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THE SECOND TIME AROUND

Sam sat at the bar nursing a beer at this point he was ready to get smashed and let the world fend for itself for a day, he was losing his compassion, hell he had lost everything but Dean so far, the women he loved his…..'Let's not go there' he sighed.

He had argued with Dean and had beaten his stubborn ass brother out the door for once.

Why didn't Dean ever get tired of hunting it was all he wanted to do and Sam was tired of it because no matter how many evil things they killed twenty more replaced each and every one.

Sam noticed the pretty brunette eyeing him at the end of the bar and he smiled at her. She smiled back and Sam thought what the hell his brother always found solace in one night stands well at least he used too not anymore since oh he didn't even want to think about her. Why couldn't he just this once? He sent a drink her way and she accepted it slowly Sam made his way towards her.

"Nothing else comes to mind but do you come here often." Sam grinned.

"A little better than what's you sign." The woman laughed.

"I almost went with that." Sam mocked shock.

"I might have worked for you." The woman cooed.

Sam smiled about to lay it on thick.

"What the hell are you doing hitting on my wife?" A loud deep voice came from behind Sam.

Sam almost laughed out loud thinking. 'Of course she's married of course she is.'

Dean could walk into a room with five thousand women all of them married but one and he would find the single lady in seconds. Dean could be a lot of things but he never helped women cheat on husbands.

Sam stood up to his full height and turned around to face the husband but not before glaring at the woman for flirting with him, she only smiled sheepishly. Sam guessed that she was one of those women that liked to stir her man up just to see if he still cared and Sam had been attracted to it like a moth to a flame.

The husband was no small man himself and he wasn't alone Sam sighed the last thing he wanted was to fight five guys not that he couldn't handle them with his training but they wouldn't fight fair and he'd have to hurt a couple of them and he'd end having to run from the police probably have to leave town the second he got back to the motel and then have to deal with a pissed off Dean. Again.

"She sure doesn't act married." Sam growled showing no fear what's so ever.

The men exchanged looks. They didn't expect this type of stand but they outnumbered the tall guy.

"So what are saying about her?" the man stepped forward.

"Do I really have to say it out loud?" Sam snickered.

The five men attacked him then but Sam had two of them out cold in seconds apparently the husband was used to bar fights as he punched Sam two swift punches to the face and one to the gut but Sam smiled sending him flying into a table breaking it with one solid upper cut.

Someone shouted. "Look out!" And Sam spun around and ducked a chair barely missing his face and then someone was shoved against his back. Sam spun again ready to swing but found himself facing Dean.

Sam was immediately filled with anger, almost thirty and his big brother still wanted to fight his battles for him. "What the hell Dean!"

"Are you ok Sammy?" Dean huffed reaching for him.

Sam shoved his brother away anger and alcohol infused.

Dean stared at him and Sam saw the flicker of hurt feelings pass through his brother's eyes quickly replaced by his own Winchester rage.

Sam watched the men run out of the bar wondering why just the mere presence of his brother would send them scampering. Now Sam was really pissed.

"Really Dean, when in the hell are you going to stop treating me like I'm eight? I'm a grown man fully capable of fighting for myself. I don't need you…." Sam didn't get to finish the sentence once they heard the sirens without a word they both ran for the door and kept running.

Sam didn't stop for blocks hiding in the shadows expecting Dean to be close but there was no Dean when he looked around. He figured Dean must have veered off in another direction mostly because he was pissed.

It was at that very minute that Sam realized that he left his phone on the bar where he had been sitting before the incident. He groaned, just how the hell was he supposed to get it back? Spotting a pay phone he figured what could he lose in calling the bar to see if they had found it, he had only defended himself.

Using directory assistance Sam was transferred to the number.

"The Tavern this is Justin how can I help you?"

"Justin I may have left my phone on the bar." Sam started.

"Oh hey man yeah I got to it before the police got here man I covered for you the best that I could since it wasn't your fault, so how is he?"

"How's who?" Sam asked confused.

"The other guy that saved your ass when Nick was about to stab you in the back the guy you called Dean, man he took like three thrusts for you dude!"

Sam's blood ran cold, Dean had been stabbed protecting him and he had acted like a total dick. "Justin I need my phone." Sam managed.

"Tell me where you are and I'll be there ASAP." Justin offered.

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Dean opened his eyes and groaned loudly it took him a minute to figure out where he was but he could still put it together. He had somehow made it back to the morel after a detour and started packing his things. He didn't bother with Sam's since his brother didn't need him anymore.

The pain in his back had him hugging porcelain and he stuffed towels behind himself sitting against the wall trying to stop the bleeding. The pain had gotten so bad that he had passed out.

He needed to leave before Sam got back; he saved Sam's life and Sam had pushed him away. Dean blinked back tears grumbling to himself about acting like a girl, yet he couldn't help it because right now the pain in his heart compared to the pain in his back, when had things gotten so screwed between them. They could act all they wanted but they had never really recovered from that time months ago. It was calling to them.

Dean pulled himself off the floor and everything spun, he found himself on his hands and knees panting so he crawled to the nearest bed and pulled himself up to sit back and catch his breath.

"Suck it up Dean." He lectured himself, he took some pills and then once again headed for the door holding onto the wall dragging his steps across the floor he didn't even realize the trail of blood that he was leaving behind.

He stopped at the door looking at Sam's duffel, a tear slid down his cheek as he closed the door. Sam didn't need him anymore, Dean didn't know how long he would be able to drive but he was going to get as far as he could.

He knew exactly where he wanted to die.

TBC

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Anyone care to guess where that is?

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