AN: So, here's my next story! Hope everyone enjoys it!

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Sam shuts the back door of Bobby's house a little harder than he should. Bobby looks up from his desk in the library, looking towards the kitchen, waiting. Only a few moments pass by until Sam walks in, grumbling under his breath, a scowl on his face.

"You two get in a fight again?" Bobby asks casually, looking back down at the book in front of him.

"I try to make sure he's okay and he acts as if I'm smothering him," Sam grumbles out, looking over at Bobby. Bobby sighs and sits back in his chair, looking over at Sam.

"Your brother's just hurting, Sam," Bobby says calmly, his book forgotten.

"And I'm not? Last I checked dad had two sons. He left us both," Sam counters angrily, the picture of his dad's body lying on the hospital floor flashing through hsi mind.

"I didn't mean that Sam," Bobby replies, looking straight at Sam and making it a point to keep himself calm. Sam shakes his head and turn around, heading out of the kitchen. Bobby furrows his eyebrow at this and calls after Sam. "Where are ya going?"

"Anywhere but here," Sam shouts back before Bobby hears the front door slam. Bobby sighs in exasperation, rubbing a hand down his face. These boys were going to kill him one of these days.

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There is a loud clang and then a curse echoing in the backyard. Dean slides out from under the Impala, rubbing his head and throwing the wrench to the ground. It was the third time since Sam left that he'd hurt himself. He knew Sam was worried but their dad's death was most definitely not something he wanted to talk about.

Dean sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. Getting up, he puts all of the tools in the box and then walks into the house. He walks into the kitchen and grabs a beer out of the fridge and pops the top off before throwing it on the counter. He turns around and leans up against the counter and takes a swig of his beer. He looks around and sees Bobby watching him from his desk in the library.

"Where's Sam?" Dean asks having not seen his brother yet.

"Don't know. He didn't give me the details when he walked out the front door," Bobby answers as he watches Dean closely. Dean shrugs his shoulder and takes another sip of his beer which causes Bobby to narrow his eyes at the older Winchester brother. "You know…"

"I'm gonna go take a shower," Dean announces which effectively cuts Bobby off. With his beer in hand, Dean ascends the stairs. Bobby sighs and runs a hand down his face.

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Sam pays the bartender as he sets another beer down in front of Sam. Sam takes a swig of his beer and looks around the bar. The patrons had changed slightly since he first arrived. It was later at night and there were more younger to middle aged people; the older guys leaving a couple hours earlier. This wasn't really Sam's thing; to come to a bar and drown his sorrows in beer and liquor but he really needed to get away from Dean for a while and forget everything that happened.

Sam takes another swig of his beer and continues to look around the bar. Across the way, a group of men around his age were playing pool, a pile of money on the side of the table. Sam watches them for a few minutes, thinking they really needed to make some money and help Bobby out. Bobby always said not to worry about it but Sam always felt bad for not helping out financially a little.

Making a decision, Sam grabs his beer and walks over to the group of men. They all cheer when the two playing end the game and the brawnier one chuckles and takes the money. They brawny guy holds the money up and talks loudly to the men before him.

"Who wants to go next? I'll put $200 in the pot," he says with a cocky grin. Sam steps forward to the front of the group.

"I will," Sam says as he looks directly at the man and gives him a lopsided grin. The brawny man looks over at him and takes in the grin and the beer in Sam's hand. The man raises an eyebrow and his own grin grows slightly.

"Okay," he says as he shares a look with his friends. "What do you say we raise the bet a little? Say…$300?"

"Sure," Sam says, pulling out $300 from his wallet, leaving it completely empty, and setting it on the side of the pool table. He can hear the men behind him chuckling and he doesn't miss the smug look on the brawny man's face as he pulls another $100 out of his wallet. The man combines it with the $200 and sets it on the top of Sam's money.

"Alright Eddie, let's go!" one of the men behind Sam shouts.

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Dean sighs and looks over at the clock, seeing it's 12:30. He had assumed Sam went for a walk but if that's the case he should've definitely been back by now. Bobby looks over at Dean sitting on the couch in front of the TV, his book forgotten yet again. He had progressively been getting worried about the lack of contact with Sam. It seems as though Dean has finally 'woken up' and feeling the same way.

"He should've been back by now," Bobby says in order to feel out Dean and Bobby watches him closely.

"He probly just went to a bar or something," Dean says casually in return. Bobby, however, doesn't miss the strain in Dean's voice or the glance at the clock. 'Smoke on the Water' begins playing and Dean grabs his phone and Bobby notices it's a little quicker than normal.

"Speaking of the devil," Dean says as he looks at the Caller ID on his phone, the tension in his shoulders relaxing slightly. Dean presses the 'send' button and puts the phone to his ear.

"If your ass was stupid enough to walk all the way to the bar and get drunk, your ass can walk all the way back," Dean says but Bobby can tell there's no truth behind the words. Dean furrows his eyebrows at the lack of response from his brother. "Sam?"

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