?" he called as he knelt next to his brother and laid a hand gently on his back. He didn't know how to deal with this, how did he fix this…would Dean even survive this? Sam's thoughts were plowing through his head unchecked as he watched his brother hack up blood onto the dusty floor boards.

Dean leaned on his elbows as the blood flowed out of his mouth and into a puddle on the dusty floor below him. Funny, his mind flashed back to one other time he had found himself in this position, when those freakin witches had cursed him and Ruby had saved him, fucking Ruby, he thought with rising fear and anger. Only this time there wasn't going to be a witch's cure that could fix what had just been done to him. He couldn't even make a sound, whatever that damn god had done to him it had been more than simply taking his tongue, because he couldn't make any sound at all. Why hadn't he just shut up…because that has never been your strong suit Winchester, you have always had to push things one step further…and until today you kinda got away with it. He thought as he tried to control his breathing. Sam was staring at him in concern, not that Dean wouldn't have been concerned too, but damn did the kid always have to look at him like he was a victim lately. Okay this time I suppose I am somewhat of a victim.

Sam watched as his brother finally cleared most of the blood and then sat back on his heels, his face screwed up with pain, but, still, no sound emitting from between his brothers lips. "Dean what did he do to you?" he asked softly.

Dean turned pained eyes at him and shook his head…never uttering a word. Suddenly Sam got it. He understood that that son of a bitch had taken not only the tongue, but Dean's ability to communicate entirely. This new found knowledge had Sam seeing red as he looked at Dean, at the fear that was thinly veiled in his glassy green eyes, but it was definitely there. His older tough-as-nails brother was afraid and the last time that Sam could remember seeing that was when Dean had been facing down the Hell hound nearly four years ago. So much had happened between then and now, but to see that look on Dean's face again nearly sent Sam over a precipice he hadn't realized that he had been teetering on.

Dean watched his way too smart little brother connect the dots and come to the correct conclusion, Sam knew that Dean couldn't talk. Hell he couldn't even groan or mumble, or tell Sammy that he loved him and was proud of him. He was handicapped…how the hell could he even hunt? He couldn't even say an exorcism for crying out loud or warn Sam if something got too close. He turned from his little brothers sympathetic blue-green gaze and pulled himself shakily to his knees and grasping the wooden table that had served as their desk, finally to his feet. He swayed as pain and blood loss coursed through his system and felt the immediate touch of Sam's hands on his shoulder and waist to steady him.

"Whoa there Dean…I got you." He said quietly. Dean wanted to scream and jump around at just how fucked up this sort of punishment was…hell he might have preferred death to this sentence of silence. Sam looked down at him, his eyes nearly swimming in tears as he looked at the crimson blood still dribbling down his older brother's lips and off his pale chin. He tried to cover the reaction, but he wasn't quick enough…Dean saw it and he struggled away from his brothers comfort. He didn't deserve it. One thing he did know was that that damn god had been right about one thing…he was guilty. Guilty of getting everyone he loved killed, in the most violent and bloody ways possible…even Sammy had died because Dean hadn't been watching him closely enough. Hell, his father had only given him one task, his entire life, Look out for Sammy, and Dean had failed and Sam had paid the price. Sam's eyes took on the wounded puppy look that Dean hated to the very marrow of his bones…because he always fell for it. He was always sucked into Sammy's soft blue-green eyes and his hurt expression and he always felt guilty afterward. Right now it was worse than ever because he knew that his brother wasn't handling the hell-wall breaking down inside his head all that well and now he was faced with a brother that was next to useless.

"Dean, we need to get to Bobby's. Maybe he knows a way to fix this, or how track that bastard down and make him reverse it." Sam spat in frustration. His long frame nearly vibrating with his impotent rage, he scrubbed long fingers through his too long brown hair and pushed it out of his eyes.

Dean was constantly amazed at how quickly Sam could take stock of a situation and then look for the best course of action. Where he was all action all the time…Sam was careful planning and diligent research worked into skillful response. His mouth was throbbing like a bitch and he was still light headed, but he knew that Sam was right; they needed to leave here now and try to get to Bobby's. Because God knows I couldn't hunt like this, he thought. If something was coming up behind Sammy, he couldn't even warn the kid. The idea that it could put Sam in danger was the kicker, he would get this fixed, come hell or high water…he would get his voice back.

Sam watched as his brother stumbled out of the old red barn into the crisp night air, if the god had thought it out and searched for the best way to punish Dean, he couldn't have picked a better punishment. Except of course, if it had been the death of either Dean or even worse, he knew Dean would think, the death of him. They trudged through the red dirt and made it to the Impala, Sam was a little surprised when Dean pulled the passenger side door of the black car open, never even looking at the driver's seat that he nearly always occupied, in fact Sam used to tease him that he had a 'butt' impression on that particularly part of the seat that made it impossible for Sam to sit there comfortably. Sam gulped back his rising concern; this was not normal behavior for his brother. He was also increasingly frustrated when he realized that he couldn't even ask Dean about it, because chances were that his brother who would generally chose not to answer, the whole, No chick-flick moments' thing…now couldn't.

Sam wondered about that as Dean settled into the seat, his head lowered and leaning against the door, his whole body reflecting pain and exhaustion. Dean couldn't look at Sam at the moment, because he was supposed to be looking after his baby brother not the other way around. The worst part was that Sam needed him more now than ever before and Dean was now less than he had ever been with regards to his ability to hunt and his general usefulness. They had to fix this problem and with the breaking down of the hell-wall inside Sam's head along with his inability to shut his cake hole, which had now landed them both in a bit of a pickle. He heard Sam clicking through the numbers on his phone and stopping as he came across the grizzled old hunter's number.

Dean closed his eyes in frustration as he watched Sam wait for Bobby to answer, "Bobby?" Sam said quickly.

Bobby hoped that this call was to tell him that they had gotten to Dean in time and not the other way around. That damn Osiris was pretty hard one to pin down. "Yeah, you find your brother?" His voice was rough with worry as he waited for the youngest Winchester to answer.

"Uh…yeah I found him Bobby. But now we have another problem." Sam said quietly, hoping that his brother wasn't listening to this call as closely as he was sure he would be if their positions were reversed.

"Okay…you gonna fill me in or do I have to guess?" The older hunter groused.

"Um, yeah sorry. Osiris took Dean's ability to talk, I think he cut out his tongue and removed the vocal cords…as far as I can tell." Sam rushed through the information, trying to maintain a hold on his own growing nausea.

"Come again?" The gruff old voice questioned quickly, Bobby had heard a lot of things in his day, but he hadn't ever heard any hunter having their tongue removed by a God and then getting the damn thing back again. Hell, he had just wanted Sam to get Dean away from the judgment portion of the evenings festivities, since they both knew Dean would fail. He would have been sentenced to death, instead he was being sentenced to silence and for a guy like Dean...that was so much worse.

"Osiris…he made Dean a mute Bobby. He can't speak…can't even make a sound." Sam's voice broke on the last word and he looked at his brother, who was pretending to look out the window into the pitch black night. His breathing a little ragged with pain and his shoulder's slumping with the weight of this new and seemingly insurmountable problem.

"Oh…well. I guess you two better head on over this way and we'll see what we can do about that." Bobby's voice was gruff but concerned as he finished.

"Yeah...yeah that was pretty much our plan too." Sam said. His eyes shifting once again to his brother as he stared out into the black night, the road passing in a blur of darkness. "We'll be there by tomorrow. See what you can learn between now and then…please Bobby." Sam finished as he clicked his phone shut.

"Dean, we are going to fix this." He said with more confidence than he actually felt. Sam knew that his brother had told him lies to protect him during his life, so the least that he could do was return the favor. Dean turned veiled green eyes in his direction and rolled them to emphasize just exactly how much he so 'did not believe' Sam. Sam's eyebrows came together in worry as Dean continued to look at him, the blood now dried on his chin and his lips turned down in pain or a frown, Sam wasn't sure which. The most disturbing thing was that Dean hadn't even tried to wipe the crusty blood from his face, he had simply kept his eyes averted and watched as the darkened countryside flew by with dizzying speed. Sam rolled his eyes in frustration and shook his head at the absolute mess that their lives were currently. He was suffering from hallucinations and now his brother was suffering from the punishment of a God...their lives kinda sucked out loud!

Dean looked at his brother, knowing that Sam was lying to him, just like he would be lying to Sam if their positions were reversed. He didn't know how they could fix it at this point; it wasn't just the mute thing, that damn 'God' had taken his tongue too. That meant no more licking his lips when he sees a particularly temping piece of pie…or a woman. Holy shit…that meant a lot things where women were concerned. His eyes slid closed in that sudden and horrifying realization, he couldn't reciprocate like he used to. Hell, he couldn't even kiss a woman with tongue. What the fuck… Dean inhaled as he tried to wrap his head around all the things that were taken from in an instant, that one instant that he hadn't shut his god-damned yap when he should have. But trash talking was just what he did, it was so ingrained into him that it had gotten him into trouble with the yellow-eyed demon all those years ago too. Now it had cost him the chance of saving his brother and possibly his ability to take care of Sam when the time came. Hell, he couldn't even really take care of himself this way, he would have to haul around a notebook and write everything down. He could just see himself trying to pick a girl by passing her a note: Hey, do you want to go back to my place, check yes or no... Yeah that would go over well with the ladies. Shit, he couldn't even lick his lips if they got chapped. Man this sucks out loud! He thought in rising indiganation as they continued to plow down the highway at what was probably a record breaking speed, knowing Sam.

TBC…

Author's Note: This has been rattling around in my brain since last year. So I started to write a fic on it, it should mostly stay within canon. If there is interest, I will post the rest of the story. So a good point was brought up that I thought that I should address, Dean only had the front portion of the tongue removed, the back part of the muscle is still there, so he can eat, but pretty much it will be shakes and liquid diet stuff. No more cheeseburgers or pie, unless they blend it up first. Yuck! No worries thought, I will not leave Dean in this predicament permanently, just for the sake of the story. I thought it sounded interesting and might make a good fiction.

Please Review…That way I know anyone even cares about the rest of this little fiction.