\HEY GUYS! I really hope this chapter is good! It's like 3 AM aha and I'm just rocking out to All Time Low.. Yuh knar.
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"Dean…" Sam runs to his brother and hugs him tightly. He's so relieved to see him, he's always worried about Dean.
"Hey Sammy…" Dean repeats, hugging Sam back tightly.
"What are you doing here, Dean?" Sam asks, backing away out of the embrace.
"I.. I need to talk to you." Dean looks at the group of people that Sam was with, "Alone."
Sam nods and pulls dean by the arm out of the bar. "What? Is this about Dad? Has he found out what happened to mom?"
"Yes this is about Dad, and probably about what happened to mom. I haven't seen him nor heard from him in a few days. He went on a hunting trip. He hasn't been home in a few days. I called Jo, she nor her mother has seen him." Dean looks at his brother, sighing.
"Well.. That's odd. He can take care of himself though. He always has.." Sam says, furrowing his brow.
"Yeah well, I needed to talk to someone… Family…And I really don't know what to do, Sammy." Dean says, with another heavier sigh.
"Dean, what's really going on? I know this isn't just about Dad. I know that you have something else on your mind too, so, spill it." Sam looks at his brother, concern crossing his face.
"Well.. I never want to admit it, but I am having er…relationship issues. You, you have a nice, steady girl. What do I have? A fling every other week or so. I can't do this anymore, Sam. I want a steady relationship, a normal life. You've started a nice, normal life for yourself. Hell, you're going to college. Getting a good education. You have a promising future, Sammy, and all I can say for myself is that I'm a damn good fighter and I'm good in bed. This isn't the life that I want for myself, Sammy…" Dean looks up at his brother, hoping that Sam will understand.
"Dean, you didn't chose this life. You were thrust into it. Both of us were. But you had Dad.. And you two always seemed so happy when you were hunting with each other, I just didn't think that I belonged with y'all. So, I ran off to school. Don't compare yourself to me, Dean, I am a coward. I didn't want this life, so I left it in the dust. I left you in the dust. For what, a degree and a picture perfect suburban life? I'm starting to think that it wasn't worth it. I know that what I have with Jessica is special, but girlfriends come and go Dean, what you do, it's always going to be there.
"And, I missed out on my family. I left as soon as I could, so, naturally you and Dad bonded more. So I missed out on the relationship that you have with our father…" Sam looks at Dean, as it seems almost in tears.
"Sammy…" Dean is at a loss for words. He'd never thought of Sam feeling this way, or how he may be jealous of the life that he'd had even though he fought so hard to rid himself of it.
"No, Dean, you don't have to say anything. I understand what you're saying. I just don't think that you should count your losses so quickly. You have a relationship with Dad, and I would give anything to have that relationship with him. He's coming back, Dean. We'll see him again, okay? I know that we will."
Dean only nods, hugs his brother and then walks back to the bar with a curt "I need a drink."
Sam follows his brother into the bar, only to see a most disturbing sight. His girlfriend was laying on the ground unconscious.
