Title: Problems and Solutions

Rating: PG or PG-13 for language.

Pairing: None, gen.

Words: About 400.

Characters: Sam, mentions of Dean.

Notes/Warnings: AU, futurefic, Hurt!Dean. Takes place between Volunteering Work and Everyday Life. No Beta

Reviews: Don't make me beg…just write something!

Summary: Sam has about a hundred bucks in cash.

Sam has about a hundred bucks in cash. That means he is about 94,000 bucks short of Dean's hospital bill. That also means that when Dean will be out of the hospital next week, they'll have no place to stay. Credit cards frauds only work if you're not around when they're revealed, and the Winchesters brothers' days on the road are over.

They'll go to Bobby's from the hospital, but later…even if Bobby will tolerate their presence for more than a week, his place wasn't suitable for a blind person, not with those books scattered all over, and a whole junk yard one has to go through in order to reach the outside world. Ellen was kind enough to suggest they'll come and stay with her, even offered Sam a job at the roadhouse, but he has a feeling that Dean will hate being around hunters at his state, and it is very likely that many of them share Gordon's…intolerance toward psychics.

It all went back to their father, really. The one who never worried about permanent disabilities or serious injuries, even though those were likely in their line of work. Maybe he thought he'd just put a convenient bullet in his head in such a case.
Sam rested his head on the motel pillow, sighed, and tried not to feel too bitter.

Bill Harvelle had the roadhouse, Bobby has the junkyard, Pastor Jim had his church. John Winchester was the only one without a home base. Just an endless string of motels, and the occasional apartment at the cheap part of town. Sam's jaw clenched. They were going to have a place of their own this time, even if he'd have to rob Fort Knox.

Sam checked his watch. It was eight-thirty, which meant Lori was about to finish her two hours with Dean. Last time she was reading from Connie Willis' Impossible Things; Sam found that oddly appropriate. He decided to pay the bathroom a visit before leaving.

The bathroom's door opened on its own.

Sam stared at it for a whole fifteen seconds, frozen. It was impossible. The telekinesis thing never worked for him, other than that one time. He looked at the door, and thought about closing it.

It closed.

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Author's note: Impossible Things is a real collection of stories, and it's recommended, much like anything by Connie Willis.