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Title: Future Consequences

Chapter Title: Chapter Four

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: violence; shootings

"Look who I talked into coming," Dean said, walking through the door.

Sam stuck his head out the kitchen doorway and smiled, seeing Dean and Older Dean walking towards him. "Hey."

Dean pushed Sam back into the kitchen and walked in, Older Dean walking in after him. Older Sam then glared at his brother. "What is he doing here?"

"We obviously can't go until you guys figure things out, or Tommy would have sent us back by now," Dean said, crossing his arms. "So help us out here."

"Talk," Sam said, leaning against the counter.

"About?" Older Sam asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Why don't you guys try to work things out?" Sam asked, rolling his eyes. "You guys wouldn't be here if you didn't want to try."

Older Sam looked at his brother, looking like he would've preferred to be anywhere else at that point in time.

"Hey," Older Dean said after a few moments, looking down at the ground.

"Hi," Older Sam said, looking away from his brother.

A few minutes Dean looked over at Sam, and the two left the room, leaving the older ones by themselves.

"You know, you shouldn't have said those things about Mom and Dad. Especially Mom," Older Dean said, looking at his brother.

Older Sam narrowed his eyes at Older Dean. "I wouldn't have if you didn't say those things about Jessica I wouldn't have."

"Well, I wouldn't have mentioned Jessica if you hadn't called me pathetic," Older Dean growled, glaring at his little brother.

"You are pathetic, Dean. Even more so now than you were back then," Older Sam said, smirking slightly. "It's the sad truth. Get used to it."

Older Dean's hand clenched into a fist. "No one's more pathetic than you. And your fucking family."

"Don't you dare talk about my family," Older Sam growled, pointing a finger at his brother.

"Stick that thing in my face again and I'll break it," Older Dean said, pushing his brother's finger away. "You know what? Maybe coming here was a bad idea."

"You know what? I think you're right. Leave." Older Sam crossed his arms and leaned against the counter.

"Fine, I will," Older Dean said, turning around.

"Fine."

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

Older Sam growled as his brother walked out of the kitchen. He grabbed a cup and threw it across the room. It slammed into the wall and shattered, the broken glass falling to the floor. Older Sam punched the counter, then sighed, leaning down and putting his head in his arms.

"What are we going to do?" Sam asked, sighing.

Sam and Dean were walking around in a nearby park, trying to think of how to get their older selves to talk. After they had heard the crash of something glass against the wall in the kitchen they immediately ran in, and had actually found Sam's future self crying. Dean had said that was the final straw and that they had to get them to work things out soon or all hell was going to break loose.

"I don't know, Sammy, I don't know..." Dean said, sighing.

"Well, they never even talked before we came. Which means they never got in fights... so maybe --"

"No," Dean said, looking at Sam quickly. "I'm not going to let us turn out like that. I'm not going to let myself turn out like that, Sam. You're right, we never talked. But you know what happened while you were in college? I got myself in to so much shit. It's evident that I need your geeky self around or I'll spin off into nothing."

Sam sighed, looking down at the ground. "And it's evident that I need your smart ass self around or I'll become uptight and not spend any time with my family..." He nodded, looking up at Dean. "Yeah... whether we want to admit it or not we need each other... or we just won't be us... we won't even each other out... You won't give me the ability to be tight with my family and have fun every now and then and I won't give you the ability to be serious sometimes..."

Dean nodded. "Exactly," he said softly. He shook his head and the two became silent, just walking.

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you ever wonder what life would be like if you hadn't come and gotten me to search for Dad? If I was there when that thing killed Jessica?" Sam asked, looking over at his brother.

Dean nodded, still looking straight ahead. "I think about it every day. I mean... what if you had been there when it killed Jessica, and it killed you, too? I wouldn't had even known... So I would have gone to your school to check on you and wouldn't have found you... so I'd ask around people would have told me you died... I don't think I could've handled finding out like that."

Sam nodded. "Yeah... And if you died out on some job I wouldn't have known, either..."

"But, Sam, you're used to not knowing," Dean said, shrugging. "I'm used to checking up on you at school and making sure you're alright."

Sam nodded. "Yeah, I know."

Dean looked over at Sam, looking confused. "How?"

Sam shrugged. "I don't know... Just... when we were kids I had this constant feeling inside me, because you were always there. But when I went away to school I didn't have it anymore... but sometimes it came back, and I knew... I just knew you were there looking after me..."

Dean smiled slightly, nodding. "Always there, no matter what..."

"Brothers," Sam said, nodding.

"Friends," Dean corrected.

Sam smiled slightly. "Friends."

"God, this trip as turned me into a girl," Dean said, laughing slightly. Sam smiled and laughed, too.

The next few moments seemed like a blur to the oldest Winchester brother. People started screaming and shouting, and others started yelling for people to get down. The next second a car drove by the park and started shooting. Then timed slowed down... A bullet came whizzing toward Dean at lightning speed. Unfortunately, Sam noticed this before Dean did and pushed his brother out of the way, getting shot in the side himself. Time stopped for a second as this registered in Dean's brain, and panic started spreading throughout his being. Sam fell to the ground.

"Sam?" Dean asked quickly, kneeling next to his brother. Sam was wincing in pain, trying to keep himself from breathing fast so the blood didn't circulate any faster than it needed to. "Sam, hold on. Hold on." He dug in his pockets and cursed when he didn't find his phone. His eyes were wide and panicked. He looked around quickly. "Someone call 911, damnit!"

"Dean..." Sam said softly, his eyes shut tightly in pain.

"It's going to be okay, Sammy. It's going to be okay. I promise."

Dean: Glares at Haley and starts to grab his gun.

Haley: Woah, hold it, tiger!

Sam: Just because I got shot doesn't mean I'll die.

Haley: Exactly. Listen to your brother. He's the scholar. And he's smarter than you.

Dean: Hey! I'm smart!

Haley: Sam's smarter.

Sam: Hey, you can't argue with the truth.

Dean: Bitch.

Sam: Jerk.