Wow, I'm amazed at the response I've received so far for this story. Thank you all so much! You all rock! Here is the next chapter. Hope you enjoy.

Cindy.

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Dean sat at a picnic table at the park across the street from the motel, his eyes glued to the motel room door that hid his brother from view. Neither man had spoken to each other since the day before when Sam had revealed that he had made a deal with a demon. Sam had clammed up after that talk, refusing to discuss it anymore and Dean had refused to talk about anything but the deal. Sam had just two and a half days left and Dean couldn't even look at him without wanting to kick his ass and pull him into a protective embrace all at the same time.

"Damn stupid ass little brothers!" Dean muttered to himself as he dragged his hand over his tired, stubbled face.

Dean flinched when the motel room door opened and the tall figure of his brother emerged into the sunlight. Sam looked around then paused when his eyes found Dean. He stuck his hands in his jeans pockets and began to trudge in Dean's direction, his shoulders slumped and head hanging down, long hair covering his eyes. Sam reached the picnic table and swung a long leg over the bench then sat down with a sigh.

"Hey," he said quietly, his eyes peering nervously at Dean through his chocolate fringe.

"Hey," Dean replied as he clasped his hands together and set them on the tabletop.

"Dean…we gotta talk to each other man," Sam said, sitting straight to look his brother in the eyes.

"We'll talk Sam. Tell me about the deal," Dean said, his gaze locked with Sam's.

Sam lowered his eyes and shook his head dejectedly. "I can't Dean. I told you…I can't reveal any part of the deal."

"Yeah…that's what you said Sam. I still want to know," Dean shot angrily.

"Do you want me to lose, Dean? Is that what you want?" Sam cried, his wide eyes pleading with Dean to understand.

"Lose what? I don't even know what you'll lose, Sam! I mean, what could be worse than going to hell!?" Dean cried back.

"I didn't make the rules Dean. I just can't tell you. I'm sorry…" Sam said softly, his eyes falling back to the ground.

"I can't believe how stupid you are, Sam! After everything I told you…knowing what's going to happen to you and you still made a deal? For what!? To protect me…to protect the world from you? God Sam…you didn't need to do this. You're not evil…you'll never be evil. Why can't you see that? I can't watch you die again Sam…I can't…" Dean cried, tears of frustration and fear leaking from his eyes.

Sam swallowed and blinked back his own tears. "Then don't Dean. I don't want you to see it. I saw you when…uh…I don't want you to go through that…"

"You should have thought about that before you made the fuckin' deal! Two days Sam. In two days I have to see you ripped to shreds, and for what? All because of something that might happen? It's bullshit!" Dean cried as he jumped up from the picnic table and slammed his fist down onto the wooden surface.

Sam jumped at Dean's violent outburst and watched as his brother shook his head, turned and stormed away. Sam stood and hurried after his pissed off sibling. He grasped Dean's shoulder when he reached him, squeezing gently in an attempt to halt him.

"Dean…please…" Sam started.

Dean swung around, fist ready, face red with anger. His body shook as he reined in his temper and lowered his arm. "Don't Sam…" he warned.

"If you want to hit me Dean then hit me. If it makes you feel better…do it. I deserve it, Dean…" Sam said softly.

"It doesn't make me feel better, Sam! It makes me feel like shit! Just…leave me alone," Dean replied as he turned away from Sam again.

"Dean…can we just not fight? I don't want our last days together to be like this. What's done is done…can we just make the best of the time we have left? Please?" Sam pled, his soft voice cracking with emotion.

Dean stopped and lowered his chin to his chest. He took a deep breath before replying.

"You made your bed Sam and now you're gonna have to lie in it. I can't pretend for the next two days that everything is hunky dorey 'cause it's not. You're gonna die Sam…horribly. You're gonna die and I have no idea why…" he said then turned to look at Sam over his shoulder before slowly walking away.

Sam stared after his brother, his heart sinking further with each step Dean took away from him. He wiped absently at the tears on his cheeks then turned and walked back toward the motel. Once at the room's door he reached for the handle but stopped, his fingers barely kissing the cool metal surface. He hung his head and pulled his hand away then turned toward downtown. He cast one more glance Dean's way, his brother just a speck on the horizon now, before slowly walking across the parking lot, no destination in mind.

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Dean returned to the motel room several hours later. He unlocked the door and pushed into the room, fully expecting to see Sam either at his computer or curled up on his bed. He didn't expect to come back to an empty room. He opened the door and peered outside, his eyes sweeping over the park and the street that led to downtown. Sam was nowhere to be seen and Dean immediately felt a pang of panic sweep over him. He pulled out his cell phone and punched in Sam's speed dial number, impatiently tapping his foot as he listened to the phone ring. He let out the breath he had been holding when the call was answered, relief washing through him until he realized the voice on the other end of the line was not Sam's.

"Hello?" the soft female voice queried.

"Who the hell is this? Where's Sam?" Dean spat into his phone.

"Uh…Sam's a little out of it right now. Who's this?" the woman replied.

"This is his brother. What do you mean he's out of it?" Dean shot as he moved to the Impala.

"He's wasted. Look…you better get here. He took some guys for quite a bit of cash and they aren't too happy about it. They're eyeing him pretty close and they are not the nicest guys," the woman explained, her voice hushed and full of worry.

"Where are you?" Dean queried as he backed away from the motel.

"Ed's Place on Main," the woman replied.

"I know where it is. I'll be there in five," Dean shot then flipped his phone shut. "Shit Sammy…what is it with you?" he whispered to himself.

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The tall redhead shook the barely conscious young man urgently, her eyes staring over his shoulder at the two advancing men. She couldn't bare to see this young man get hurt. He'd been nice to her. He'd treated her with respect, something she wasn't used to and she was going to do everything in her power to help him.

"Sam…Sam wake up. You've gotta get outa' here…" she pled frantically.

Sam turned bleary eyes on the pretty woman and smiled warmly, his soft eyes melting her heart even further. "Hey Anshie…whasup?" he slurred softly.

Before the woman could reply, Sam was ripped off his barstool and spun around. He was slammed against the bar, the breath being forced from his lungs with the impact. His head dropped to his chest but soon he was staring up into two pissed off faces when a hand tangled in his hair and jerked his head back.

"Jack…leave him alone! He can't defend himself! He's just a kid for God's sake…" the woman cried as she tried to pull the muscle bound man off of Sam.

"Back off Angie, unless you want some of what this little prick is gonna get!" Jack hissed, pushing the redhead and causing her to stumble backward.

"Heeeyyyy…that washn't nice. You don' push ladies…" Sam slurred as he tried to push to his feet.

"Shut the fuck up asshole!" Jack spat as he wrenched Sam's head back further.

"Take it outside guys before I call the cops!" the bartender shouted from behind the bar.

"Gladly!" Jack called then yanked Sam away from the bar by his hair.

"Owwww! That hur's…" Sam cried as Jack and the other man dragged him toward the back of the bar.

They pushed through the back door and pulled Sam outside, the door slamming behind them, leaving Angie to watch after them in a panic. She spun around a few moments later when the front door opened and an agitated man hurried into the bar, his eyes sweeping frantically over the room. She rushed up to him and grasped his arm, pulling his attention away from his search.

"Are you Sam's brother? Are you Dean?" she queried urgently.

"Are you the one I spoke to? Where's my brother? Where's Sammy?" Dean shot back in reply.

"I-I'm Angie. I'm sorry…I tried to stop them…" the woman cried.

Dean grabbed the woman's arms and pulled her close. "Angie…calm down. Tried to stop who? Where's Sammy!?"

"Jack and Buddy…the drug him out back! You need to hurry before they kill him!" Angie cried.

Dean let go of the crying woman and stormed across the bar, shooting the bartender a threatening glare as he passed. He crashed through the back door with a furious yell. Someone was hurting his brother and there was going to be hell to pay.

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Sorry if the drunk Sam was lame, don't really know how to write shitfaced lingo. LOL Okay, I hope you enjoyed that. Oh, and you know how I said this wasn't a deathfic? Well, as some of you may already know, when I say that I mean that both Winchesters will be alive at the end of the story. Just so you know. Reviews are like chocolate easter bunnies, just can't get enough of them.

Cindy.