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Sam was sitting at Dean's bedside in the little bedroom he and Dean shared at Missouris place. He couldn't really remember how he'd gotton there because his mind was stuck in the slow lane, not processing much of anything except the fact that Dean was hurt, but he'd put his money on the nice old woman back at the bar as the one responsible for getting him here safely. Sam knew it had been at least a few good hours since the incident but Dean hadn't woken up yet and he was feeling useless. Simply sitting there wishing he could do something to help his brother and knowing he couldn't. Dean'll wake up on his own Said Missouri to him earlier, he's a strong boy. Stronger than anyone I know, Sam had replied and anything afterwords was all a little blurry.

"Sammy?"

The word was mumbled and Sam was sure he was hearing things, but when he turned his head from looking at Dean's hand in his own, to Dean's face he saw his brothers eyes flutter open. A feeling of relief flooded his body and a small smile formed on his lips "I'm here" He whispered, squeezing Dean's hand as proof of his statement.

Dean seemed to relax at that, knowing Sam was here and with him and safe. "How long have I been out?" Dean asked, voice rough and dry

"Few hours at least" Sam said, taking a glass of water Missouri had givin him and brought it to Dean's lips "Drink this"

Dean did as he was told, taking a few small sips of the water "Thank you" Dean all but whispered, squeezing Sam's hand in acknowledgment, a stupid lovestruck grin across his face.

"Your welcome" Sam sighed and pulled his hand away from Deans, standing up and heading for the door "I'm gonna go tell Missouri your awake"

Dean's lips turned downward in pout, and that was not a face Dean made often "What I don't even get a 'Thank God You Alive' kiss?"

Sam scrubbed his hand over his face, feeling the toll the last few hours had taken on his body and he let out a harsh sigh, stepping back up to his brother and pecking a kiss to his cheek before turning and leaving once again, much to Dean's disapproval.

Dean squinted his eyes after his brother "What the hell?" Dean spoke aloud to a now empty room.

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Sam made his way into the living area and plopped down at one end "Dean's awake" he announced to Missouri and Jo who were also sitting there.

Two pairs of eyes fell on him and both woman cocked their brow, Missouris speaking up first "And you aren't in there with him?" She snapped

Sam looked over at her, a deadly look in his eyes "He doesn't need a fucking babysitter"

"You better watch your tongue boy!" Missouri shouted, her eyes wide "Now what is your problem?" she demanded loudly

Sam shrunk down on the couch, his arms crossed over his chest, looking very much like a pissed off five year old at the moment "I don't have a problem" he mumbled

"Save the B.S. for someone who'll fall for it" Missouri said in return before looking over at Jo "Would you go on in there and make sure he's alright, hon?"

"Yes Ma'am" Jo answered, a little too much perk in her voice.

A flash of jealousy ran through Sam's eyes but refused to let it saden him, instead he went for the next emotion - being pissed off "Yeah Jo, I'm sure he'd love you watching over him like a fucking lap dog. It'd fit the eyes you were making at him this morning" he snarled

"Samual Winchester!" Missouri shouted "Go on Jo" pointing towards the door, Missouri's eyes never left Sam's - her own pair burning with almost the same heat as Sam's, although for different reasons. After Jo was safely out of the room Missouri spoke, her voice low and mean "If you aren't going to go on in there and sit with him, someone else needs to be - and Jo's the only other one here besides me and it seems I have bigger problems to deal with."

"Whatever, I'm going out" Sam said, picking himself up from the couch and walking out the door, slamming it roughly behind him. Leaving Missouri still in a highly pissed off and confused state.

"I don't know about you Winchesters" she mumbled before making her way into the kitchen.

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Sam's already been to the bar and downed a hell of a lot of Whiskey to drown out anything partaining to Dean. Problem being, it wasn't working and he'd just been thrown out of said bar for starting a bar fight - for the second time in twenty-four hours. So to say he was pissed off would be an understatment. He was fucking furious, and worst of all, he didn't exactly know why he was reacting the way he was. Sam knew he should be glad, thrilled even that Dean wasn't dead right now, covering his lover in kisses and telling him how happy he is that he's okay - instead he had been the biggest prick in the world and blown him off, got wasted, and cursed out Missouri.

But damnit he was angry. Sam couldn't stop thinking what if Dean had died? it would have been all his fault - for allowing this thing to go on between them. He knew it was wrong, knew he shouldn't have feelings like that for his brother, but when he was around Dean the world didn't matter, nothing mattered except that they were there, and they loved eachother. Sam shouldn't have let that cloud his judgement, he knew that much, but another part of him just wanted to know why. Why the world had to fuck up everything good he had. Jess was gone, his mother was gone, his entire chance at 'normal' was gone. His dad was MIA and Dean - Dean was the only thing he had left, the only thing he wanted -- why couldn't he have it? Have him.

Sam scoffed and kicked the dirt he was walking through as he opened the door to Missouri's house, closing it loudly and stumbling drunkingly into his and Dean's room. Maybe in hopes to clean up the mess he'd made, but the sight before him returned all of that anger in under ten seconds flat. Dean was up and out of bed, laughing and playfully leaning against Jo who was also laughing. "The fuck is going on?" Sam slurred

Dean's head jerked around, his features going immediatly serious "Hey Sammy" he said cautiously, glancing at Jo from the corner of his eye.

"Hey" Jo said Mildly

Sam did his best to walk towards Dean without stumbling, failing misserably at the task but did get there soon enough, grasping him by the collar of his shirt, nose to nose with the injured man "Asked you a question"

"Were just playing around" Dean said angrily, shoving Sam from him "Now you need to back the hell off"

If Sam hadn't been drunk off his ass he woulnd't have stumbled back as far, but he made up for the distance in two large steps back towards Dean, "No she needs to back off" he said dangerously before ducking his head and licking up Dean's neck to his ear "She knows your mine doesn't she?" Sam's voice was low and husky, the lust evident in his eyes as he nipped at Dean's jaw "Knows you were gonna fuck me into the matress before she walked in" with a growl Sam moved his lips up, attacking Dean's mouth and moaning into it "She knows right? ... Tell her Dean - tell her you belong to me"

Dean groaned, his eyes rolling back slightly as his mouth faught to keep up with Sam's, all of his words going straight to his cock "Yours Sammy - always yours - only yours" Dean yanked his head away, he could smell the alcohal on Sam's breath and it only made him want more, but he wouldn't do anything tonight - not with Sam so fucking drunk he woulnd't remember in the morning. Dean brought his hands up to lock onto Sam's bicepts, keeping him near as he attempted to lay a soft kiss on his brothers lips but failed when Sam turned it rough. "Stop it Sam - fucking tired of you trying to rip my mouth of with yours" Dean warned before repeating it, satisfied when Sam allowed it to stay calm and loving "She knows okay? Knows I'm only yours - knows I only want you" Dean whispered against Sam's lips.

Jo gulped, and her voice was shakey as she spoke "I'm just gonna - go now" and with that she left in a hurry, the door closing behind her.

Sam went almost completely limp in Dean's arms "I'm sorry" the tears that threatened earlier when Jo had first walked into this room, were now trailing down his face. "S-sorry I'm such a asshole. Sorry I'm always making a mess of everything"

"Shh that's not true baby. C'mon lets get you into bed, your gonna feel terrible in the morning" Dean walked slowly, practically carrying Sam to the bed and lying him down on it, not long before he crawled up the length of Sam's body and laying down himself, pressing a soft kiss to the other mans chest "Just get some sleep for me"