This is yet another story I started way back and finally decided to finish. I hope you like it.

To Lose a Brother

Chapter one

Present time

Dean slammed his empty shot glass down on the counter and motioned for another one.

"I think you had enough buddy." The bartender said as he took away the eight empty glasses sitting in front of Dean.

"I'll tell you when I had enough." Dean said glaring at the man.

"Look buddy, I don't want any trouble."

"Well you won't get any as long as I see another drink in front of me."

The bartender shook his head then looked over at two of his bouncers.

"I want him out of here." He said as he walked away.

Both bouncers walked over and stood on either side of Dean.

"Come on buddy you had enough." One of them said as he put his hand on Dean's shoulder.

"I suggest you take your hand off of me if you want to be able to use it tomorrow."

"Let's go buddy." The other bouncer said as each one grabbed one of Dean's arms and pulled him off the bar stool. They immediately regretted it. Dean twisted out of their grasp and delivered a hard punch to one of the bouncer's stomach. He then spun around and punched the other in his face; both went down to their knees. Dean reached in his pocket and tossed some bills on the counter then walked out of the bar. He walked over to his car and climbed in. He knew he had had too much to drink and shouldn't drive so he sat in the car staring out of the window. Finally he turned his head and looked down at the empty passenger's seat. He swallowed hard and blinked back tears as he put his hand on the seat.

Sam had been gone for over two months now and Dean still had no idea if he was dead or alive.

Two months earlier - late at night

Dean followed Sam's rental car onto the bridge as they drove toward the city to return it. They had used the rental car on a hunt and wanted to get it back before they had to pay for an extra day's rental. Dean reached in his jacket and took out his ringing phone.

"What's up?" He asked Sam.

"How 'bout we stop at the next diner and pick up some coffee? I can barely keep my eyes open."

"If you can find one that's open pull over." Dean was tired too. He sat with his arm on the open window frame letting the cold night air keep him awake.

"Okay, I'll just….What the hell's he doing?"

"What's wrong?" The worry in Sam's voice made Dean sit upright.

"Some guy's coming head on right at me!" Sam said as he flashed his lights and beeped his horn. "Damn it the son of a bitch won't back off!"

"Get on the shoulder of the road Sam….let him go by!" Dean figured it was just another drunk on the road, but he knew how dangerous they could be.

Sam pulled the car to the shoulder of the road but the car followed him over and continued toward him.

"What the hell's he doing? He's coming right at me!" Sam said as he swerved back and forth on the road trying to shake the guy off. But the car followed his every move he made; it was obvious the driver was playing a game of chicken as he closed in on him.

"Put it in reverse Sam and get the hell out of there!" Dean shouted as he threw his own car in reverse. "Sam get out of there!" Dean shouted again when he saw Sam still heading forward.

"I can't ….the brakes don't work!" Sam yelled as he slammed his foot down on the useless brake.

Dean shifted back into drive and sped back toward his brother. Maybe he could pass Sam and position his car between his brother and the other driver. But he never made it; he watched in horror as Sam's car went out of control and sailed off the bridge and into the water.

"Sam!" Dean screamed as he jammed on his brakes. The car that had caused the accident sped past him and he could swear the man's eyes were glowing red.

TBC