I promised a little action last chapter so here you go. Hope you enjoy it and thanks again for reading. :)

The next day went by slowly, they moved to another state and continued to look for a job. By the time night came they had driven to another motel room and checked in. "Shall we go out?" Dean said over the tv. "I saw a bar down the street."

"Sure, I'm in." Sam smiled. "You coming Kate?" He knew full well that Dean would be going, with or without them. And with his downwards spiral lately, seemingly getting worse, he decided he'd better tag along to keep him out of trouble.

"Nah, you guys go. I'm not really in the mood." She said, she was honestly just exhausted.

Dean frowned. "You sure?"

"Yeah, you guys have fun." She said with a smile. Dean shrugged and picked up a clean shirt on his way to the bathroom, pulling the door closed behind himself. Kate stood up and moved to sit beside Sam. "Hey Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Keep an eye on him tonight, yeah?"

He could see she was worried about Dean, hell he was worried about him too. "Yeah, I always do." He gave her a reassuring smile as Dean walked out of the bathroom.

"Ready to go Sammy?" He asked his brother lightly.

"Uh-huh."

"Don't wait up." He winked at Kate as he slammed the door with a grin.

"Hey, be careful." She yelled after them.

Sam and Dean walked into the bar to find it mostly full of bikers. Angry looking bikers. "Fun room." Dean muttered as they headed towards the bar.

They hadn't been in the bar for more than a couple of hours before they managed to find themselves in trouble. Sam had been walking back from the bathroom when he'd banged into one of the bigger, more psychotic looking, guys in the room. He was obviously pretty drunk when he'd turned around and pushed Sam. Sam said nothing, not wanting to find himself in another bar fight, and watched as the guy turned to walk away. Dean, who had been watching the whole thing and who'd had quite a few drinks himself, jumped up and stormed over to him. He swung him around to face him and punched him hard in the mouth. "Dean!" Sam yelled at his brother.

"What the hell do you think you're playing at?!" The guy yelled at him, spitting the blood on the floor.

"You don't push him and just walk away, understand me?" Dean warned him.

"C'mon Dean, just leave it." Sam said calmly. He wasn't in the mood for this tonight.

"Yeah Dean." The guy mocked. "Take your boyfriend and go."

"Oh look Sam, we've got a comedian." Dean said flatly.

"Think you're being clever do ya? I'll knock you on your ass."

Dean smirked at him and punched him in the face. The guy punched him back even harder, Dean stumbling backwards into the bar, knocking over several glasses and cutting his hand open. He pushed himself up and grabbed the guy's shirt, punching him again. Sam was too busy watching his brother's half assed attempt at fighting to notice when two guys came up behind him and another two passed him to assist in beating Dean. Sam put up a fight against the two guys hitting him but glancing over at Dean, he noticed he didn't seem to be putting much effort into not having his ass kicked.

He turned in time to see one of them grab Dean, slamming his face into the broken glass on the floor and allowing another guy to kick him repeatedly in the chest. Momentarily distracted by watching Dean, he received a hard smack to the side of the head. He was pushed up towards the wall and held there by two guys to watch the same happen to his brother, being slammed against the wall beside him with a grunt of pain. "Dean, you okay?" He didn't get more than a 'hmpf' as a reply.

Back at the motel, Kate was lying on the bed flicking through the same crappy channels she'd been going through for the past hour. She sighed and turned off the tv, throwing the remote down beside her leg. She picked up her phone and dialed Sam's number.

The guy holding Sam pulled his phone from his pocket and looked at it. "Who's Kate? Girlfriend?" He raised an eyebrow. Sam said nothing, just glared at the wasted guy in front of him as he shrugged and answered the phone. "Hello?"

Kate sat bolt upright when she heard the deep, amused voice that wasn't Sam's. "Who the hell's this?"

"My, my you do sound pretty." He smirked at Sam.

"What's going on?" She asked, doing her best not to freak out.

"Nothing. I was just hanging with your boyfriends.. They said hi by the way."

"Put the goddamn phone down!" She heard Sam yell from somewhere in the background. The guy laughed down the phone and hung up.

Kate jumped from the bed and pulled on her boots, grabbing her jacket and running out of the door towards the bar. She banged through the doors into the silent room and looked at Sam and Dean, being held to the wall by a group of huge guys, both of them looking only half conscious. Dean looked like he'd had it worse as he was slouched over, hanging his head. His face was covered in blood. She looked around the room slowly, trying to think of a way to get them out of here moderately unharmed. Or without having anymore damage inflicted upon them.

She took a deep breath and crossed the bar, aware that everyone in the room was staring at her like she was insane. One of the guys stopped her, grabbing her around the arm in a tight grip. "Where d'ya think you're going missy?" He growled at her.

"Get your damn hands off her you son of a bitch." Dean yelled, attempting to keep his head held high enough to watch what was going on.

"You three know each other?" He took one look at the angry look on her face and smirked. "So tell me, which one's your boyfriend? Or do they share you?"

"Wouldn't mind a piece of it myself." One of the guys holding Sam said, smirking as Sam struggled against his grip. "Oh, I think this one's getting annoyed."

"You're damn right he's getting annoyed." Sam grumbled sarcastically.

The guy laughed and stayed silent for a minute, all looking between one another with smirks on their faces. Kate shook her head, deciding she'd had enough of it and looked around at them. "Well.." She started, breaking the silence. "This has been lovely, really, but you see the three of us really need to be somewhere so-"

"Oh you're not going anywhere sweetheart." He replied to her.

The guy holding Sam looked between them. "Hold on a second, is this Kate?" He grinned.

Kate flashed him a smile. "You know, I'm really not in the mood for this." She turned towards the guy holding her arm and opened the side of her jacket, showing him the gun tucked into the side of her belt. She stood on her tiptoes and put her face next to his ear. "You either let go of me now or I swear to god, I'll blow your freaking head off." She pretty much growled at him, pulling back and looking up at him darkly.

Dean managed a smirk, for such a small chick, she could sure be threatening when she wanted to be. The guy looked down at her and let go of her arm, nodding at his friends who let Sam and Dean drop to the floor. Sam and Kate each threw one of Dean's arms over their shoulders and pulled him to his feet, now hearing sirens in the distance they hurried it up.

They walked quickly towards the door and climbed into the car. Kate put her foot down and drove off down the street just as the police entered the bar. They drove back to the motel in silence and walked into their room. Sam and Dean looked at each other, watching as Kate threw the car keys on the table and put a hand on her head with her back to them. She sighed heavily and turned around. "What the hell was that?" Yep, she was definitely pissed at them this time.

"It wasn't our-" Dean started, holding himself up on the table for support.

"Don't give me that crap Dean. I thought we agreed on no more bar brawls, especially after the outcome of the last one."

"I know, but this time they really were asking for it. The guys were dicks. If it hadn't been us it would've been someone else." He said defensively with a quirk of his eyebrow, hardly noticeable through the blood coming from the gash above it. She looked over at Sam who nodded innocently at her. No matter how irritated she was with them, she still found it hard to stay angry when they were stood beaten up and looking like a pair of guilty teenagers.

She sighed and pointed at Dean. "You, shirt off." Dean did as she told him with a wince of pain, revealing his already bruising torso. "Well congrats Dean, that's gonna be a mess in the morning." She felt his ribs and proceeded to strap them up as Sam filled her in on what had happened at the bar. She shook her head and moved to start wiping the blood from Dean's face. He was now well on his way to passing out sitting up. "Right c'mon, lie down. Get some sleep." She muttered, pulling back the covers on the bed as he dropped down. She walked to the bathroom and got a glass of water, placing it on the table beside him with some painkillers for when he woke up.

"Hey, check his hand." Sam called from the bathroom. "He cut it pretty bad."

Kate picked up his hand and unballed his loose fist to find a nasty gash, pouring out blood. "He's gonna need stitches." She sighed. Sam walked out of the bathroom, having cleaned most of his face up himself, and dropped onto the bed next to them. "Are you okay? Anything feel broken?"

"Nah, he got the worst of it." He said glumly.

She shook her head and began stitching up his hand. "He can be such an idiot sometimes.. How did they even get him into that state? I mean I get there were a few of them but I've seen him take on that many guys before and he's never ended up anywhere near this."

"He'll be fine tomorrow, you'll see." He was avoiding her question, not knowing how to answer her.

Kate glanced up at him. "Sam? What aren't you telling me? What happened?"

"I dunno Kate.. It's like, he didn't even try.. Like he wanted to get his ass kicked."

"He what?"

"He mouthed off at the guy, provoked him into hitting him. But I saw him and-"

Kate raised an eyebrow. "And?"

"Let's just say he didn't put up much of a fight." He looked up at Dean's sleeping form sadly. "What's going on with him Kate?" She stayed silent and began wrapping a bandage over the stitches. Part of her wanted to tell him everything she know, about the nightmares, the drinking, remembering hell. But then she thought back to what he'd said about not wanting Sam to worry about him. It wasn't her place to tell him, she would have to wait for Dean to do that himself. "Kate? Has he said anything to you?" He asked quietly.

She blinked the tears from her eyes and shook her head. "No." She whispered. "Nothing." She gently placed Dean's hand to the bed and moved to sit beside Sam.

He looked at her and pulled her into a tight hug. She leaned in towards him and gripped the back of his shirt, letting her tears flow. Sam was slightly taken aback by his usually strong sister's sudden breakdown. "Hey c'mon, shh, it's okay.. It's all gonna be okay.. Everything's gonna be fine." He said soothingly, running a hand through her hair.

Kate pulled away, wiping the tears from her face and putting her walls back up. She re-applied the usual smile to her face and nodded. "I know that, he's just.. He's reckless sometimes. Freaks me out."

"I know." He said, pulling her into another hug. Truth was he'd been pretty freaked out by his brother's behaviour lately too. Sam knew that Dean had something bothering him, and he was pretty sure that he knew what it was. But Dean refused to talk about it. He didn't know what else he could d to try and help him other than keep an eye on him. Something he hadn't done a very good job of tonight.