A/N: One More Left! Hope You Like this! I know It's not the best, but I trust we all agree we didn't need any Sam whumping to get the point that he's dead meat. Plus, Dean's going to protect him the best he can!

I really hope yo're all enjoying this story as much as I like writing it! And I equally Hope that you'll review! I wrote this after watching 'The Benders' episode tonight and have started the last chapter, so, I'm afraid it has the fluffy brother's stuff I love aso much! Anyway! Read Now!

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Consequences

By: chocolate rules

Disclaimer: I own them, and they say hi...lol...thanks to the WB!

Chapter Ten: You're Drunk!

"What's this?" John asked the stilled Sam. Sam just stared at the bottles. There was nothing to be said. He was doomed. He wondered if he was still young enough to just go staright to heaven.

"Sam?" Sam tried not to look his father in the eyes. It would be certain death. "Samuel! Look at me!" Sam's eyes obeyed before he could control it.

"What the fuck is this?"

"Budweiser Beer, sir." Sam said damning himself as he did.

"Oh! Budweiser beer." John said, looking at the bottles in fake surprise. "Well, would you look at that." He looked up at Sam again and noted the boy staring longingly towards his shoes again.

"Eyes, Sam." Sam looked up again, out of reflex. "And why Sam? Can you answer me that?" Sam shook his head. It'd be pointless.

"So, what? This is just what happens when I turn my back is it?" Sam looked up to say something, but Dean cut them in.

"Hello! Bigger picture! Spirit Bitch still walking around! Can this thing wait?"

Dean was met with two pairs of eyes. One said that he'd better watch his tone and register who he was talking to. The other was grateful and frightened and pleading.

"Come on, Dad. Sam's fine. He's not even drunk! But there still is this creep walking around. Unless you'd rather continue this with Sam, then be my guest. But I was sure you said something about… the hunt coming first, family problems second. Unless its life threatening, it can wait. Right? Well, Sam's not bleeding and looks conscious and I'm pretty sure scaring them won't tear anything in his inside, so…"

John Winchester looked between his sons and understood that all Dean was doing was buying the younger time. However, that was something he'd said and he couldn't go against his own words. Granted he'd told Dean that when Dean was eight and had decided that he wanted to focus on something that wasn't hunting related, something fun. John had again reminded Dean of his hunting, and brotherly, duties at twelve when he'd lashed out about not being able to have a moments peace and always having to move so much and change their names so much that he would forget who he really was and what he stood for.

"Fine," John replied, looking only at Dean. Dean stood firmly, ready to accept anything John would say. "But he goes nowhere, got it? Don't try and get him to run. Won't work. Just make sure these kids get their rides and wait here, with your brother."

"Just wait?" Dean asked, looking skeptically. "Here. You want me to just sit and wait, Here?" He studied John for a brief second before adding, "Have you lost your mind!"

"Excuse me!"

"This place is crawling with spirits and you're expecting mew to just sit here! You know the second they leave, we're gone! I'll hold him, at home, but there's no way I'm staying like a sitting duck here. Not just so that the second you're done you can come out and continue yelling at him for what you two are going to be arguing about for at leas the next week. It can wait, Dad. There are more important things than being drunk. And it's not like he's driving."

John picked up his gun again and checking it and heading back into the forest. "Don't leave the house, under no circumstances. None, Dean." Dean nodded, internally realizing all restrains he'd kept, not lashing out or yelling much.

John took a few steps into the forest and Dean turned back to look at Sam. Sam was already looking at him and a grin was forming on his face. Dean felt the corners of his mouth tug, but held his composure motioning for Sam to do the same.