-1Bar Fights & Bullets

Chapter 11

Sam's eyes opened slowly the fallowing morning a pounding behind his eyes an instant alarm as he grunted loudly and wiped a hand over his face, he felt as though his head were only seconds from exploding, the taste of the pervious nights alcohol consumption still bathing his tongue. This was all a blunt reminder of why he didn't drink, why he despised alcohol and it's last effects.

A frown creased the corners of his mouth as he shifted slowly and found his brother sleeping restlessly uncomfortable next to the sofa. Dean was still propped up in his wheelchair his neck bent at an odd angle lulling backwards .

"Damn-it." Sam cursed himself quietly for being so irresponsible as he rose to his feet attempting to be as quiet as he could and fought off the wave of nausea that smacked into him from his gut and into his mouth. He made his way soundlessly on clumsy legs around his brother and toward the bathroom.

Dean's senses were on high alert as he heard his brother's feet crunching against the carpet, immediately pulling him from his light and restless slumber, opening one eye he couldn't help but smirk at the sight of his disheveled and obviously hung over brother. An image that he found strangely satisfying, after all Sam had been amused and purposely annoying every time that the situation had been reversed.

Hearing the bathroom door close the older brother leaned down his limbs stiff from the nights sleeping arrangements and pulled the brake off, "Coffee… Yes lots of coffee…" He whispered clearing his throat. Making his way into the kitchen he set about making a fresh pot of the sobering liquid pleased with how easily he was able to move about now that John had rearranged the kitchen so that it was more accessible to him.

Sam dropped to his knees silently and lowered his head into the 'porcelain god' clutching the sides of it as his stomach lurched and liquid began to pour freely from his mouth accompanied by heaving sounds that came out much louder then he would have liked.

"Never again." He mumbled to himself wiping at his mouth a few minutes later when he was sure his stomach had emptied and allowing his limbs to collapse fully against the cool welcoming tiles of the small bathroom. He closed his eyes and exhaled loudly willing for the throbbing of his head to subside, even though he knew it was what he deserved , he knew that he should be punished any and everyway possible.

After switching the coffee pot to on Dean glanced to the closed bathroom door and shook his head making his way closer to it he knocked softly, "Sammy?"

"hmmm?" Came a weak and half conscious reply.

"I'm opening the door…"

"Dean-" Sam's retort came to late his older brother pushed the bathroom door open and cast his eyes downward crossing his arms over his chest at the sad pathetic sight of the man crumpled against the floor curled almost completely into a ball….

"How you feeling?" He asked smugly using his humor to mask his concern as he found their conversation from only hours before playing again in his mind, screaming at him like the nagging voice of an old woman.

Sam let his eyes answer his brother's ridiculous inquiry as he forced himself back to a sitting position and flushed the toilet. "I bet you think this is hilarious…."

"Sam! I'm offended…." Dean chuckled and wiggled his brows "Okay, yeah I'm a little amused…"

"I bet." Sam had now made it from his ass to his knees as he began to slowly crawl around his brother.

"On your feet…." Dean sighed and reached out a little gripping his brother under the armpit and hoisting him up. "I know you feel like your dying, but I guarantee your going to be just fine…."

"little men are dancing on my brain." Sam grumbled as he put his hands on his brother's forarms using Dean's strength to force his legs steady.

"Little tequila bottles." Dean corrected

"Those too…"

"Can you make it back to the couch now?"

Sam nodded and immediately regretted doing so as he swallowed hard to keep more sickness from rising into his throat.

"Good… I've started some coffee, You go sit down and I'll bring you some…."

"Dean…."

"Hmmm?"

"Last, Um last night… Did I…You know?"

"Did you what?" Dean asked playing innocent and popping his still stiff neck from side to side looking up at his little brother,

"Did I say anything,…That might embarrass myself?" His cheeks pinked even at the thought, the many things he might of spilled to his brother flashing across his mind.

Dean shook his head smiling, "Nothing I didn't already know…."

"Like what?" Sam prodded his brows coming together in question.

"Like nothing…" Dean shot back and gripped his brother's arm as Sam wavered a little, "Now go sit down before you fall down will you…"

"That's not fair." Sam's lips fell into a pout and he pulled from his brothers grasp.

"Not fair?…." Dean scoffed a little, "It's totally fair."

"I said these things, I have a right to know what I said…"

"If they were important enough you would have remembered! Besides I already told you, you didn't spill anything I didn't already know… So just relax will you?"

"Your evil, pure evil…" Sam slid past him unsteadily and headed back toward the sofa.

"I know." Dean made his way back to the kitchen and had just finished pouring two cups off coffee when their father emerged from the hallway.

John surveyed his boy's quickly, Sam was currently sprawled out lazily on the sofa engulfed by the softness of it's cushions, his eyes closed his skin pale with sickness, Dean was making his way into the living room two cups of coffee impressively balanced in his lap. John had found a renewed hope in the conversation he had with Caleb the previous night, and it showed in his demeanor as he leaned against the frame of the living room entrance. "Morning boys."

Even with his new found happiness and courage however he still found himself resisting the urge to scold his youngest for the show he had heard taking place the night before, John understood the pain, he understood the need to escape,… Hell After Mary's death he spent well over a week in a drunken stupor before Bobby finally rescued him… But Sam, Sam was the sensible one, even in the most strenuous situation he kept his head on straight. He Kept his mind on the rational side and understood the way life worked….

So this Sam, this pain filled tortured reflection of a once optimistic man, was something new for John Winchester to cope with, he wanted to yell at him to shake the sense back into him, to make him understand the error of his ways, instead though, instead he was just going to pretend that he knew nothing about the night before, that he had been asleep and hadn't heard the desperate and pained drunken cries of a guilt ridden soul.

"Morning…" Both boys answered in unison pulling John from his rambling thoughts.

"Either one of you sleep a wink last night, you look like hell…" He stated pouring himself a cup of coffee before joining them in the living room.

"We were up talking," Dean's answer was quick and thoughtless, and it scared John how his son could lie to him with so much ease without a stutter or a second thought, he was smooth, like his mother had been, and he could make anything sound like gods honest truth effortlessly.

"I see…" Their father sipped his coffee sliding down next to Sam and putting a hand on his knee causing his youngest son's eyes to open, "You gave us quite the scare last night Sammy…"

"I know…"

"Never do that again…"

"Yes sir…"

"So boys…" John ran a hand through his hair and looked from Sam to Dean and back again, "I made a decision last night… And I think it's time we take a little trip."

"Dad Dean can't-"

"Sure he can…."

"Where did this suddenly come from?"

"Well. I got a call from Caleb last night, and he needs our help." The words poured from the eldest Winchester's mouth with such ease that in the back of his mind he realized that it was not Mary that Dean had developed his knack for honest sounding fibs from but in fact him…. He knew though, that if he told the truth, if he told his boys, Dean especially the truth,…

That there would be no way he would go along with it and that the only chance he might have to save both his son's would go right down the proverbial drain.

"You mean like a hunt?" Sam drew his li into his mouth.

"Of sorts, yes…." John nodded, "This is something he can't do on his own, and he needs our help."

"Does he know that I'm crippled?" Dean questioned without even thinking about it, "I mean I'm not exactly in hunting mode right now…"

"He knows, and he said he needs your help too."

"What the hell am I going to do?"

"I don't know… I didn't ask." He sighed, "Look boys, I know it's been a while, but Caleb is our friend and he needs our help so we are going to help him, and that's an order."

"Yes sir." Both boys answered with a nod.

"So after breakfast We head out, pack a few things into the Van and -"

"No." Dean barked out interrupting

"What do you mean no?" John's voice teetered on the edge of anger and surprise.

"We're not taking the van." He stated bluntly,

"Dean-" Sam sighed.

"I'm not leaving her here, god knows how long we will be gone for and she goes where I go do you understand me? And besides it wouldn't seem right taking a road trip in some other mom mobile… I'd be betraying her.."

"You do realize that it's just a-"

"Shut up Sam" Dean warned, "We're taking the Impala and that's all there is to it."

"But Dean, how are we going to be able to fit what you need…"

"We'll just take a few things out of the trunk." John offered up chiming into the conversation, he could seed the want and the need in Dean's eyes and there was no way he was going to disappoint him.

"Fine." Sam threw his hands up in the air in defeat, "I'm obviously outnumbered…"

A smile pressed at Dean's lips at the thought of traveling down the road again, cradled in the leather interior of his one true love, it would feel like old times, it would feel like nothing had changed, he would feel like himself again…It would be good for him.

John watched the twinkle sparkling in his son's eye and silently prayed that everything go right this time, that he could keep that sparkle there and breathe life back into his little boy….

I know that some of you might have thought I fell off the face of the earth, but with the hiatus the show went on I too took a small one, but I'm back now and so is Bar Fights, thank you all so much for your lovely replies to the last chapter and I hope you enjoyed this one just as much, and I really hope I didn't lose all my readers with my time away. As always let me know what you are thinking, the good the bad and the ugly I want it all.

Rosebud