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CHAPTER 2
The next morning, Dean was still upset with Sam. But he was afraid to let his brother know that. He might go out and drink again. He wanted to help him, but he just didn't know how to go about doing it. He knew Sam was scared. Dean wished that he could just tell Sammy that everything was going to be all right. But he knew things wouldn't be all right for a long time. He knew he had to talk to Sam, he just didn't know how to begin.
He heard the sound of running water. It was Sam. Sam made his way into the living room. "Sam, sit down…we have to talk." Sam knew it was coming. "Sam, … I know you know what caused you to do…what you did last night, and you are going to tell me." Dean said. Sam just sat there. He didn't want to say it. But he had to. "Dean, I can't forget about that night at the asylum. I damn near killed you." Sam said with tears in his eyes. "Sam, you gotta forget about that and focus on what's at hand." They both just sat there until Dean broke the silence. "Sam, I didn't wanna tell you this, and right now I don't even want to. But you hurt me that night. If that pistol that I gave you would have been loaded…my ass wouldn't be here"
"Dean, I know. But…" Sam couldn't find the words to say to his brother. Dean was nearly in tears. "Sam, I still don't know if I can forgive you for what you said and did. If I do it will take a while. You hated me so much that night that you would have killed me that first shot if that gun hadn't been loaded with rocksalt." Sam couldn't take it anymore. He fell to his knees, put his head in his hands and started crying uncontrollably. Dean walked away, went to his room, and broke down.
Three hours later:
"Sammy, you wanna go get something to eat for supper? Dean said as he walked into Sam's room. To Dean's surprise, Sam was up and ready to go. "Yeah, sure do, I'm starving." Sam said as he made his way out to the car. They went to their favorite Chinese restaurant sat at a table and enjoyed their food. To make it a little more fun, Dean "accidentally" threw his chopstick at Sam. "Hey, don't make me go kung fu on you." Sam said. "You don't know kung fu." Dean retorted. "Well, maybe not but I know crazy." Sam said. They began to laugh. After their meal they headed out to the car. They walked in the house and got ready for bed. "Goodnight Dean." Sam said as he was closing his door. "Night Sam." Dean replied.
Sam went to sleep but awoke in the middle of the night. He found himself craving alcohol. He remembered he had an extra bottle under his bed. He reached under his bed. To his dismay it wasn't there. Dean. He thought. He laid down and went back to sleep. Dean went to check up on Sam. He was asleep. Dean breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God. Dean thought. Dean went back to bed and for the first time in about a week, he slept very peacefully.
The next day, Dean awoke to hear the Chevy rev up. He sat up and listened. When he didn't hear it again he went to see if Sam was asleep. Shit. Thought Dean a he walked in Sam's room to find he wasn't there. Where the hell is that kid? He wondered to himself. He looked outside and Sam was speeding down the road. Dean had a pretty good idea where he was going. He went to grab the keys to his truck but when he reached for them, they weren't there. Sam had taken them so Dean couldn't go after him.
A few hours passed and Dean was getting worried. Suddenly the phone rang. "Hello?" said Dean. "Yes, are you Dean Winchester?" the woman on the other line asked. "Yes, I'm Dean." He said. "Does a Sam Winchester live in your house?" "Yes, why?" Dean said starting to panic. "Well, he's at the First Memorial Hospital." Said the woman. "What's wrong with my baby brother?" Dean demanded. "He's got some injuries to the head and several broken bones." Dean hung up the phone and ran outside and called a cab.
When he arrived he rushed in the waiting room and asked the receptionist where Sam Winchester was. "Room 214." She said. He ran down the hall until he found room 214. He walked in the door. Poor Sam looked so helpless. Dean almost cried. There was a nurse in the room. "Ma'am, how is he?" Dean asked. "He's stabilized." She said before walking out of his room. "Sammy…Sammy can you hear me?" Sam opened his eyes and looked at Dean. "Dean, I'm so sorry." Sam said. "I need to know what happened Sam." Dean said. "Some guy was really drunk and he was slapping this girl and she wanted him to quit. So I walked over there and tried to get him to quit. He…he let go of her but then he started fighting with me and he slammed my head against a table and hit me over and over until I was unconscious."
"Dean, is that how I am with you…when I get drunk like that?" Sam asked. "No, Sammy, thank God it hasn't gotten that bad…yet. All you do is yell at me when I try to help you. Then I end up yelling back and we get in a big fight." Dean said. "I need to quit don't I?" Sam asked almost in tears. "Yes Sam, you really, really need to. Its hurting you and me….its even hurting mom and Jess." Sam put his head in his hands and cried. "Jess." Sam said still crying.
"When can you come home?" Dean said. "They'll come and tell us when I can." Sam said. Sam went to sleep and Dean sat there watching him sleep. Some one knocked on the door. "You can take him home now." The nurse said. Dean nodded his head and gathered Sam's things to get ready to go. He waited until Sam was awake. Dean looked at his little brother and said, "Hey kid, let's go home."