Summary: Dean is grieving and wrapped up in revenge after Bobby's death. He doesn't notice Sam's health deteriorating and well, things don't go well.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything or the Supernatural characters.

This is my first fanfiction ever so please be kind and review!

Chapter One

Dean slammed the shot glass on the table.

"Honey, can I get another one of these?" he slurred to the bartender. She nodded, turning around to pour another shot of whiskey. She walked over to his table, setting down his glass. Her long brown hair fell over her shoulder. "Thanks," Dean said, turning his head back to his poker game. He smirked, knowing he had won the game.

"What the hell?" the man across the table yelled. "You cheated!"

"Hey, hey, hey," Dean said. "I won fair and square! Give me those 100 dollars."

"Like hell you did!" the man's face was turning bright red.

Dean quickly got annoyed. He grabbed the man's shirt roughly and held him close to his face. "Give me the money, Felix!" Dean said darkly.

"Never!" Felix spat. Dean punched him four times in the face and threw him over the table. Quickly, he downed his glass then took the man's wallet and bolted out the door.

Sam was back at the motel doing some research. There wasn't much to do; not since Bobby was shot by Dick Roman and died. Sam knew that Dean was grieving and out for revenge. Bobby was like a second father to them. Dean's been disappearing for long periods of time, leaving Sam all alone in the motel or waiting in the Impala for hours.

God knows where Dean is now, Sam thought, leaning back in his creaking chair. A sharp pain in his chest almost made him fall out of his chair. He has been having this weird thing happen for the past week. Sam didn't think much of it; but it has been happening ever since then and been getting worse. Maybe I should go to the clinic downt-

SLAM! Dean barged into the motel room, stumbling and fell into the chair next to the bed. "Dean!" Sam said. "Where the hell were you, man?"

"Away from you," Dean mumbled.

"Dean, you've got to stop doing this to yourself. I know that you're not exactly at your best moments now, and I'd hate to bring him up, but don't you think that we should start working again? You know, on what happened to Bobby?"

"Get off my back Sam!" Dean shouted. "Leave me alone!"

"Woah woah okay man," Sam said, shocked at how Dean reacted. Quickly, he left the motel room and went outside for some fresh air. As he stood outside the motel, he thought about what he could do. They've been idling for days, even weeks. He tried to get Dean to work on Dick Roman, but all Dean did was swear at him and leave to drown himself in alcohol.

Stab! Another jab in the chest made him grunt in pain. Sam thought about approaching Dean about it, but that didn't really seem like a good option right now. He would drive himself to the clinic downtown, but Dean always took the Impala and he would have to ask Dean to drive him there. Sam put the subject in the back of his mind and went back in.

When Sam opened the door, he spotted Dean on the bed, sleeping. Sam looked around for the Impala keys. Not finding them, he assumed that they were in Dean's pockets. He decided not to risk it by waking Dean up, and he went back outside for a walk.

TBC

I'll try to update by next week! I hope you liked it so far! Sorry that it is really short; future chapters will be longer and more exciting things will happen next!

~Catherine the Superwholockian