Okay, so im in a generous mood today and to thank people for all the great reviews they're giving me to spur me on, i thought i'd give you another chapter XD

Enjoy xx

Reviews are more welcome than...a cool breeze on a hot day lol (that was lame)

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"WOOOOOOOO!" Jemima shrieked. She jumped into the room and span around "That was amazing!"

"Good job!" Tray smiled, high fiving the others.

"It's over?" Sam looked puzzled, where had the time gone, it felt like he'd just got here "Time? What is it.?"

"Er..." Seth looked at his watched, then laughed "Too blurry"

"Ergh" Tray sighed, and looked at Seths watch "Half past midnight"

"Shit!" Sam quickly got up, but the room spun and he fell back down and laughed again "I have to...to go home!" He tried to stand up again more slowly this time. "Ergh think ...gonna be sick!" He ran over to the door and swung it open, right before he hurled.

"Jesus Sam, how much did you drink?" Tray went over to him and rubbed his back as he wretched violently.

"Er... can't 'member" Sam stood up and whipped his mouth.

"Looks like I'm driving then" Tray sighed as he turned around. "Come on you stoners! Back of the Van! Now!" They all stumbled into the back, drinking more and laughing. Tray dropped Seth and Billy and Jemima off at home leaving only Sam and Layla in the back.

"Sam, where do you live?"

"I er..." He giggle "Can't 'memba... Oh I know!" He dramatically pointed to the roof, making Layla fall back onto her back with laughter. "By a thing with swings..."

"Ha.. that rhymes!" Layla squealed

"Oh yeah, I'm a poet and...how that go again?"

"Sam, do you live near Rosemary park?"

"Thats it! The thing with swings!" He and Layla were still laughing when Tray pulled the van up to the drive.

"Right, out you get Sam..." Tray looked into the rear view mirror to see Sam and Layla struggling to open the door.

"It says Push!" Layla said loudly

"I am pulling!"

"Exactly idiot, it says push!"

"Oh yeah" They laughed more, and when Sam finally figured out how to push, they both fell out onto the grass.

"Jesus Christ" Tray sighed and watched the two crazy kids stumble up the drive way.

The front door opened and Dean was standing there looking worried, then angry. The sound of screaming and laughter had drawn his attention away from calling every one he knew to see if they'd seen Sam. And sure enough, when he'd opened the front door there was his little brother. Sam was being supported by the girl he recognized as Layla. The both of them looked a right state, they were stumbling everywhere and fell into giggle fits at everything. There eyes were glassy and the girls make up was smudged.

"Dean!!" Sam shouted, throwing his hands in the air "Dean, this is Layla!" He announced as Layla burst out laughing.

"Stupid Sammy, we've met! Here he's all yours" She pushed Sam into Dean, who was there to catch him as he seemed to have no control over his balance.

"Night Layla!!" Sam slurred, she waved back to and tripped over then chuckled as she climbed back in to van and Tray drove off.

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Dean helped support Sam in the lounge where he dumped him on to the sofa and stood in front of him, his arms crossed and face serious.

"Where the hell have you been?!" Dean fumed.

"The thing with swings" Sam began to laugh, lying down on to the couch "I'm a poet"

"No, you're drunk. What's that smell? Sam have you been smoking weed? Sam?! Have you been doing drugs! If you have, so God help me, I'll kick your sorry ass back onto that driveway my self and-"

"No..haven't" Sam slurred, his eyelids dropping "promise..."

"Sam-" Dean started but his brother had already fallen asleep, Dean sighed and crouched down next to him"What the hells going on with you Sammy?" Dean said quietly as he gently lifted his lanky brother.

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"Get up!" Sams eyes flickered open at the sound of Dean. He blinked for a second and looked around, he was in his bed...he couldn't remember getting into bed last night... he couldn't actually remember a lot about last night.

"Oh god!" Sam ran to the bathroom and emptied his stomach contents, only then to realize he had an excruciating headache. "Ergh" He lent his head against the rim of the toilet seat and spotted Dean with a blank expression on his face, standing in the doorway.

"What happened last night?" Sam asked hoarsely

"You see" Dean said quietly, he could tell Dean was furious with him "I was hoping you could tell me, but I guess you were too stinking drunk last night to remember"

"Oh god.. I was, wasn't I?...Sorry"

"What the hell's going on with you Sam?" He brothers lip trembled and he looked to the floor and took a deep breath. "I was worried sick about you last night, and you were out partying?"

"What's the big deal? You always go to Parties..."

"But your not me Sam!" he said a bit louder.

"I know, but Dean-" Sam coughed as he vomited more "Ergh... okay thats the last time I get drunk"

"Or high?"

"High?"

"Sam, you stink of weed. What did you do last night?"

"I just had some alcohol thats it" He thought back to him and Layla inhaling their joints then kissing "Some people we're smoking it...thats all"

"Were you're friends smoking it?"

"What? No. No, they were just drinking to" Dean just looked at him, then turned around and took another deep breath, pulling his hand down his face.

"Look, Dean I'm sorry. It was just a one-off, I swear"

"Well, you'd better hope it was just a one-off, because so help me, if you ever come home drunk again I'll kill you"

"Geez Dean, calm down, you sound like Dad" Sam looked up to see Dean wearing the same facial expression "Dad didn't see me last night, did he?"

"No. Luckily for you he managed to get into the morgue to inspect a dead victim and then ended up staying at Bobby's to go over things. But, you better be careful Sam, 'cos if you ever, and I mean ever, pull a crazy stunt like that again, Dad will be the first to know. Now, do you understand? Do I make myself clear?!"

"Yeah" Sam said quietly getting up "I'm gonna have a shower" Dean nodded then slowly went to leave. "Dean, I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I promise" But his brother didn't reply, he only walked out. Sam sighed as he got undressed. He'd really screwed up this time, how the hell was he going to make things right with Dean?

All weekend Dean said nothing to him. He only followed Johns orders and floated past Sam. Whenever his little brother tried to talk to him, Dean would always walk off or not reply. By Sunday evening Sam wasn't even bothering anymore, he couldn't wait until Monday, he was dying for a smoke. The last time he'd had one was Friday, but most of all he wanted to see Layla. And with that pleasant thought in his head, he fell into a deep slumber. But, if Sam knew what was going to happen the next day, he would have just stayed in bed.