Fighting: It's what we do.

AN: Part two, please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Supernatural

Chapter 2

Sam stood in the University's gym, brown eyes scanning over the array of equipment and open space for all kinds of exercise.

Dean stood at the mouth of the alley, green eyes sizing up his opponents.

It had been a stressful few weeks of exams and class; and Sam had been feeling antsy like he'd been sitting still for way too long.

The road had been quiet these last couple of days, no serious hunts drawing his or John's attention. It left him feeling wired, like he couldn't sit still any longer.

Sam hadn't expected to find himself seeking out anything from his past; that had been left behind when John slammed the door behind him.

A few months back and Dean might have struck up a sparring match with Sammy, if John hadn't ordered it first.

Now standing alone in front of the large punching bag, Sam's fists clenched.

Now alone with his dad, Dean sought out danger; and a fight over hustled pool appeared to be next on the list. Dean's fist clenched in anticipation.

Sam's fist struck out a rhythm against the rough material of the punching bag. He kept his stance light and fluid, just the way Dean had taught him all those years ago. The thought of his brother only increased the fury of his attacks. Sam's breaths came quickly as sweat beaded on his forehead. He remained focused as his vision tunnel narrowing in on his inanimate opponent.

Dean's fist struck the face of his nearest attacker the man's nose breaking beneath the weight of his punch. His muscles were tense; every sense on high alert as another drunken man rushed in to try and take his revenge. Dean tried to dodge the attack but felt something harder than a fist clip his shoulder, throwing him off balance. 'You know it's not going to be a fair fight.' Sam's voice warned in the back of his head. The thought of his brother left Dean feeling hollow inside. He rounded on his living opponents feeling the rush of adrenaline flood through him.

The chains holding the punching bag suspended, creaked ominously as Sam struck the bag one last time; a round house kick with his leg. He found himself panting for breath, his muscles suddenly feeling like jelly now that he'd given them a moment of rest. Dropping hands to hips Sam dropped his head pulling in deep even breaths. He felt refreshed and exhausted at the exact same time; but most important, his mind was clear.

The metal pipe that had been used in an attempt to bash his brains in fell from Dean's bloodied hand clanking sharply against the pavement. Dean drew shallow breaths as he brushed a hand across his forehead, sweeping away sweat and blood. His back ached, ribs protesting the expansion of his lungs. Dean swallowed thickly green eyes sweeping over the men crumpled at his feet. He'd managed to come out on top and that was the important thing, but he didn't feel any better for this release of energy.

Sam stepped out of the gym into the cool evening air, the breeze sending goosebumps along his arms as the sweat dried on his skin. He was looking forward to going back to his apartment and taking a nice long shower.

"Hey Sam," Jess greeted with a welcoming smile as they met on the street.

"Jess what's up?"

She slipped her arm around his waist as they continued walking. "I thought maybe we could go out."

Sam nodded but looked down at her with a suggestive grin. "Or we could just stay in."

Dean stepped out of the alley with a hiss of pain; spitting blood onto the filthy sidewalk he made his way back towards the motel. The night air felt too warm against Dean's skin and all he could think about was a long cold shower and maybe some beer to wash the taste from his mouth. Opening the motel room door Dean wasn't surprised to find that he was alone. John had gone to speak with an acquaintance of his, who could shoot the breeze till the end of time.

With a drawn out sigh, Dean lowered himself gingerly onto his bed. He felt more drained than he'd been willing to admit and the silence of the motel room felt like it closed in around him.

"I won the fight," he said to the empty room, imagining the expression that would have been on Sam's face. "Go me..."

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Morganeth Tarendrel