Between the Devil and the Bourbon Bottle

Chapter 1 - Tell Me All, Or The Toe Gets It.

Dean's POV

"The moronic, damn, good for nothing ass hole!" Sam Winchester mumbled in his sleep, which Dean found a bit weird, even for their family. Fighting demons and ghosts? Check. Shouting at random people in our dreams? Not so much. Anyway, Sam was a heavy sleeper and who could blame him. Dean snuck sleeping pills into his cheese burger dinner before they went to bed. He couldn't fight nature; especially when it has a little helping hand from drugs. Dean knew many people would say that was immoral off him but at the end of the day the little guy needed protection from the horrors of their past.

That's why it struck Dean as wrong when he glanced at his little bitch of a brother writhing in fear and rumpling his sheets all over the damn motel room. Just more of his messes for me to pick up, the elder brother thought dryly to himself before rolling over to face away from his weird brother. His dad had drilled into him the impulse to protect Sammy boy from anything that goes bump in the night. Excluding women, Dean didn't want to stop that. In fact he needed to encourage it. Sammy was still mooning over his murdered girlfriend which was definitely putting a damper on the whole brother bonding road trip style thing that happened in the movies.

Dean didn't listen to everything his father had told him unlike what Sam thought. When living in a hunters life with John Winchester as your father you learn to take somethings he says with a pitch of demon-repellant salt. The total money ball recently was the promise that he would be back in a few days. Where are you Dad? Dean thought to a random space before his eyes, which after focusing in the darkness of the night, Dean saw the face of an alarm clock.

Sammy moaned again. Jeez what does it take to get some sleep around here? A tooth? he thought. Not that Dean had ever lost a tooth before - he'd had several close calls a few times there when fist fighting with damn demons and witches. The witches liked to take teeth for their weird sexual-evil hybrid of rituals.

Great. He definitely wasn't getting any sleep now. Dean decidedly sat up and gingerly placed his feet on the dirty floor of the motel. Something sticky stuck to the ball of his toes and he nearly shrieked. Anything wet, unidentified and unexpected utterly freaked him out. Except ma women, he thought to himself as he tiptoed to the bathroom that was opposite Sammy's bed. Dean made it carefully to the end of his bed, doubling over slightly to look out the window to his right. His baby was out there waiting for him, longing to feel her roundness and power was making Dean pout involuntarily. He paused mid-step, his eyes coming into contact with her - his beautiful '67 Chevy Impala. The Metallicar with all the added extras: the cassette player, the reclining seats, the sleek black finish, her V8 327 4-barrel engine, 275 horse power and her son-of-a-bitch arson and weaponary compartment in the truck.

He was grinning at what a lucky Impala she was, his little CAZ 2Y5 or he secretly called her 'Caz' for short, to have such a good-looking owner when it happened.

Sam started screaming in a pain that was worse than anything Dean had sure never experienced. He stepped quickly over to Sammy, using the broken lines of light which illuminated only certain parts of the room as a guide to not fall over Sammy's... Dean's toe, the one with the sticky stuff on it, somehow got slammed into the corner of Sam's research bag full of heavy, ancient books made with what could have been anything from rocks to metal to knives considering the shooting lightning bolts flying through the toe.

"Fuc-" He began to shout but as soon as he did, he lost balance and fell onto Sammy's bed which jolted the younger brother awake immediately. Dean was the one to writhe in pain now - this was the guy who had survived gun wounds, knife stabs, bites, sacrifices. It was like going to a diner and ordering strawberry pie when there's the mother of all apple pies on a two-for-one offer - just plain stupid.

"Dean? What the hell man?" Sam's quiet and creaky voice came from below his writhing body. Right. The brothers adjusted themselves and Sam went to sit on Dean's previously occupied bed onto to sit on a bra. Impatient, Sam threw the bra from Dean's escapades earlier that might straight at his elder brother's face. No that Dean minded, he kinda liked the girl it belonged to. She was a fine one, he tried to distract himself from the pain which was causing his face to scrunch up like when he tried to think of a girl's name the morning after, she did this thing with her tounge..

"DEAN." Sammy yelled, using his middle finger and thumb to squeeze the bridge of his nose. God, he looked like their father when he did that. If only daddy was there to see his freak show of sons who can't even talk to each other yet alone sleep in the same room without annoying each other. But that didn't matter, the fricking pain in his toe wasn't going away.

"I stumbled my two on your Chewbacca of a rucksack you bitch!" Dean

"Jerk," Sam replied with a sleepy smile before continuing, "I think there's a job for us, man."

"Whatever. I wouldn't care if Dad walked in right now - my damn toe would still be like your sex life!"

"My sex life?" The smirk on his younger brother's face vanished immediately at the insult that he didn't really understand - Dean could see evidence of a bad night's sleep on Sammy's skin already. Dark circles, wrinkles, old lady moustaches... God his vision was searing up now too.

"Yes - I can't feel it so it isn't there."

"Oh ahaha. Can I tell you about my dream or not?" Sam stood up, proving just how not little he was, and walked over to Dean's enemy. That damn book bag. He pulled out Dad's journal and flicked through to the page of Dad's theories. Sam looked worried and handed a calmer Dean the journal.

It read:

Chicago: Demon and Vampire town? - see Rebekah M. She knows something.

"Thanks, Sammy, that really makes me feel better," Dean rolled his eyes and massaged his cooling down toe. It wasn't on fire anymore so he could actually concentrate.

"Don't you see? Dad always wrote locations in coördinates. This is just written. Must be -"

The elder brother interrupted, "- A pretty big ass-slapping case. It says demon and vampire: so like a interbreeding sex maniac making babies?" Sam nodded in a solemn way. "How did you know to find that dude?"

"These premonitions - I don't like them Dean. So you don't have to get so patronising. All I saw was that page in Dad's journal in the hands of a blonde."

Dean perked up and looked more alive. "Was she hot?"

"Her name was probably Rebekah." Same teased his shallow elder brother meanly. Was it so bad that Dean could admire an attractive woman? It's not like he walks around f-ing every girl he sees. He has standards, just like everyone else. It just so happens that a smokin' girl always needs saving from the supernatural. Swoop in, save girl, get girl, move on. Dean smiled, my life is friggin awesome.

"Answer the question Sammy boy or I'll tell everyone about the ruler you keep by your bed for when you-"

"Okay, okay," Sam held up his palms in a surrendering motion, "She was very hot man."

"Tell sugar to not worry," Dean jumped up and ran into the bathroom. his toe forgotten, "Six inches is on his way!" He cried from the bathroom where he turned on the shower. He could hear Sammy packing, looking through his precious books that Dean had learnt long ago where not book porn. Sadly. "Oh, Windy City... here come the Winchesters!" He sang into the shower head.

A/N: What do you think? Sorry I'm so sucky at writing but this story line popped into my head so.. viola! Next up.. Damon and Elena on the road.

-FoulkseyDarkRose