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Title: Future Consequences

Chapter Title: Chapter Two

Set After: Asylum (Like most of my Supernatural stories xD)

Summary: Of course Sam and Dean were having problems. Really, Sam shot Dean. They weren't exactly going to be buddy-buddy after that, now were they? But something happened that made them realize that they couldn't live their lives apart... And it shocked them into reality.

Warnings: Mentions of near-death; Mentions of shooting

"It's bigger than that!" Older Sam yelled as Sam and Dean followed him through the house. "Fine, I didn't tell you everything. It was more than a fight, alright?" He walked into the kitchen and sighed, facing the two. "Let me get Tommy and you two can go back to your own time. You can do whatever the hell you want to there, but leave this time line alone."

Dean stepped closer to the older form of his little brother. He looked into his eyes, that stubborn look on his face. He wasn't leaving until he got some answers. And Sam knew that; both of them. "What happened, Sam?"

Older Sam looked at Dean for a second, then sighed. "You shot me."

Dean backed up a bit, surprised. "What?"

"We were arguing, then the next thing I know I have a bullet in my stomache," Sam said, turning from the two. He shook his head. "Thing is, you were in your right mind, it was a silver bullet and I almost died." He faced the two again. "I was in the hospital for three fucking weeks, Dean. And what did you do? As soon as you filled out the paperwork you took off! So when I got out I went to the motel. You were there. We exchanged a few words then I left. And that was the end of it until my wife kept bugging me about your phone number when we first got married." He shook his head and left the room. The other two staid put.

Dean looked around for a second, not really looking at anything. He was taking a moment to process this information, and sat down slowly. He shook his head. "But I wouldn't do that... No matter how angry I was... I wouldn't almost kill Sam then dump him off in a hospital. Damn, I wouldn't even shoot him... Not in the stomache... It just... It..."

Sam walked over to his brother slowly, shaking his head. "Dean, don't feel guilty. You haven't done it yet. There's time to change it."

Dean looked up at Sam, looking as if he had forgotten his brother was in the same room as him. He looked as if he wanted to just grab his brother and hug him. But did he? Of course... not. He shook his head. "Sammy..."

"Dean, stop," Sam said, pulling him off the seat. "You haven't shot me yet. Hopefully that 'yet' will never come, yeah?"

Dean smiled slightly; a smile that came then disappeared as quickly. "Yeah." He looked at the kitchen entrance for a second, then back at Sam. "He's not telling us something."

Sam nodded. "Yeah. You figured that out too?"

"I have an idea... But it's evil," Dean said, smirking slightly.

"An idea about what?" Sam asked suspiciously, crossing his arms.

"About how to get us into the same room together for more than five seconds," Dean said, his smirk still in place.

Jessica opened the door, then smiled her confused eleven-year-old smile. "Uncle Dean, why are you here?"

Older Dean looked around, then quickly walked past Jessica, into the living room. He looked around, looking pissed off as he noticed Older Sam sitting on the couch, and Sam and Dean standing up and hanging around the room. Older Sam looked up at Older Dean, who looking confused, but still extremely pissed.

"I got a call that you got attacked and that you were dying," Older Dean said, narrowing his eyes in confusion at his little brother.

Older Sam scoffed. "Yeah, like you care, Dean."

"You know what? You're right. I don't," Older Dean said, staring towards the hallway. But Sam blocked his path, grinning at him. Older Dean's hand turned into a fist, and he glared at Sam. "If you don't move --"

"If you hurt him I'll hurt you," Dean said, walking over to the two. "I don't care if you are me. Don't you dare touch him."

"Sit," Sam said, pointing to Older Sam's other couch.

"God damnit," Older Dean groaned in annoyance and anger, walking over to the couch and sitting down.

"Now, what exactly happened during the whole big fight?" Sam asked, crossing his arms. He looked back and forth between the two.

"Dean shot me. Nearly killed me," Older Sam said, his arms crossed. He was looking away from all three of them, out the window.

"Well, if you hadn't been talking about Mom and Dad the way you were maybe I wouldn't have," Older Dean said simply, shrugging. He was also avoiding looking at the other three.

"God damnit, Dean! I only started talking about them because you got me pissed off and fucking guilty! Talking about how all the supernatural shit in our lives was my fault! And then you were talking about Jessica!" Older Sam yelled, looking over at his brother. "That's what pissed me off. I knew it was all my fault. I didn't care that you finally admitted it out loud. But when you talked about Jessica that crossed the line."

" 'Oh, poor Jessica! She died above my bed! Oh, poor Jessica! I had a dream about her death and I still couldn't stop it!' " Older Dean mocked, waving his hands in the air. "Get over yourself."

Older Sam quickly stood up, and Dean had to hold him back. "Woah, Sammy, cool it." He looked over at Older Dean. "That was uncalled for."

Older Dean stood up, shaking his head. "This is stupid. I'm out of here."

Sam shook his head. "No, you're not."

Older Dean crossed his arms, smirking slightly. He looked Sam up and down, shaking his head. "And you of all people are going to stop me?"

"I remember what it was like living two years of my life without an older brother," Sam said, walking towards him slowly. "College was great, Jess was great, my friends and being normal were great. Hell, I'll even admit that the few parties I went to were great, too. But it all still sucked because I couldn't talk to you. Because you and Dad rejected me the moment I set foot out those doors. God damnit, Dean, I always wondered if you were even still alive! I was scared!

"But you know what? I'm not going to live the rest of my life without a brother because we got angry. Because we didn't talk everything out." Sam sighed and shook his head. "So I want to know what happened so me and my Dean can avoid it. Is that too much to ask? Because if it is fine; I'll let you leave. But the no brother thing works both ways. Just remember that."

Older Dean looked at Sam for a moment. He sighed, shaking his head. Without a word he walked back over to the couch and sat down. Older Sam then looked around at the three before sitting down also.

"Thank you," Sam said, looking back and forth between the two.

Dean looked at Sam for a moment before sighing slightly and looking between the older versions of the brothers. "Alright, let's work the puppy out. Everybody game? Wait. We know my Sam is, and we know I am... Are you two game?"

Older Sam and Older Dean looked at each other for a moment. "Fine," they said in unison.

Dean nodded, grinning. He looked over at Sam, then back at the two. "Good."

Haley: That sure woke me up. Well, okay, not really. But it was nice to write.

Dean: What?

Haley: Sam's little 'persuasive speech.'

Sam: Oh, good job on that.

Haley: Beams with pride. Thanks!

Dean: Rolls eyes.