Ch.2: I need a drink

Summary: What happens after Dean points the colt at Sams head? Is Dean the bad guy

or good guy? I can tell you that there's a lot of drama in this chapter.

"Hey, Dean. Do you know where you're pointing that gun at?" asked Sam.

"I'm pointing it at you. Gosh man, you're not that bright." Dean laughed and the

mysterious woman went over towards him and started to kiss his neck. "That's

the spot." moaned Dean.

"Umm, I'm just gonna leave.."

"Not so fast Sammy."

Meanwhile in the real world, Dean was pacing around on the third floor of the

hospital where Sam was in ICU. Dean saw the doctor that was working on

Sam. "Tell me the news doc."

"Well your brother has lost a lot of blood but he's holding on." Said the Doctor.

"When can I see him?"

"You could see him now, but he is still unconcious." The doctor stated. "If you will

excuse me I have more patients. The doctor left Dean still standing in the hallway.

Dean walked into Sam's room and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"That's it Sam, keep holding on."

The gun was still pointed at Sam wherever he was at. Dean had a look

of determination on his face like whenever they were out hunting. Then Dean's

hard expression suddenly change to a smile. "C'mon Sam. Did you think that I,

your own brother, was going to shoot you?

"Yeah." Sam said as he wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans.

"Deena, go gets us some whiskey. I need a drink." Dean slapped the woman

named Deena on her butt and sent her away to get the whiskey. "What's the last thing

you remember Sammy? You took a beating tonight."

"Uh, I was in the impala listening to The All American Rejects. I was scratched on my neck."

Sam touched his neck. There was nothing there. But his eye on the other hand was still

swollen.

"What the hell? The All American Rejects?"

"You said I could listen to anything because I was hurt."

"Sure Sammy." Deena came back with a bottle of whiskey.

"That's the stuff baby!" Yelled Dean.

"I must have been hallucinating."

"Maybe you were Sam." Said Dean as he took a big gulp of whiskey. "You want?"

asked Dean as he extended the bottle to Sam.

"No thanks."

"C'mon get into the spirit, you earned it?"

"Yeah, you earned it." Deena said in a slow sultry voice.

"What did I do to earn it?" Sam asked with a puzzeled look upon his face.

"Dude, you took out the ultimate hunt."

"The ultimate hunt? You mean the Demon? I took him out?"

"Not exactly." Dean said with a smirk

"What did I take out?"

"Dad." Dean drunk more whiskey while Deena lit up a cig.

"No, I couldn't have. I wouldn't"

In Sam's hospital room machines started to beep. Dean was startled by this.

Sam was jerking and twitching in the bed. "Help!" Yelled Dean. "Somebody

come help my brother." Dean tried to restrain Sam in the bed until the doctor

and nurses came in.

"Excuse me son." The doctor as he pushed Dean aside to attend to Sam. "We

need some muscle relaxers to calm him down. He must be having a bad dream.

Your brother is alright, said the doctor as a nurse came back with the muscle

relaxer. The doctor stuck the needle in Sam's arm. The shot worked instantly. Sam's

body started to go limp and his breathing went back to regular. "He must be having

some kind of dream." said the doctor as he walked past Dean.

"Some dream." said Dean as he walked back to his brothers side."Why didn't

you wake up this time Sam?"