A/n: Alright so we are finally out of the police station and past and into the now.

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Chapter 10

"Sam! How's it hanging big boy?" Brady chimed in an upbeat tone on the other end of Sam's phone.

"Brady I-I need you."

"Whoa bump the brakes. I'm flattered but-"

"Please, I'm not in the mood."

"What's wrong buddy? Has the ball and chain life gone up in flames already?" Fresh tears stung the young man's already burning eyes and he bit his lower lip to keep himself from sobbing again. "Your silence is very reassuring."

"Please."

Brady sighed. "Alright, but I swear, this better not be the kind of thing that can be solved by a pint of Haagen Dazs and results in a make up blow job," he teased. "Where are you? Apartment? Library? Strip club?"

"Palo Alto police station."

"What?!"

"Please just, hurry."

"Alright big boy, but you've got some splaining to do."

XXX

Brady pulled his car up to where the taxi had been waiting for Dean earlier and honked at his friend. "Don't take this the wrong way Sam, but you're not looking so hot buddy," his friend confessed looking the young man up and down as he climbed into the car. "What's going on?"

"I'll tell you, just, drive."

"Sure yeah, my place or...?"

"I don't care."

"Alright. I think I know where you need to go."

XXX

Brady brought Sam to the same bar the distraught young man had brought his brother to only a couple days ago. The blonde ordered a beer for himself and a Bourbon for his friend as they sat at a table off in the corner. After throwing back his drink, Sam started to fill Brady in with what had happened. When he got to explaining what he saw that night, he decided it would be best to leave out a few things. First and foremost, he didn't share with his friend about the fact he had found his wife on the ceiling. He wasn't sure that even he would believe him. Secondly, he decided against sharing that he had been having nightmares of Jessica's death prior, exactly how it happened.

"Wow! Shit." Brady exclaimed after Sam had waved over the bartender and ordered another glass and a shot. She looked hesitant, but nodded and was off. "Jess was...I mean just...wow." His friend said again as he threw back his beer. "And you mentioned Dean? As in the Captial D douchebag Dean? What in the hell is he doing here?"

Sam scoffed as his Kentucky Bourbon and a shot glass filled with an amber liquid were placed on the table in front of him. "No fuckin clue. He just said he wanted to catch up and get a beer. But he told the cop something else. She wouldn't tell me what, but I know it was something."

"And he rolled into town on the same night Jess died? That can't be a coincidence," the blonde offered.

"You sound like the police."

"Well, do you disagree?"

"He wouldn't do that Brady," Sam insisted throwing back his shot then putting his glass to his lips and tilting his head back.

"Of course you would say that."

"S'cuse me?" The young man squinted at his friend.

"You've got too big a heart Sam. You gotta grow a pair of big brass balls big guy. Softies get screwed over."

"Bite me,"he retorted. A vibration went off in his pocket causing Sam to frown. Figuring it was his brother, he ignored it and took another drink. The phone settled for only a few seconds before it went off again. Sam removed the glass from his lips and began to fish around to retrieve it, cussing as he did so. Finally he pulled it free and answered with a grunt, "what'd you want now Dean?" He demanded.

"Sam?" The young man's eyes which had narrowed in discontent at first shot open as wide as they could.

"Mrs. Moore. Uh..."

"What happened Sam?" She asked in a shaky voice. "What happened to my daughter?"

He swallowed and his grip on his phone tightened.

"There was a fire," he tried to keep himself from breaking.

Jessica's mother sniffed, "I mean what caused it?"

"I-I don't know. I went out for a couple of hours that night and when I got home..." He stopped as he felt a lump grow in his throat.

"Did you kill her?" Here accusations were like multiple little shocks to Sam's core.

"What? I loved Jessica! How could you even think-"

"You can't tell me what caused the fire but you were out only an hour or so before the incident and you were the one who found her and the last to see her alive."

"Mrs. Moore-"

"They may not have been able to recover my baby girl from that wreck, but you listen to me Sam Winchester, I will find out what happened and if I find out you are responsible, may God have pity on your soul, because I certainly won't." The call dropped. He let the phone fall from his hand to his lap as his eyes moved in and out of focus.

"Sam?"

"They think I did it," he replied slowly.

"Remind me not to introduce you to any more of my lady friends," Brady commented taking another sip. Sam's jaw clenched and his eyes darted over to his friend. "What?"

"What the hell is wrong with you Brady?"

"Sam, relax."

"Relax? Jessica is Dead!" It was the first time he had actually said her name and those words together in the same sentence. Sam's stomach lurched and he collapsed to the floor on his hands and knees as he purged his stomach. Over the sound of his heaving, he could hear Brady calling out to him.

"Whoah! Sam, take it easy," his friend said. Sam opened his mouth to respond but instead of words coming out, more stomach bile and alcohol escaped him.

"Sammy?"

The voice was familiar but it wasn't his friend's. And in it he could hear concern. Finally done, Sam wiped his mouth with his sleeve and blinked up at the newcomer. His vision was fuzzy, but eventually he was able to name the man who was looking down at him. He couldn't quite make out his expression, but his tone said it all. "What happened?" He could feel himself being lifted from the floor and replaced in his chair, his phone was collected from the ground and handed back to him.

"D'n?" He asked squinting at him. "Wh-?"

"Dean? As in Dean Winchester?" Now Brady's voice broke through.

"Who's asking?" The elder brother questioned suspiciously.

"Wow, it's a privilege to finally meet you. Well no not a privilege to meet you, more like a privilege to finally be able to tell you to your face what an awful person you are."

"Brady-" Sam started.

"Excuse me? You don't even know me," Dean challenged. A smile spread across Brady's face and a small laugh rolled from him.

"That's where you're wrong. I do know you. Well, maybe not personally but I think Sam painted a pretty good picture." At this Dean turned to look over at his little brother who's eyes were fixed on the blonde.

"Brady, don't," he warned.

"Dean Dean Dean. Dean, mmmm. You are a real piece of work, you know that?" The older man didn't respond, only glared at him. "I mean stealing your brother's thunder all the time...You really think you're some prize to be won? I mean you? Please." Dean stepped a bit closer to Brady. "You like to play the big brother card, but I gotta say, you do a pretty piss poor job at it. I guess that's why I got to be Best Man at Sam's wedding and you weren't even invited."

"Brady!" Both men ignored the third voice.

The elder Winchester's lips twitched slightly.

"Well I'll give Sammy one thing, he's got a great taste in women, but I can't say the same when it comes to choosing friends."

"Best friend actually," Brady corrected with a smirk. "I've been there for Sam more than you ever have." He shrugged nonchalantly, "and that's only been a couple of years. Not that you raise the bar in standards." There was a pause as both men continued to stare down one another. "What are you even doing here Dean? Well, I mean besides making your brother's life a living hell. It's pretty clear he doesn't want you around. Doesn't call, doesn't write, doesn't pick up his phone when you call...are you that naïve? Or just that desperate? Either way you're pathetic." Before Dean could defend himself, Brady snapped his fingers and laughed, "I got it! You're just sick and tired of living your sad lonely life in hick town, so you've decided to try and bring your brother down with you. That will win you the brother of the year award for sure. I hate to break it to you Dean, but you're life's not getting any better. Unlike Sam, he's destined for great things," there was a proud gleam in Brady's eyes, "he's going places."

"The only place my brother is going, is with me," Dean responded in a low voice.

"Oh, so now you're making choices for him," the blonde man whistled, "and I thought the bar couldn't get any lower." Dean turned from Brady to peer down at Sam who was slumped in his seat.

"Come on Sammy," Dean reached for his arm, but Sam pulled away causing his head to spin.

"Whywere you at m'door th'tnight D'n?" Sam slurred eyeing his brother.

"Sam I'm not going to have this talk with you when you're so drunk you won't even remember it."

Sam frowned. "'M not go'ng anywhere w'th you."

Dean bent down so that he was inches from his brother's face, placing his left hand on the back of the chair for support.

"You're coming with me even if I have to drag your ass kicking and screaming out of this damn bar, you hear me? I'm not leaving you here with this dick."

"Good job Dean, way to score those brownie points," Brady retorted.

"Hey! You listen to me asshat, I don't know what you're problem is and I don't care who you think you are, but I'm taking my brother and we're leaving. The next time our paths cross, you better pray that I don't kick your ass," Dean growled.

"Sorry, I'm not really the praying type. I'm more of a worshipper myself."

"I don't care what you are, my threat still stands." Brady snickered.

Dean once again moved to grab a hold of Sam and again he moved away.

"Dn't t'uchme!"

"Sam-"

"HEY!" All three men brought their eyes to fall on the owner of the voice. The bartender marched over from behind the bar to stand in front of it. Her hands were on her hips and her eyes held no humor. "I'm going to have to ask you boys to leave."

"With pleasure," Dean responded finally managing to snatch up his brother and pull him to his feet. The elder sibling grabbed Sam by his sweatshirt and lugged him out of the bar. With difficulty, against Sam's struggle to free himself, Dean unlocked the car, sat the younger man down in the passenger seat, and closed the door.

"That's right Dean, keep pissing off your brother. I'll be sure to thank you some day when it pays off." Brady winked and the elder Winchester glowered at him.

"You might want to take a picture, because this is last time you're going to be seeing Sam. I swear it."

"You shouldn't swear Dean, it isn't very ladylike," Brady countered. The older man shook his head and went around to the driver's side. "Don't make promises you can't keep."

"Oh don't worry Chuckles, I won't."

As Dean ducked down into the Impala Brady called out, "that's not what I've heard!"

The door slammed and the Chevy tore off out of the parking lot.

A/n: Guest: Thank you so much for your review. Poor Jessica and yes, sooner or later the boys need put aside their pride and issues and come together. I'm glad to hear that you think I wrote the emotions well. And I'm very glad you like the concept of different lives but still staying true to them as we know them. :-)

SparksFlyAngel: Yes both boys have their sorrows, and poor Jess. It may take some time for the boys to clear the bad water, but it doesn't mean it won't happen. I'm so glad you're still really enjoying this story, hopefully this chapter was a good one too. Also I'm very happy to hear that they still sound like them, it's one of my goals when I write this. When I write any fanfic. So thank you so so much.

Also, I hope you served the finale. :-)