If we the last people on earth

"It's been a long time running, now… Now we have to stop. I'm tired of this man, always on the run been the only 2 people that know. Its time to let go, no one is going to remember what happened, we have the right for our own life, GOD I want my life back! So you either do this with me or I'm sorry you're alone. This has been dragged on for to long, I never wanted to do this I just thought you needed the support, but it doesn't matter how much time you get this isn't going to change, and they're not worth it. Do you see them caring? I just don't care anymore. Just let this be, this isn't supposed to be our responsibility, why do we have to carry this weight on our shoulders, we are to busy looking out for everyone else, whose here to look after us?"

"Sam I'm here to look after you doesn't that mean anything at all? We are all that's left, we got to fight to the end, and Staying together is the best thing."

"Dean I need something more than that, I'm just not sure that's enough anymore."

--Cut to the present--

Dean was pacing up and down the motel room thinking about what had happened. He smashed the lamp that was in the way, well he smashed everything on the desk, he was just so angry.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!"

That same sentence just seemed to reply itself in Dean's mind.

"Dean I need something more than that, I'm just not sure that's enough anymore."

"Dammit SAM!, what are you doing to me?".

Dean fell to the ground and crawled to the end of the bed, sobbing. He couldn't believe this was happening, deep down Dean knew this was his fault he was the one that started the argument, he was always to into the hunting and he didn't care if Sam got hurt emotionally, well he didn't really know if Sam gets hurt emotionally. I guess this was the last straw for Sam.

There was no way that Dean could get through the night like this, he was to weak for standing so he crawled in the kitchen and grabbed the vodka and he tried to drink away the pain.

Meanwhile Sam is at a bar ordering a drink when he spots these two men sitting together, they are laughing and sharing drinks. For some reason Sam is drawn into them and tries not to make it obvious that he is listening to their conversation.

"Thank you I wouldn't be here without you… You spent everyday at my bed even though the doctors said I may not wake up. Thank you for believing in me, thank you for sitting around and most of all thanks for staying"



Sam couldn't help feeling guilty for what he had just done to his brother., but yet he stayed firm trying not to give in. But it changed when he heard the older man talk back.

"That's what brothers are for".

Sam got up in an instant, "oh my god what have I done". Thoughts of his childhood and teenage years came back to him and how Dean was the only one he could trust, how Dean stopped everything just to be there with Sam when he needed something or whenever Sam felt alone. Dean was there in the most difficult times of his life, Dean was home, Dean was his life.