The usually disclaimers apply! Sadly I am not even close to owning anything Supernatural, except the DVD set!

This is my first Supernatural story, please be gentle with me. It is probably at least a little AU. Please let me know what you think!

This is set PreSeries! After a fight with his father Sam gets himself into trouble. Can the two older Winchesters save him?

Bad Choices

Bang! The door closed with a loud crash as 18-year-old Sam Winchester stormed out of the house. It opened again almost instantly as his father appeared in the doorway.

"Sam come back, please!" John Winchesters voice had a pleading quality to it.

Any other time the teen might have heeded the request of the older man but this time he was way too angry and confused to even acknowledge it. All he could think about was getting away.

Running through the streets, he didn't really care where he was going. Lucky for him, traffic was light, almost nonexistent at this time of night, it was almost 8 PM, otherwise he might have not gotten very far. As it was, he ran without incidence for about 10 minutes before he finally felt the need to stop.

For a moment, he stood bend over with his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. When he looked around, he was surprised to find himself in front of 'Tom's Sports Bar'. Contrary to the name, the only thing at 'Tom's' that came close to making it a sports bar was the small 19" TV on a shelf in one of the corners. The bar was located in one of the worst areas of town and nobody really cared about the drinking age in there. That was why his older brother had dragged him in there last week to celebrate Sam's graduation from High School. He knew Dean came here quite frequently and maybe he got lucky and his brother would be in there. It would feel good to have someone to talk to right now.

Not quite sure what to do Sam hesitated for a moment, then, his mind made up, he straightened himself up, felt his back pocket for his wallet with the fake id and entered the place with all the confidence he could muster.

As his eyes adjusted to the semi darkness of the room, his eyes scanned around for his sibling. Not finding him, he strolled towards the open door on the left. Dean had shown him the pool table in there and now he was hoped he would find his brother there, trying to hustle some money from some clueless patrons. Peering into the room, he found it empty.

"Darn!"

Sam couldn't't hide his disappointment; he really had hoped to find his brother here. Well, now that he was already here, it was as good as any other place to get his thoughts in order. He sat down on the bar stool and ordered a beer. The woman behind the bar gave him a questioning look, her eyes telling him she knew he was too young to be in this place but she didn't say anything. Instead, she handed him the desired beverage and took the money he had laid on the counter. Then she turned away, tending to the other customers waiting for her attention.

Left alone with his drink, Sam took a swallow from the bottle, feeling the bitter brew running down his throat. He still hadn't quite gotten used to the taste. Sure, his father and brother let him have a bottle from time to time and last week he even had several, but the occasions were infrequent and after the third bottle last week, he had decided he didn't like the effect it had on him. Sam liked to be in control and the alcohol left him lightheaded and slightly unstable. Even Dean's comments of being too serious hadn't been able to convince him to drink another drop.

Against his overall mood, a smile appeared on his face as he thought about his older sibling. Dean had practically raised him, their father being gone for long periods to hunt for the demon that had killed there mother or track down some other supernatural evil. He was the reason, why Sam had been trying to convince his father to give his blessing to his plans instead of just running off.

Tears stung in his eyes as he thought about his senior year. Sure, if Sam thought about it honestly, at least 50 of the conflicts he had with his dad were his own fault but this one was different, after all it was about his future. Why couldn't the oldest Winchester see this?

Sam had really tried to be patient, carefully bringing up the subject of going to college in casual conversations throughout the first half of the school year. His father had just ignored it by changing to a different topic, while his brother, although not voicing an opinion, had given him understanding looks. Not until after the New Year had started had Sam mentioned wanting to go to Stanford to study prelaw. This had been met with open resistance from his father and lead to several intense arguments until the youngest Winchester had decided to just wait until after graduation to bring it up again.

This occasion had been tonight, when he had waived his acceptance letter and full academic scholarship under his father's nose. Expecting some resistance but also at least some pride in his son's accomplishment, Sam had been shattered by the clear and cold 'No' that was thrown in his face instead. Remembering the rage and anger he had felt and the harsh words he had thrown in the eldest face as a result, his heart cramped. He would never forget the look on his father's face, when he had told him that he never cared about him and had nothing but his stupid demon on his mind. It had taken only a second, before he felt his father's hand slapping his cheek. This was when he had turned and stormed out of the house.

Now tears were running down his face freely, he regretted deeply what he had said; fully knowing that he had been wrong. However, why couldn't his father understand? All he wanted was to be normal. He despised the life his family lived, moving from town to town, hardly ever staying anywhere longer than a few months, mostly living out of the trunk of the '67 Impala and dad's pickup truck. It had been surprising to him that they had spent the last year in one place, actually renting a small house in one of the poorest parts of town.

The noise of a glass hitting wood interrupted his thoughts and brought him back to reality.

"Here you go, sweetie!" the raspy voice of the barmaid said, as she put another beer in front of him.

Confusion hit Sam as he saw the three empty bottles in front of him. Who had put those there? It couldn't have been him, he would have remembered ordering, drinking them. Someone had to be playing a joke on him, but then the pressure on his bladder seemed to tell him otherwise. Getting up to find the rest room, he swayed. Wow, this was not good, holding on, he stood still for moment before he slowly made his way to his destination. Feeling unsteady and slightly dizzy, he decided it was time to get out of this place as soon as he had relieved himself.

Upon his return several minutes later, he felt slightly better, a warm feeling coursed through his veins and the dizziness had decreased. Sitting back down, he decided to drink the beer that was still standing on the counter, after all he had already paid for it.

When Dean Winchester came home this evening he was surprised to find his dad sitting in the living room with his face buried in his hands. As he heard his older son entering the house, he lifted his eyes and for a moment. Dean thought he saw a glimmer of hope that very quickly turned into disappointment.

Trying to make light of a situation that he yet had to understand, he said, "Sorry to disappoint you, it's just me, the hooker I tried to get for you decided to split with my last 50 bucks!"

"I hit him, Dean, I can't believe I hit him!" the older Winchester stammered.

The younger man was astonished by the despair in the olders voice. This was not like his father.

"Hit who?"

"Sam, I slapped him in the face!"

Slowly the other man related the events from earlier that evening, leaving Dean searching for words. He had known of his brothers desire to go to Stanford and watched the tension between his father and sibling build in the last few month and he had tried to stay out of it. Too often was he the one standing in between the two, trying to negotiate between his no nonsense father, expecting his orders to be followed and Sam, who fought for the freedom to be different. Usually he took the younger's side but not this time, this time he had decided to just stay out of it. He didn't want Sammy to leave. Now he felt guilty, maybe he could have prevented the scene his father had described, if he just would have interfered.

"Dad, where is Sam now!"

"I have no idea", the older man shook his head, "he ran off after it happened, I couldn't stop him. I thought he needed some time to cool down, so I didn't go after him, this was about 1 hour ago."

"I'm sure he will be back soon, you know how he is, probably won't talk to you for a few days though!' Dean tried to ease the tension, not sure, who he needed to convince more, his dad or himself.

His face taking on a more serious look he added, "Maybe we should tell him the truth?"

"No!" John Winchesters voice had a determination in it that could not be ignored. "You know your brother better than I do and he would not deal well with it! What would you say to him? Oh, by the way Sam, you can't go to college, because the demon that killed your mother was actually after you! He could come back any time and that's why we need you to stay close so we can keep an eye on you!"

Dean let his head hang he had already known the answer. His brother always seemed to take responsibility for anything that went wrong. The truth about there mother's death would eat him up, even though he had been only an infant and not at fault for the actions of the evil entity that destroyed the life of their family.

Unsure how to solve this problem at this time, he did the next best thing, he took out his phone and punched the keys for Sam's cell. Within seconds, he heard the ring tone coming from the kitchen.

"Damn, he forgot his phone! " Dean cursed,

He picked up the keys to the Impala and left. Turning around in the doorway, he said, "I'm going to look for him, see if I can talk some sense into him."

TBC

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