Sma stood in the parking area of thr hospital, shaken by what Dean had just said to him. He didn't blame Dean because this time it was Sam's fault. Sam wandered lonely across the streats and walked inside a bar to slow down the voices in his head.
Sam opened the door to the bar and sat on one of the stools on the counter. He started to take a look at the counter when he saw that not far away Dean was also sitting there. As soon as he saw his brother, he immediately turned the other way. He knew Dean had noticed him because Dean Kept looking at Sam. He just wished that his brother wouldn't approach him.
Dean was sitting at a bar drinking beer when he heard the door open at the bar. He turned around at the noise and saw that it was Sam. He was shocked to see Sam come in a bar of all places. He saw Sam walk upto the counter and sat at one of the stools.
He felt kind of hurt that Sam didn't sit beside him because not too long ago the brothers laughed and sat and drank together but now their relationship was not the same.
He saw that Sam called the bartender and asked her to pour tequila shots. He knew that Sam didn't handle tequila well but he saw Sam gulp down the shots one by one. Dean counted that sam had downed 20 tequila shots within 15 minutes. He knew that Sam didn't like tequila at all but here he was drowning himself in these shots.
After atleast 10 more shots, which made it 30 shots of tequila, Sam finally got up the stool and paid the bill and started to get out of the bar. "Wanna hussle, drunkard?" A guy said and Sam looked at him. He didn't pay attention and started to walk out the bar when the guy turned him around and punched him in the face.
Sam stumbled a little but tried to fight with the guy but due to the shots, he was weak and black spots He didn't realize what was happening when another guy started to hit the other guy. Sam couldn't see who was helping him because of his vision.
"C'mon Sam" he heard someone say his name and felt two arms support him and hr instantly knew who those hands belonged to. He knew those hands all too well. He flinched away from the touch. "Sammy..." the voice came and he knew who it was. It was Dean, his savior. "Leave me alone" Sam said and stumbling, got out of the bar and Dean followed behind him. "Sam, listen.." Dean started to catch upto him. "I said STAY AWAY" Sam screamed and ran to the motel.
It hurt Dean to see Sam running away from him. Sam always relaxed in his touch but this time he flinched from Dean touching him. Dean slowly trailed behind Sam who went into the motel they were staying.
Dean opened the door and saw Sam on the bed, crying. It hurt Dean physically that Sam was struggling this much. Dean sat beside Sam and placed a warm hand on his distressed little brother. He hugged the crying form.
Sam started to cry more and more after his brother hugged him. "Ssshhh, I'm sorry Sammy. Big brother's sorry. I'm here now. I'm here " Dean consoled his brother and after crying in his brother's arms, Sam finally slept in his brother's lap.
Dean laid the sleeping form on the bed and smiled at his brother's sleeping form. He promised once again that he would take care and protect his brother. He would make it right this time.