A/N: Hi guys! I'm sure many of you know this chapter has been coming, so here it is. It's the hardest thing Sam ever has to do where Krissy is concerned. There IS Sammy discipline coming – but it's a two-parted arc and I wanted to give you guys something! I don't own anything Supernatural.

Chapter 10:

Krissy had slept the past few days away, off and on. Dean and Sam felt she needed some time to unwind from her intense therapy session. Most of the days had been naps, TV, and a few movies.

She lay on the couch watching the credits from "The Wizard of Oz" rolling. She never got tired of that movie. Her brothers were winding down their day as well. It was hard for Dean to hear what had been done to Krissy, but for Sam it was an emotional upheaval that he set aside to deal with later. He put his own emotions aside, because he felt the best thing was to focus on her. She got up from the couch in her fuzzy pink robe and went to give them hugs.

"Turning in a little early, Tink?" Sam asked as he closed his laptop.

"Yeah, Sammy, there's just something about a huge barfing therapy session with following flashback that just tire a girl out," she said sarcastically.

Dean looked over at her. "You okay, though? I mean, as okay…" he just kind of trailed off. He didn't know what to say to her.

"Yeah, I am. Ya know, you're just a master at the art of language - has anyone ever told you that blondie? "she snickered at Dean.

"Well, if you're really okay then I think I'm taking my little bro out for a few tall ones, okay with you Sammy?"

Sam looked over at Tink, looking for any of her telltale signs of upset.

"Tell ya what, Pix. Go wash your face and stuff and I'll come see ya. If I feel like it's okay, I'll go out with Dean for a few, cool?"

"Cool," she answered. "Anyhow, Cass is usually around for a shout out right?"

"Right," he said. Dean was already lacing his boots. Sam shot him a "Don't be an asshole" look. Dean shrugged. He was an asshole, so what was Sammy's problem?

Fifteen minutes later Gus was already falling asleep. Sam ran his hands through her hair one last time before checking the monitors and heading toward the door. He quietly snuck back to check for a fake-out and saw her even breathing. He went for the door and kept it slightly ajar.

The boys headed out for a few and money was made, semi- passion was traded, and before they knew it the bar was closing.

"Shit Dean, I didn't realize we've been gone so long." He checked his phone - nothing. No fly- bys by Cas either. "Let's get outta here," he mumbled to his brother. He didn't like leaving her alone this long.

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The bunker was quiet, just as he expected it to be. It was nice to get out with Dean and relax for a few hours. Gus had really been bringing it in therapy and her behavior. The information she brought to them brought them one step closer to the monster they all wanted their time alone with. The timeline in the library was almost complete. She was slowly getting herself there.

Dean closed the door to his room and Sam did a quick check on Gus. Not in bed. He peeked into the bathroom - that was empty. He swept the room with his brown hunter eyes that adjusted so quickly to the dark and saw nothing. Just as he was about to call Dean, he heard movement in the far corner of the room. He squinted around the bed frame and heard Pixie. She had her tablet open and was singing in a whisper "If birds fly over the rainbow, why then oh why can't I?" She was wrapped in her comforter, so he turned toward her to snatch her up and put her back in bed. She looked up at him and smiled a big smile.

"Heyy Samson – have fun out in the real world?" she asked. Except the words came out "reahhhl werrrld". He could see her eyes were glassy and red even in the dark. Oh come on, he thought. He did not want to deal with this right now. Or ever, even. He pushed his anger down to a flaccid level. He did not want a screaming teenage girl scene right now, but he was furious, and there was no excuse she could give him that he would find acceptable.

He tilted his head to the side and reached down for her. As he lifted her he was hit with simultaneous smells, sounds, and thoughts. She reeked of tequila. And pee. He heard an empty bottle roll across the floor as he began to lift her up. His thoughts were already moving through his head on how he would deal with her.

He tightened his hold. Already knowing the obvious answer, he asked her, "Guster, have you been drinking? "

"Nooooo, Sammy! Drinking is ab-so-lutely a definite no-no on my brother Sam's list of things I better not EVER be doing. Or caught doing. I mean, doing. Right, yah, doing." She looked him in the face and said "Nope, no drinking allowed by me. Not this girl. That would be a badddd thing." She emphasized her protest with a light slap/pat on his cheek. He didn't give her his half-grin like she thought he would.

Instead, he gave her the slightest of shakes, still in his arms. His face was a blank canvas, and then he frowned down at her. In a quiet, curt voice he said to her, "Do not lie to me little sister."

"I'm not – I'm not lying, Sam! Fuck! Can't a girl just chill in her room and watch her favorite movie? Over and over? All night? You're so – ugggh -such – oooh - you Winchester! Always judging – I've just been sitting here…"

"Drinking a whole bottle of Tequlia. I know what you have been doing, Krissy, because ya haven't made it too difficult to figure out. You're fucking five feet tall, are you KIDDING me? You're drunk and you pissed yourself. You're lucky you don't have alcohol poisoning," he said, chastising her.

He set her on her bed, and for the first time in a long time didn't feel any pity or sadness for her, only anger that she deliberately disobeyed a rule he particularly set in place for her for a particular reason. Sam was methodical – there was always a reason why he said or did a particular thing. There were her possible med interactions. The very real chance that she would use it as a crutch and delay her progress. Most importantly, Sam knew that Lee Chambers had been a good man, but he also had been a serious alcoholic. It was hard to keep those kinds of secrets in their business, and he made it HIS business to know everything he could about both of Gus' parents, so he could be a better brother to her. He would not allow his little sister drive herself down that road.

"Pixie, you're lying straight to my face. That's a problem. You smell like MEXICO, Krissy! Lie down and I'll handle you in the morning. Do not move your ass from that bed, and you wait for me to come for you in the morning." He tilted his head slightly once more and sent her a look that gave her a sobering thought. Something just outside of her alcohol-addled memory.

He got up from her side and began to stride across the floor.

"Saaaaaam….. You're scaring me 'cuz you never call me Krissy. Don't scare me" she whimpered … "and think I peed myself," she added drunkenly.

"You DID pee yourself, Trixie, I already told you that. You're drunk and we will talk about this in the morning. Now, GO TO SLEEP. I don't want to hear a peep out of you." He said all of this without raising his voice above speaking-level, which was way scarier than being yelled at by Sam. Sam blew off steam if he yelled, then calmed down quickly. Soft-talking-angry-Sam was a whole different level.

She noticed he didn't even tuck her in.

"But you always hug me Sammy. Always, and tuck me in."

He turned around and gave her a quick hug and sloppy tuck. "Go to sleep Gus I am not kidding you," he said firmly in her ear.

"But I smell like peeeee" she wailed.

"Deal with it," he said as he began to close the door. Almost shut, he reopened it and said one word. "Three." The door closed firmly behind him.

"Ohhhh, fuck." She remembered.

A/N: Sorry guys, I know this is short, but I really wanted to post something. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know what's coming next. But, it's important – it will serve Krissy well in her years to come. So get ready!