Just like I promised, I'm updating some of my older fics today! I couldn't Sunday like I was planning to-you all know why :(

Sam stared at the motel room that he had just finished paying for. Riding the Greyhound was hell for him, the bus driver had to pratically do everything for him. Doubts crept into his mind about leaving Dean, but he was sure it was better than putting his brother in danger because of his inability to help anymore. He stared at the bottle of beer he had gotten at the nearby gas mart. He stared at it. He wasn't much of a drinker, but now seemed like the time for it. He was paralizzed and he had left his brother. He did it to protect Dean, so Dean wouldn't get hurt by trying to protect him, but it still hurt like hell.

Quickly Sam took a swig at the beer, feeling slightly guilty for abandoning Dean like this. But it was for the best....wasn't it?

"He WHAT?!" Bobby shouted when Dean told him what was going on. Bobby shook his head. "The damn kid's an idjit," he muttered. "I can't believe he'd be dumb enough to do that."

"And I can't believe I was dumb enough not to see it happening," Dean muttered. "After all I know how his mind works. He left because he's trying to protect me. He's feeling more like a burden than help."

Bobby rubbed his forehead.

"Got any idea where he went?"

Dean shook his head.

"No."

"This is just great!" Roared Bobby and Dean took out his cell.

"I'll try calling him again," he mumbled.

Sam stared at the phone.

Stop calling me Dean! I'm doing this for you, don't you get it?!

He silently screamed at the phone. He turned it off and pushed his wheelchair outside and headed towards the nearest bar.

It was dark when he pushed himself out. He felt guilty for the panic that he was causing Dean but he forced that thought out. He tensed as he heard voices.

"Well, well what do we have here?" He found himself surrounded by a group of drunks. He froze and licked his lips nervously. He had no way of defending himself. He was completly helpless.

"Got any money?" One of them sneered. He shook his head.

"No...I don't...please..."

"Now how come I don't believe me?" One of them asked. "I mean you came from the bar, you gotta have something right?"

"There's a toll for crossing this sidewalk," added the other. "If you don't have money you're gonna have to pay with something else. Like those shoes. "

"And that wheelchair," another laughed.

"Please...I'm sorry I don't have any money..."Sam started to beg but it was too late. Quickly they jumped him and dumped him onto the ground, helpless and paralized as the carried the wheelchair away while laughing and whooping.

His last thought as he passed out, other than that it was getting colder, was that Dean would find him before it was too late...

Should I still continue even though it's short?