Part 4
Summary: Sam had enough… happy reunion?
Warning: Angst – yes, violence – a little.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, though I do want to kidnap Dean to my own pet. Can I?
Beta: Blame it on me.
Sam POV
I left Jess in our apartment. I told her that I needed to do something that I forgot.
I walk over the club, I felt like I need to drink some, it might ease the pain in my head, or was it only a damn all memories, from my lousy childhood.
Before I enter inside the club I notice the black car, I smile, he is inside… good, now I will settle it one and for all.
I enter inside, glancing each man until I see him.
I walk over him, my eyes were sparkles with anger.
I could see him stare over me, with a smile on his face, as he lay down his beer on the table.
"Sammy is that you?" He asked me.
"It's Sam," I mutter over him, and then I snap at him, "What are you doing here in the first place?"
I see the pain in his eyes as much as he tried to keep it away, to block his emotion from me, but it was too late, and yet I care not.
"What? Can I not see my little brother? Have you not missed me?" he asked, his eyes locked on mine.
"What are you doing here, Dean?" I ask again.
'God, how I want to beat him'. I thought.
TBC...
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