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Title: Future Consequences

Chapter Title: Chapter Three

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: none

Older Dean shook his head, standing up. "Actually, you know what? I changed my mind." He looked over at Older Sam. "Sam, I'm sorry for shooting you, I'm sorry for bailing on you, I'm sorry for leaving you in the hospital all alone, and I'm even sorry I didn't go after you when you left. I love you, Sam, but I can't deal with you. We're two completely different people with two completely different lives and two completely different families." He turned to Dean and Sam. "Thanks for trying to fix it, and I'm sure you guys will do better than us. I hope you do. I hope you change my reality. Cling to each other and don't drift apart. Even with a family Sam is the only person who really understands me." He looked at Older Sam for a second before heading out the front door.

"I think that went well," Sam said, nodding slowly. "We got an 'I love you' out of him." He shrugged slightly, looking over at Dean, who thought it over a second, then nodded in agreement.

"He hasn't told me that since... Since the night I left for college," Older Sam said, still staring at the door, when Older Dean had disappeared.

Dean thought for a moment, then turned to Sam. "Sammy?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

Sam smiled slightly, nodding. "I love you too, Dean."

"Okay, well, there's one thing changed," Dean said, nodding. "And I'm not gonna shoot you. There's two."

"You're never going to talk it out with him," Older Sam said, looking over at the two. He stood up and walked over them, sighing. He shook his head slightly. "About the asylum. You keep avoiding it. You don't want to talk about it. You're leaving it at Sam hates you and you're forgetting about it. Well, if you guys don't talk about it, Dean, trying to fix us isn't going to do anything. You guys are still going to end up this way. And that's just the bottom line. Try to say 'I love you' to each other every day. Hell, say it every day. But it's not going to change the fact that you guys are going to drift apart because you never tell each other what you feel or what you're thinking. You guys won't hate each other, but you won't talk, either." He shook his head slightly before leaving the room.

As Older Sam disappeared up the stairs, Sam turned to Dean. "Dean, what are you thinking?"

Dean turned to Sam, raising his eyebrows. "I'm thinking that you and I are really getting on my nerves. You?"

Sam nodded, looking around. "The same thing."

"And if you ask 'what are you feeling,' Sam, I'm gonna beat you," Dean said, pointing a finger at his little brother before walking out of the room.

"Look, I really don't want to talk about this with you two," Older Sam said, sitting in the living room the next morning. Sam and Dean had decided to give it a rest for the day. Cause they knew if they didn't they would end up getting shot.

"Just tell us what makes you two so different," Dean said, crossing his arms.

Older Sam rolled his eyes. "Oh my god, you guys are never going to give up, are you?"

Dean thought for a moment, then shook his head. "No. Now start talking, Sammy boy."

"Dean, I'm well into my forties. 'Sammy' just isn't a name that's used around here anymore," Older Sam said, looking tired and annoyed.

"Just talk," Dean said, crossing his arms.

"Look, you turn into Dad, alright? You're a drunk, you hunt and you barely ever speak to your son. You have a wife, yes, but she doesn't like the hunting or the drinking or anything you do. But she still puts on a little smile and tries to act like everything's okay," Older Sam said, standing up from the couch. He looked between the two. "Now, I know my family isn't perfect. Tommy gets arrested or gets a warning from the cops at least once every two months. If he was eighteen he'd be in jail already. My wife isn't a saint, either. She's barely ever home. Mary likes to spend all my money, Dean already wants to go out on dates -- he's twelve. And Jessica is a copy cat and a mocker, frequently. Me? I'm not perfect. I'm a lawyer, so obviously I lie a bit. I'm a bad father to Tommy and a bad husband to my wife. My family isn't full of 'perfect people,' but I sure as hell have a more functional family than him."

"Sam, don't say you're a bad father and husband," Dean said softly. "I'm sure that's not true. Like you said, you're a lawyer. You're busy a lot. It's understandable. Me one the other hand..."

Older Sam shook his head. "No, it's not your fault. You were influenced by Dad. He even tried to help you raise your son when your wife left for a couple years. I mean, I have nothing against Dad, he's just --"

"Yeah, I got it," Dean said quickly, nodding.

"Sam, I'm home!" a woman yelled from the front door.

"Finally," Older Sam said, standing up. He smiled, looking over at the two. "My wife... She's been out of town for two weeks." He quickly walked to the front door, Dean and Sam following. Older Sam pulled the woman close and kissed her deeply.

"Now there's a hello," the woman said, smiling. She kissed him back, then looked over at Dean and Sam. After staring at them for a moment, she looked back at Older Sam. "Tommy?"

Older Sam nodded. "Yup. Brought from the past."

The woman let go of Older Sam, walking over to the two. She smirked. "Damn, Sam, I forgot how hott you were in you twenties." She slapped Sam's ass before making her way up the staircase.

Sam's eyes went wide as she stared after her. Dean was smirking, and Sam elbowed him.

Older Sam laughed slightly. "Sorry. She's a little...er --"

"Feisty?" Dean asked, raising his eyebrows.

Older Sam nodded. "Yeah. Exactly."

"Sam, you don't have plans for tonight, do you?" she yelled from upstairs. "Because I went shopping!" Older Sam went a bit red. So what if his older brother was younger than him? It was still embarrassing!

"Too much information," Dean said, shaking his head. He stared towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked, crossing his arms.

"To talk some sense into myself," Dean said before leaving the house.

"He named his son after you! Doesn't that mean anything?" Dean asked, following Older Dean through his own apartment.

"Yes! Of course it does!" Older Dean yelled, facing him. "But it's more complicated! Something like that isn't going to fix us!"

"Then what will?" Dean growled as Older Dean sat on his couch.

"Whenever he looks at me he sees Dad. He Dad really wasn't one of his favourite people, you know."

"Then change!" Dean yelled.

"I can't!" Older Dean yelled back. "This is been me for years now! I can't change now!"

"You have to!" Dean yelled.

"Says who?" Older Dean asked, crossing his arms. "Who says I have to change?"

"Yourself," Dean said simply. "You're telling yourself to change. You know you want to. You know you need to. How can you live your life without Sam by your side? Huh? Do you remember what it felt like when he left for college? Do you? How can you live with that feeling for the rest of your life? How?"

Older Dean sighed, shaking his head. "Why do you think I drink these regularly?" He looked at his beer, then shook his head again. "Sam deserves better. He's a lawyer with a wife who's a doctor. He's practically first class over there. Here? We're third. And he's already ashamed of me enough. I'm not going to let him see more into my life. He deserves a better family. He has the good life over there; I'm not going to ruin that for him. Because that life is what I've always wanted him to have." He looked down at the ground

Dean shook his head. "He still misses you. He still needs his older brother."

Older Dean looked up at Dean. "He can live without me."

Haley: No time for chit-chat, so --

Dean: There's always time.

Haley: Well, personally, I'd rather write the story than this part.

Dean: Alright, then go on.

Haley: Thank you.