A/N: This is my first fan fiction, I hope you like it! Please review!

Chapter 1 - The Fallout

They trudged slowly through the dark and dreary forest, weak and tired. The combination of a dirty, filthy motel room and staying up all night researching crossroad demons was not a good one. Well, Sam had been researching. Dean had spent all night with a girl he had picked up in a bar with Sam having to listen in next door. Ever since Dean had made the deal, he had decided to embrace however much time he had left. So now he was even more carefree than usual, which meant Sam had to do twice the amount of work. Sam had worked late into the night, noting anything he could find about the demon who had given him his life back, trying to ignore the moans coming from the neighbouring room.

Sam glanced across at Dean, who had a huge grin on his face.

"What are you smiling at?"

Dean raised his eyebrows.

"Nothing. Just thinking about the girl I was with last night." His smile grew even wider. "She was so hot. We spent all night…"

"Yeah, well I'm glad you had fun."

Sam sped up, walking ahead of Dean. Confused, Dean jogged to catch up with him.

"What's wrong with you?"

"It's just you don't seem to care while you were up all night with your "hot girl", I was up all night trying to find a way to save your life."

"For God's sake Sam, how many times do I have to tell you!? If I try to get out of this deal, you die! And I can't go through that again. You're gonna have to accept it, you can't save my life. I don't even know why I said I would come and meet this guy. I know he can't help me."

"Could you be any less grateful!? I spent all last night trying to find someone to help, and now I have you couldn't seem to care less!"

They had stopped walking now, and were facing each other. Sam was frowning, Dean knew he was getting very angry. He sighed heavily.

"I'm not being ungrateful. I just don't want you to waste your time when there is nothing we can do."

"There must be! Think about all the people we have saved it the past. It was hard, but we found a way to help them. We can help you too."

Dean was getting angrier by the second. Why wouldn't Sam accept what was going to happen? He had.

"You know what Sam? Just shut up. If you carry on trying to save me like this, the crossroads demon will find out. And she will kill you. I'm going back to the motel. You can waste your time going there if you want."

"I knew this would happen. You're just as stubborn as Dad was-"

Dean turned around and with one swift movement knocked Sam to the ground.

"Don't ever talk about Dad like that again!"

As Sam clenched his bleeding nose, he picked himself off the ground.

"Why the hell not, Dean. He was never around to support us and all he cared about was himself just like you!"

Dean was now furious. "Shut up, Sam".

"Why? Stop telling me to shut up. I'm sick to death of you treating me like your sidekick. Dean, I'm done fighting your battles so if you want to join the demons down 

below, go ahead'.

Sam shoved Dean forcefully as he walked past him.

'Where are you going, Sam?"

"I'm going to live my own life. Have a nice life, Dean. What's left of it".

Sam walked through the woods and disappeared into the darkness. Dean crouched on the ground, burying his head into his hands.