Pre-series

by Itsmyfirstday

Sam is 17 Dean is 21. Just a bunch of continuous pre series chapters as the brothers and their father travel across the country hunting the supernatural and deal with the events in the not so normal life. Lots of protective/worriedDean and hurtSam.

1. Episode 1

This will be a pre series season 1.

Thank you to those who have been reading and reviewing, I write as often as possible to help my mental health. Well as much as my two sons allow me to. They can be pretty full on. Kind of like another pair of brothers I write about... maybe I should have called my boys Sam and Dean.

I'm hoping to do a series of episodes but all pre-series/monster of the week type one shot 'episodes'. I'll update as often as I can. If you have any requests of what you'd like to see I'm sure I can make that happen. My mind is euphoric when writing. I can see all the details so vividly I hope to better my writings as I go and project them onto the screen so you can see what I imagine. Much love and thank you for reading. ️️️

I own nothing! Just having some fun with these characters.

Sam is 17 Dean 21. Episode 1.

When Fun Places Are Not So Fun

'SCHOOOOOOOOL'S OUT FOR SUMMER! SCHOOOOOOOOL'S OUT FOREVER!' Dean sang along with the car radio. His voice projecting as loud as his lungs would allow him to. Tapping his finger tips on the steering wheel which according to Dean also made a fine drum to tap along to the beat of the song.

'Look alive Sammy!' Dean said enthusiastically, a large grin on his face whilst slamming the back of his hand into his brothers chest to get his attention.

Sam rested his arm on the Impalas door, window down, the wind blowing through his hair. School was in fact out for summer and Dean was much too excited about that. He didn't even go to school anymore. Maybe he was just excited to spend more time with his brother. That had to be it. These last few weeks hadn't been easy for either of them. Sam had his head constantly buried in books. From research for the hunts and homework there was almost no time for the brothers to connect.

Sam smiled and shook his head at his brother. Dean reached out and turned the volume down. A smile of excitement still present on his face.

'So, Sammy, schools out, what's the first thing you wanna do? And please, please don't say hit the books, you gotta give that brain of yours a little break, you're gonna fry it otherwise.'

Deans eyes darted from the road ahead across to his brother waiting for his response.

'I dunno just relax I guess' Sam replied, shrugging his shoulders taking in the views outside of his window.

'How long are we here for anyway?'

'Wisconsin? Couple more days at least according to Dad' replied Dean.

Sam nodded his head understanding what his brother was saying to him, he knew they weren't going to be staying long. Something would have to be seriously wrong if they did stay longer than a few weeks or a month tops.

'So Dad finished with the case yet? Sam asked.

'Cursed object? Oh yeh, wrapped that job up this morning, and lucky enough caught wind of another case. Looks like a probable salt and burn but a little more digging should confirm that.'

'The guy doesn't wait does he?'

Sam knew his father was an eager hunter, but could he rest just a little bit after the case? It wasn't just his father that it involved, it involved all three of them. If one went, it meant they all did. There were three people to consider here. But not according to John. Apparently the only one to consider was himself. If one of them was sick, they hunted, if one of them was hurt, they hunted. It didn't matter the day, the circumstances or the weather. They hunted. Always.

'Hey, why don't we go do something fun huh, you and me? I mean, I feel like I've barely seen you at all these past few weeks.' Dean suggested.

'No I know, you're right. It's just... I mean, what is there to do around here. I feel like It's just been back and forth between the motel or school, I've got no idea of what's around, I mean hell, Dean, I don't even have any friends.'

'I know a place, right up your alley.'

Dean remembering a little place he happened to stumble across last Friday night when he and a woman named 'Frankie' had decided to make things a little more 'physical' and escaped from the bar. They needed somewhere a little more private. Making their way through the busy Friday night crowds Frankie dragged Dean by the hand running, weaving in and out of pedestrians. Frankie happened to be out celebrating her 21st birthday. Dean prepared to give her the 'present' of a life time. She wore a navy blue dress on her small frame, her lightly brushed olive skin and hazel eyes were what attracted Dean to her most. Her hair, naturally a dark brown was kissed with highlights from the sun brightening up her face. But her smile was one that would stay with Dean forever, she wore a vibrant shade of ruby red lipstick, it made her teeth look much brighter than they were when she smiled. And when she smiled she lit up the room, her smile so wide her back teeth visible.

Dean followed her willingly, hand in hand he grasped her tight. He wasn't going to let this girl go. Not just yet. Her head turning to look back at him, her waves of hair falling in her face. She laughed, oh boy did she laugh, that smile once again appeared, her dimples visible as the street lights above provided light down on them lighting the way. She pulled Dean into an ally way and down a back street, they took a left and came to a small vibrantly lit corner building. An arcade.

'Dean?' Sam asked.

His brother had been so caught up in remembering this night with this girl he'd forgotten all about the conversation he was having with Sam.

'Huh? Uh Yeh, Yeh.' Dean managed to get out, not knowing what his brother had asked. Hoping that that would be the correct response.

Sam laughed and shook his head as he ran his hand through his hair.

'I said, where are we going?'

'Well wait no longer Sammy, here we are' said Dean as he pulled up into the side street parking ignoring the pay metre.

Sam looked out the car window.

'An arcade? Really? I'm not a kid Dean.'

'Shut up, just wait till you get inside' Dean exited the car, the impala door creaking as he did so, slamming it shut behind him.

Sam and Dean walked inside the building. It was all ground level but boy was it big inside. The arcade stretched out far and wide. A vibrant blue carpet filled the floors, the walls painted black for a cinematic effect. Game after game after game machine filled almost every wall and space that was available. There was Pinball, Pac-Man, Space Invaders, driving simulators, shooting games, hoops for basket ball games, claw machines. You name it, they had it all the classics. They had photo booths, a candy bar, slushy machines, a pizza place and even a mini bowling alley. Sam had to admit to himself, this was actually pretty cool.

Dean glanced over at his brother. Sams face actually appeared to look happy. His mouth starting to open in surprise as he continued to look around taking in everything about the place.

'What I tell you huh? Pretty awesome right?'

'Uh Yeh, but how'd you find out about this place?'

'Uh, well lets just say a friend and I accidentally stumbled in' Dean replied giving his brother a wink and a nudge in the ribs. Dean walked ahead to the counter ready to turn his cash into coins.

Sam called out after his brother 'Yeh because you have so many of those!' Knowing exactly what he and his 'friend' had come in here to do. Sam shook his head is disapproval.

Dean handed his brother a handful of coins that Sam accepted, dropping all but a few into his jacket pocket.

'Alrighty, lets go and have some fun then' Dean said with a smile as he and Sam made their way together to the pinball machines.

Dean was on his third round of pinball when Sam got bored and made his way over to a shooting game. He was going to be good at this. Sam put the two required coins into the machine and readied his fake weapon. He hit the first target, and the second and the third. Every target in front of him he hit, level after level he unlocked. The numbers on the top right hand side of the screen now flashing blue indicating an all time new high score. Sam continued playing, finally reaching the highest level available. He had completed the game hitting every target. It hadn't been done before. Sam entered his initials into the game to stand by the newest high score 'SW'.

A hour had passed, then two. The brothers were fresh out of coins. There was one game machine that had now a rather large crowed gathered in front of it. It was the same machine that Sam had been on earlier doing the shooting.

'Wonder what that's about' Sams head gesturing in the direction towards where the commotion took place. The boys walked on over. The surroundings of that particular section of the arcade suddenly becoming cool. Sam pulled his jacket in tighter to hold onto his warmth.

'What's going on over here?' Dean asked one of the smaller children who had been pushed to the back of the crowd, clearly too afraid to fight his way to the front to watch.

'Hayman, George Hayman. Top score every day for the last 3 years. Not anymore though, he died about a week or two ago, some accident here in the arcade apparently. Here after hours, unsupervised. Now the race is on to beat those top scores. So far only two people have managed to get in the top ten but nobody's managed to nail that top spot..well nobody until now. Apparently one of the guys who got his name up there recently ,AJR, that's Alex, or at least it was Alex, he died in a freak accident a few days ago, people are saying that this game is cursed now, no idea who SW is though, good luck to him if this thing is cursed, he's got the top spot now and boy is that going to be hard to beat, never seen a score that high before.'

Sam and Dean looked at each other wide eyed.

'Please tell me that that's not you, SW? Tell me that that's some other Sam?

Sam didn't have to tell him, for Dean already knew that it was his brother.

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The boys pulled into the Motel parking lot. The impalas engines rumble fading as Dean turned his car off. Dean looked over at Sam. He wished at this moment that he could read minds. His brother never opened up to him, hell, it was even difficult to find out what the kid wanted for dinner.

'You okay?' Dean asked, knowing he'd likely get nowhere with his brother.

'I'm fine' was Sams short and blunt response. Sam sat in the passenger seat, his back straight as he stared in front of him blankly.

'You wanna talk about it?.' Dean knew that his brother probably didn't but gave it a shot anyway. It was better than bottling it up, which Sam did so often. It usually escalated in Sam exploding in a fit of anger.

'No Dean I don't, I just wanted a normal summer, no, actually, I just wanted a normal start to summer, one day Dean, one day as a normal human teenager would have been great, but now I get to be haunted!' Sam was now outside of the car. He slammed the impala door, shutting it harder than he intended to. As he walked furiously inside the crappy motel room. Dean remained inside the car, one hand resting in the steering wheel. Well at least I got it out of him thought Dean as he began to hop out of his car.

Sam entered the motel room. John standing by the wall, pictures of maps, police reports and a picture of two young men thumb tacked up. Sam walked over to the wall and took a brief look at the pictures.

'Let me guess, Alex and George right? Here, let me save you the next part of the story Dad, just take my picture now and put it on the wall!' Sam forcefully slammed his bag onto his bed before making his way to the bathroom slamming the door shut before John could get a word in. Just as Sam had gone from the room Dean had entered the motel.

'You mind telling me what that was about?' John asked his eldest, anger in his voice.

Dean filled in his Dad about everything that had happened that afternoon. Including why it had upset Sam so much. After Dean had finished Sam exited the bathroom. He had taken a shower in hopes it would clear his mind. Though his efforts had failed. He felt tired, confused and down right angry. His brother had just tried to show him a good time. It wasn't Deans fault that this had happened. He had nobody to be angry at other than himself. Danger had a way of coming to them. To Sam especially.

'It's not all bad news Sam, at least we know who the next victims likely to be' spoke Dean finally.

Sam looked at his brother in shock. Eyebrows raised, his mouth open.

Did he really just say that? Victim? Am I supposed to die?

'Really? Really Dean? You think I'm going to be the next victim? You couldn't have said 'target?' You really think I'm that bad of a hunter that I'm destined to die from a damn ghost!?'

Dean wished he could take back his words as soon as he spoke them, knowing that he hadn't meant to word it that way.

'No Sam, I don't think you're a bad hunter, just calm down and we can work this thing out okay.' Dean was now standing, level with his brother.

'Sam, your brothers right. We've got to figure this thing out, the other victim died in a shooting. We did a little digging and found this.' John held up a newspaper clipping dating from a few days ago. The title read 'Young Man, 18, dies in mystery shooting'.

Sam read the article clipping in his hand. When he had finished he looked up at his brother and father.

'No bullets?' He was shot and there were no bullets found? Is this...is this what's going to happen to me? I'm going to get shot multiple times while I'm alone and bleed to death?'

Sam asked as panic started to rise in his voice.

'No Sam. That's not going to happen to you because I won't let it okay, I'm not gonna leave your side not even for a minute. I got you into this and I'm gonna get you out. You hearing me?'

Deans voice firm and sure of himself. Nobody would be hurting his little brother, not today, not tomorrow not ever.

'We're gonna stay here, you and me in this room, we're gonna salt the windows, the doors, the beds, everything, even the toilet okay. Dads gonna go out and figure out where ole Georgie is buried and he's gonna torch the son of a bitch, you hear me?'

Sam took in the words his brother said as he nodded in agreement.

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That night Sam stirred in his bed, he couldn't help but think why him? Why would a ghost be doing this? Over a video game. Sure he'd seen ghosts do more over a lot less. But he was never the target. Maybe it was revenge on the arcade itself thought Sam. He continued stirring in his bed as the hours ticked by. He glanced over at his bedside clock. 9pm. The arcade was still open at least for a few more hours. Maybe Sam could escape and do his own digging, be of use to his family before he soon became the biggest inconvenience to them. Sam dressed himself and quietly made his way out the door closing it behind him without a noise.

Sam walked down the familiar street as he reached the arcade entrance. The youngest of children now vanished, probably resting in their beds at home. Now the older crowds had filled the gaming centre. Sam looked around his eyes resting on the machine he had done such a good job on earlier that day, or so he thought. According to a certain ghost he hadn't done a good job. Sam made his way up to the counter. A tall thin male worker behind the counter, he looked to be 30 pounds underweight, aged in his early 20's at least. His dark hair brushed back. His name tag read 'Elijah'. Sam took a step closer to the counter.

'Uh hey Eli' Sams voice sounded unsure of himself.

'Uh..hi?' Responded the arcade employee.

'Hey, I was just wondering if you could tell me anything about that game over there?' Sam gestured towards to shooting game.

'Oh you mean Zombie Blaster 3? Sure, well it's been here for a while now, aim of the game is to kill as many zombies as possible and make your way through the apocalypse world, not the best special effects, but hey, game itself is alright. There used to be this guy, I think his name was George, he'd be here all day every day, wouldn't let anyone else on the thing. That was until we started receiving complaints, we tried talking to him, his mum even came in a few times and tried to pull him off but it was useless. The owner of this place ended up coming in. Didn't get to say much to him before George turned around and threw his slushie in the owners face before gettin on top of him and punching the day lights out of him. The owner banned him after that, hired security and everything. Then apparently George snuck in one night to try and play, same night as the removal guys were taking away some old machines. According to security footage he couldn't find a way in other than through the back where the old gaming machines were being loaded into the trucks. Two men, one heavy machine. The guys didn't expect anyone else to be there, one of the guys spotted George and got a fright, accidentally let go of the machine and we'll, George was no more.'

The young man finished.

'Oh wow, okay, Uh thanks for that' Sam walked away from the counter making his way back over to the familiar machine. So it was revenge. Revenge on the arcade, revenge on those who would try to have a fun time. He brushed his hand over the plastic orange weapon he had been so invested in earlier. Why did I even play this stupid machine thought Sam. He didn't even want to be a hunter so why did he play a shooting game. He should have just went for Pac-Man. At least those ghosts wouldn't try to kill his physical being. Sam pressed the bright blue button on the machine. The high scores section came into view again. No new names had been added. There his initials stood. SW. He hated being Sam Winchester right now.

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They'd normally stay awake past 9pm but they had been hunting continuously lately and both Winchester's had fallen asleep particularly early that night especially thanks to a few glasses of whiskey that had been had after the news of Sam and his haunting.

The perks of staying in a hotel room next to a main road meant constant ongoing traffic. Especially trucks with loud horns who knew Dean Winchester was trying to sleep. So that's how he woke. To the blaring of the trucks horn. Deans eyes snapped open. What time was it? His eyes trying to focus on the lit up red numbers on the alarm clock. 10:30pm. Okay, he'd been asleep for a couple of hours. He could hear loud snoring. That would be Dad he thought. Looking over he confirmed his theory. His father was out to the world. Still dressed fully, whiskey glass half full. His mouth wide open as the unpleasant noises of Johns snoring could be heard throughout the motel room and probably the next 5 motel rooms. Dean sat up in his bed and looked over to his brother. Only his brother wasn't there.

'Sam?' Dean quickly switched his bedside lamp on. Making his way over to his Dads bed he turned his Dads light on to and shook his father violently as he knew that's what it would take to awaken the drunkenly passed out man.

'Dad, wake up! It's Sam! He's gone!' Dean frantically began searching all areas of the motel. Not being very big there wasn't much to search.

'Hmmm' John grunted still half asleep.

The motel room was now fully lit up all lights on. Dean, phone in hand up against his ear. Calling his brother. Every time he called it would ring out so Dean would call again and again. The 12th time he tried he'd still had no luck. By that point John had slightly composed himself, now in a sitting position on his bed rubbing his eyes.

'I can't get him Dad, he won't answer' Dean placed his hand on his chin gripping it firmly. He looked around the room worried. His mind racing, every possible scenario going through his head. Dean brushed his fingers through his hair and gripped onto the ends tight trying to think of what to do next. His head leaning forward, eyes focused on the floor below.

'He's gonna be fine Dean, he's got the tools he needs to fight. This is what he's been trained for his whole life.' John tried to reassure his eldest boy.

That was when Dean heard it. The sound of the motel door opening.

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It was Sam. Sam stumbled in the door way. An almost empty bottle in his hand. Dean recognised that label anywhere. Tennessee whiskey, Jack Daniels. Oh god, he didn't, thought Dean. But apparently yes he had. There was only what appeared to be about 3 glasses worth left in the bottle. Sam didn't drink. Not now, not ever. In fact this was Sams first time drinking. How did he even get the alcohol.

'Sam, what did you do?'

'I didn't..I didn't do anything..' Sam tried to hide the smile that started forming on his lips.

Dean looked at his brother. Relieved he was back home and safe but unimpressed at the fact he'd returned home drunk as well as the fact he had gone out alone when he was being haunted.

'Okay, well then you mind telling me how you managed to get that' Dean pointed to the bottle Sam gripped tightly onto.

'I didn't get that' Sams brow frowned as he tried to imitate Deans voice and actions. Sam then started laughing.

'Leo Stevens got it for me' Sam replied laughing, holding up one of the many fake ID's his father had created for him. His picture right next to the fake name of Leo Stevens with the age 21. Sam could easily pass for age 21. He was tall enough. He was smart enough and he'd seen enough in his life time to know how to act like he were 21.

'Just give it here Sam' Dean trying to reach for the bottle to remove it from Sam's grasps.

'No, get your own' Sam took a few large gulps of the alcohol. It burned his throat, his eyes squinted shut, willing the drink to stay down. He gripped the door frame as dizziness washed over him trying to hold his posture up.

John now more awake and more aware of what was happening stood up and made his way over to his sons.

'Sammy, what's going on, the hell you drinking for?' Anger filled his voice. Yes Sam had the skills to defend himself if needed but his judgement was severely clouded when drunk, and this, this was beyond drunk.

Sams lips grew as a smile lit up his face. Dean knew this wouldn't be good. He knew that type of smile. That was Sam's 'I'm about to be a sarcastic asshole' smile. This was not good, both of them had consumed too much alcohol and he didn't like where this was going.

'Oh hey Dad, didn't see you there. But then again I usually don't, because you're never around. Always too busy taking care of someone else's family apart from your own. Would be a shame if someone in your own family ever needed help, how would you be there for them then? Oh wait, you wouldn't.'

'Sam' Dean said firmly not impressed and now worried for both his brother and father. He didn't like this.

'I think you've had enough to drink there Sammy, how about you just come inside and we can talk about this.' John now trying to pull Sam into the room.

'Why? So I can be safe from the ghost? Well how about NO! COME AND GET ME GHOSTY GHOSTY GHOSTY!' Sams arms up in the air as he shouted. A few once darkened rooms in the complex now turning their lights on. Dean noticing, he too assisting his father to try and bring Sam into the safety. It wasn't long before the John and Dean had successfully gotten Sam inside.

'No Dean don't touch me, this isn't about you, this is about this stupid family business and how we can't even have a normal life! This! This stupid wall, this stupid salt and these stupid books!' Sam made his way over to the wall inside the motel room, ripping off the information his Dad had pinned up, he then walked over to the salt lines, rage exploding from with him he kicked up the salt from around the beds, the door way and the windows before continuing on his rampage that over took his body, he didn't even realise who he was or what he was doing anymore. He was so angry. He picked up a dining chair and threw it across the room. Sams hands leaning across the table as he pushed every book off as they scattered on the floor below. Sam then gripped the edge of the table flipping it up sending it crashing down on its side.

If someone didn't stop Sam soon he was going to hurt himself. After Sam had flipped over the table he made his way to the bathroom. Oh here we go he's going to puke thought Dean. But no. Sam stood at the sink his arms gripping firmly onto the porcelain below. He looked at the mirror in front of him. Dean standing in the doorway ready to help him if needed.

'Why do I always screw things up!' Tears filled Sams eyes he looked over at his big brother. It was hurting Dean to see his brother this way. Sam looked back at his reflection in the mirror and hated what he saw, hated what an inconvenience he had become to his family. Sam raised his arms into fists and smashed his reflection. The mirror shattering, blood filling his fists, he smashed his hands against the remaining mirror again and again, drawing more blood. The mirror was no more, Sams eyes full with tears now as he turned around ready to smash something else, anything else. The glass shower door came into view. His arm raised, he wanted to punch it, punch anything, he still had so much anger left that needed to come out. A force wrapping under his arms and up over his shoulders pulled him back. It dragged him down. Sam let the force take him down as he sobbed and sobbed. He let it all out. Dean behind him holding his little brother tight. Not saying a thing. Just holding him waiting for his brother to calm down. About half an hour had passed before Sam had composed himself enough to acknowledge that Dean was there with him.

'Dean?'

'Yeh Sammy'

'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you or Dad. My hands hurt'

'It's okay, and I know. Dads getting the first aid kit he's gonna patch you up, you're gonna need a couple of stitches. Probably would have needed a lot more if I didn't stop you. What we're you thinking, picking a fight with Sam? You know how good of a fighter he is.'

Sam laughed a little

'Dean, I don't feel so good.'

'Okay, well how about you try to keep things down until after we clean you up okay? I'll go get you some water once Dad gets here.'

Sam nodded.

John entered the bathroom and started to clean up Sams hands. The two exchanged a few words. Though both would probably not remember much by the time the morning came around.

Dean glanced around the motel room. His Dad had cleaned up most of the mess. The table and chairs returned to their original location. Most of the books back. Dean looked over at the wall that was once filled with pictures and information of the current hunt. Piece by piece he picked them up studying a few clippings and tried to recreate what his father once had on the wall. Standing back he looked at the information in front of him one last time. Time to get Sammy that glass of water he thought. As Dean headed to the kitchen he saw it. A figure. A ghostly figure. He flickered in and out of view. It's skin almost grey, a large head wound with blood pouring down his head soaking into his shirt. Deep purple and blue bruising stained his chest and neck. His hair was long to his shoulders. His eyes sad and dark. Dean knew who this was and who he was here for. As quick as he appeared he was gone.

'DAD GET THE SALT NOW! WE'VE GOT COMPANY'

Dean now remembering in Sam's fit of rage how he broke the salt seals. No longer offering protection from the ghost.

John looked around the bathroom. As a precaution they always kept salt in every room in case it was needed. John reached for the salt in the cupboard under the sink. The ghost flickered into view, his hands creating a gun with his fingers as he pointed to Sams chest. John threw the salt at the ghost as he quickly vanished. Elsewhere, Dean frantically re salted the lines that had previously been laid in the room. Two more to go he kept telling himself just two more.

John started to form a circle with the salt. His back turned to the door.

'Dad! Behind you!' But Sam was too late.

The ghost returned and drew up his hand forming a gun with his hands, pointing directly at Sam. He made a flicking motion with his hands as an entry wound formed on Sams abdomen. Sam cried out in pain. Blood quickly rising and soaking his shirt. John finished his circle around Sam who remained safe inside for the time being. This hunt couldn't wait any longer it was going to have to be wrapped up now.

All three Winchester's raced to the car. Dean supporting Sam and he clutched his abdomen tightly.

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'Dean we don't even know if this guy is buried or if he is where that would even be.' said John, uncertain if what they were doing was the right thing to do.

'Well Dad, you happened to miss one bit of information. In one of the news paper clips you kept it showed a Catholic Church bake sale, under a picture it had a caption which had the names of the family members, one of those being George and his parents. Now a devoted catholic family who attends church enough to run and organise a bake sale tells me that they have a strong connection to the church so I figure seeing as a lot of catholic church goers strongly believe in a burial and not cremation that we ought to try the cemetery next to the church in the picture. It might be a long shot but it's something.'

John nodded his head.

Deans eyes glanced up at his rear view mirror as he shifted to take in sight of his brother in the back seat. Sam laid back against the seat. Sweat starting to form on his face. He wished he hadn't drunken so much. He could feel his stomach jumping up and down, his heart was racing his body hurt, he felt hot. Just a bit longer he told himself. Deans levels of concern were rising seeing his brother this way.

They reached the cemetery and quickly searched the area for anything which would be about 2 weeks old. The dirt would still be fresh, easier to move.

'Over here!' John called out to his sons, his flash light focusing on the name on the gravestone. Both Sam and Dean began making their way towards their father. John and Dean started shovelling dirt. While Sam sat near by resting to conserve his energy. This was much easier than digging up a grave that was years old. After not long the shovels hit something hard. Though no skeleton laid, a corpse of a mere 2 weeks laid almost peacefully. Without time to waste both father and son climbed out of the newly dug grave. Ready to end this.

'You guys?'

Dean could hear the fear in Sam's voice. His stomach did a flip. What now? he thought. We don't need this. Dean turned around to see the ghost of George standing over his brother. George raised his hand once again creating a gun with his finger pointing outwards directly at Sam's chest. Just as he went to shoot him Dean spoke, interrupting the ghosts focus on the younger Winchester.

'I don't think so,I'm the only one that gets to mess with my brother' Dean threw salt into the face of the monster. John standing near by as he salted and torched the body that rested below.

It was time to head back home. Once they'd gotten inside Sam sat at the dining room chair. His brother noticing how deathly pale and unwell Sam looked.

Dean stood in front of his brother before leaning down to get a better view of him.

'You okay Sammy?'

Sam had no time to warn him or to say anything really. His heart raced, he could feel his stomach cramping tight, saliva filled his mouth. He tried to stop it but he couldn't.

'Sam?'

Sam projectile vomited out onto his brother, all over his dirt covered shirt, his jeans, his shoes, absolutely everything.

'Really? REALLY SAM?! Urgh, disgusting.' Dean stood up, flicking the excess vomit from his arms.

Dean could see the same expression appear on Sams face again as round two was not far away, this time learning from his mistake, Dean jumped out of the way and Sam once again projectile vomited down the side of the chair.

'Okay, lets get you to the bathroom'

Dean hoisted his brother up, Sam leaning into him as he did so.

'We're gonna get you fixed up and stitched up Sammy.'

Dean rested down his brother next to the toilet seat, John once again entering the bathroom with the first aid kit ready to stitch up Sam's flesh wound on his abdomen.

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The next morning Sam found himself face down in his pillow laying on his stomach, his hands cuddling his pillow from underneath, trash can beside his bed. His head was spinning, his mouth tasted like vomit, his abdomen felt like he'd taken a hit to it. What on earth had happen? It was all a blur. Sam sat up in his bed immediately regretting it. The room began to spin. He reached for the glass of water which someone had placed on his bedside table and drank it, not realising how thirsty he had been. Sam wished at that moment that he had drunken slower. His stomach began to cramp up. He knew this feeling. Unsteadily Sam tried to as quickly as possible to rise himself from the bed. It didn't help that he was now shaking and finding it difficult to maintain his balance. He looked over at his Dad and brother. Both passed out on their beds. They looked like hell. Sams stomach gave almost no warning as it did a flip. The had two options, run to the bathroom or puke in the small trash can and wake his family. Sam ran.

Dean was awoken by the sounds of his brothers retching. He knew he should get up to help him. After all, last night was a disaster after they'd stitched up Sammy. He didn't know anyone could puke so much.

'Sammy? You doing okay' Dean was now standing at the doorway to the bathroom, his head resting tiredly on the door frame with his eyes still closed.

'Dean? Uh, Yeh I think so...what happened last night?'

Sam asked, afraid to really find out.

'Well, you remember everything that went down at the arcade right? Well after that you decided to get stinkin drunk, almost a whole bottle of JD. Pretty impressive for a first time drinker actually. Then you gave Dad a pretty few choice words, we ganked the ghost after he came after you, oh and I have to say, the highlight of my night would have to be when you puked on me.' Dean ended with sarcasm in his voice.

'Sorry man, I don't remember any of that' Sam responded back to his brother who appeared to be a little more awake now.

'Yeh, well that's probably a good thing, after that we couldn't get you to stop puking, considered taking you to the hospital for a second.'

Sam lowered his head starting to feel embarrassed by his actions. Dean noticed and helped his brother to his feet.

'Dean, I really am sorry. I just didn't know how to cope with it all.'

'Hey it's okay, Dad and I, we've had our fair share too' Dean said with a smile as he pat his brother on the back.

'Just remember next time you feel like you can't deal with it on your own, know that I'm here for you, you don't have to do any of this alone Sammy.' Dean giving his brother a sympathetic smile.

'Go shower and I'll have some breakfast ready for you. I know food doesn't sound good right now but you'll feel better if you eat something so long as you take it slow.' Dean left the bathroom to give his brother privacy and made his way to the kitchen.

He'd make his brother the best hang over cure breakfast ever. Sam deserved that after everything he'd been through.

He would always worry about his brother whether it be from something supernatural, an illness or even his brothers mental health. It was his job to look out for him and so long as Sam was alive he would be there to fight along side him whatever it may be.

The End

Thank you for reading, please be kind. Xx