This story is actually more than one and it all depends which path you want to follow. You determine the Winchesters fate and it could lead to either victory or defeat. Which path will you take them down? Path 1 or Path 2? The choice is yours. Or why not be rebellious and take both?

Set around season 5.

I own nothing...sadly.

YOUR PATH STARTS HERE.

PROLOGUE

Sam sighed loudly as he fell onto the hotel bed. Every part of his body ache, his brain was on overdrive and he felt like he hadn't slept properly in weeks. Probably a sound assessment.

Dean cast a quick, expert glance over his little brother and chuckled.

"My God, Sammy. Do you need a couple of days off? Am I expecting a call tomorrow to say that you're pulling a sickie?"

Sam ignored his big brothers mocking and propped himself up onto his elbows. "It's just caught up with me dude, that's all."

Dean rolled his eyes.

"Wimp"

"You're not tired?"

"Tired? You kidding me? The night's just begun, Sammy boy!"

Sam groaned, knowing what was coming next.

"Drink?" Dean asked innocently.

Sam threw a pillow at him and turned back onto his stomach.

"Sleep is all I want right now, Dean."

"Like, I said, wimp."

"Dick."

Dean shrugged indifferently and threw the pillow back at his brother's head.

"More whisky for me."

"Knock yourself out."

Dean glanced at Sam again. His brother's voice indicated that he was already well on his way to slumber town. Dean would never admit it to Sam but he had been worried about his little brother for a couple of days now. Sam's dedication and eagerness couldn't be faulted but he had moved a little slower and Dean had been on extra alert for the both of them. A break was most definitely needed, disaster or no.

"A break from things that go bump in the night tomorrow I think, Sam. Booze, dancing and loose women sound good to you?"

Sam let out an incoherent reply and Dean grinned.

"Night Sammy."

"Nigh' Dea'."

Dean looked fondly at his brother and turned to the whisky bottle. Straight it was tonight.

Dean had just allowed himself to fall into relaxed mode. A feature that he didn't allow himself to fall into often. He raised the bottle to his lips, eager for the numbness that it gave him. His escape from the horrors that he still tried to bury deep inside himself.

Then his cell rang.

Unknown number.

Dean closed his eyes.

No. Just leave it.

The cell persisted to ring.

Leave it.

The cell rang determinedly.

Shit.

He banged the bottle down, hard enough for Sam to stir in his sleep.

"Yeah?" Dean kept his voice low, trying not to wake his brother.

"Dean Winchester?" A young-sounding female voice answered him.

"Who's asking?

"A friend."

"Don't have many of those."

"A friend of a friend."

Dean closed his eyes.

"Listen. I'm tired. I'm not in the mood for mind games. Just tell me what you want or I'm hanging up the phone. I have a hot date tonight" he added, glancing at the whisky bottle.

"I know Castiel"

Dean sat up a bit straighter in his chair.

"Cas?

"Yeah...he told me where to contact you."

"Right. Why did he do that?"

"He said you could help me."

"With what?"

"Not now."

Dean ran a hand over his face, glanced wistfully at the whisky bottle and tried to control his voice

Thanks Cas. Thanks a lot.

"So when?"

"When we're face to face."

"And you are?"

"Not now."

Dean didn't even try to hide his groan of frustration.

"Why should I meet you 'face to face'?"

"Because I have some information that might concern you."

"Yeah? Concerning what?"

"Your brother."

Dean's blood ran cold.

"Don't bullshit me."

"I'm not, um, bull shitting you."

"You're very brave to mention Sammy to me. " Dean's voice was hard.

"Your brother is in danger."

Dean irrationally glanced over at Sam to reassure himself that he was still in the bed.

"Where and when?"

"The Reef bar. Ten minutes. It's five minutes from your hotel."

Dean paused. "How do you know where we're..."

The phone clicked off.

Dean stared at it as if it would give him some more clues.

Danger. Sam.

He decided in the split second it took him to stand up that Sam was not coming. As reluctant as he was after the news he had received to leave his brother, he knew Sam was in no state to even talk to a client let alone help them.

He shook himself once, grabbed his coat from behind the chair and flung it over his shoulders.

He began scribbling Sam a note in case he woke up.

Sam,

Gone out for a drink, won't be long.

Dean.

"Yeah, Dean, whatever."

Dean turned round to see a blurry eyed Sam staring back at him.

"I heard you on the phone."

"So?"

"So, you're not going alone. I'm coming."

"The hell you are. You look like you're auditioning for Dawn of the Dead."

"You're not going alone, Dean."

FOLLOW PATH 1 IF YOU THINK SAM SHOULD STAY AT THE HOTEL

FOLLOW PATH 2 IF YOU THINK SAM SHOULD GO WITH DEAN.

Both paths will be posted when I have the time :) Any comments or suggestions are very welcome, thank you! xx