Rating remains MA, due to the nature of this story. Sam and Dean have to start dealing with reality and rednecks… in this chapter, they are still going on vacation, but life happens too.

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This story has not been beta'd and is my first, so please keep this in mind when reviewing and reading, this story contains sensitive subjects to include past non-con rape and relationships of the M/M variety...don't like that type of thing? Then don't read this story.

I'm still working out the end, so I am not sure where the next chapters will take us, but I am excited to see how Sam and Dean deal with the continued problems associated with Sam's back and how dealing with that will affect their relationship, is it strong enough to survive reality?

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Chapter 13

Drive-Ins, Rednecks, and a Damaged Impala

Dean shook his head in frustration. There was no way for him to explain to Sam the level of responsibility he felt for Anna and the lengths to which he would go to keep her safe. He felt that same level of commitment to Sam as well, but I just seemed that when he tried to put it into words…they just came out wrong and he looked like an overprotective asshole brother. He inhaled sharply as the frustration build inside of his chest, this just sucks. He thought as he watched Sam's broad back disappear down the hallway back toward their room. H knew that he had just wounded Sam, deeply, and that he was going to have fix that, but he just didn't want to deal with that at the moment. He still had a little sister and some…guy…to deal with.

"Fuck." He muttered as he followed Sam. When he got back to their room it was to find Anna, not Sam waiting just outside their door. She looked up at him with a small smile and reached out with a hand, waiting for him to grasp it gently.

"Dean. I shouldn't have sprung Cas on you, but I just…I like him so much and I just wanted you to like him too." Her smile waivered as Dean stayed quiet.

"He's really sweet and he treats me well." She glanced down and Dean felt his heart strings tug.

He released he hand scrubbed a hand across his face as he pulled in a large breath of air, only to release it very slowly and look up into Anna's soft brown eyes. His own emerald green gaze conflicted as the brother warred with the protector inside his mind. His eyes softened slightly as he came to a decision.

"Okay, Anna I want you to be happy. God knows you deserve it." He paused as he watched a slow grin spread across her face.

"But." He cautioned, and the grin faded instantly, "I want you to double with Sam and I…maybe Saturday. So I can get to know this guy and make up my own mind about him."

Anna quirked her head to the side slightly, "What's wrong with tonight?" she asked.

Dean smiled, slightly. "I already promised Sam something."

The grin came back at megawatt power and she wrapped her arms around Dean's shoulders. "I love you Dean."

He rolled his eyes but returned the hug, "Okay, enough with the never ending chick flick moments, I get them from Sam too often…and we're gonna be late."

She laughed as he reached out to open their door, only to have it pulled out of his fingers as it was thrust open from the inside. Sam was standing there with his pound puppy power eyes, looking for the resolution in Dean's. He must have found what he was looking for, because he grinned and pulled Dean into the room. Dean just wondered if there was going to be any point in their relationship where those damn eyes weren't gonna work on him? He really doubted it.

Dean watched Anna and Cas head out, they were all going to dinner the next night, so that should give Dean some time to learn more about the guy.

Sam was pulling him toward the car now, kinda whining about the fact that they were going to end up behind some giant ass truck and wouldn't be able see the movie anyway.

As much as Dean wanted to go to the movie, with Sam, and he did…he just wasn't really into it at the moment. He just wanted to grab a beer and sit on his bed and brood about a situation that he really had no control over….and it sucked…big time!

"Dean…let's go." Sam said as he grabbed the handle to the passenger side of the car.

"We are going Sam." Dean answered in a clipped tone.

Sam's eyes narrowed, "Dean. You promised me a good time, and I don't want to deal with 'broody pissed off Dean' all night so…just stop."

"Fuck Sam, it's not like I can turn this shit off. I'm not a machine." He said in irritation as he slid the key into the lock and opened the driver's door, leaning over to unlock Sam's side.

Sam blew out a breath, "I'm not saying you are. But Dean, this is supposed to be fun."

Dean looked over at the concerned pair of blue-green eyes that were waiting for him to respond and pushed his feelings down so that he could give Sam what he wanted. He plastered a big fake smile on and cranked the engine of the car, sliding it easily into drive and then pulling out his space.

It took about twenty minutes to get to the drive-in and the 'fake' smile never left Dean's face. He cranked the music, so that Sam would be discouraged from talking to him. Dean knew that Sam was throwing concerned glances in his direction the whole drive, but he refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he wasn't really handling this too well.

The line of cars wasn't too bad when they got to the entrance; Dean paid for the both of them, and pulled into the slowly darkening parking lot, looking for an empty space that would work them. He finally spotted one a few spaces over from the concession area, he pulled into the space measuring so the speaker would reach his window.

"I'm going to go get us some popcorn, any requests?" Sam asked as grabbed his wallet and threw his door open.

"Licorice…and regular soda." He said.

"That's just disgusting Dean." Sam mumbled as he rolled his eyes in response to the requests that he already knew that Dean would make.

"You asked dude." Dean retorted as he went to the trunk to pull the quilt out and the pillows that they had thrown in.

"Yeah…" Sam said and walked away.

Dean was busy in the trunk and didn't immediately notice that a enormous truck was trying to pull into the 'too small' space next to Dean's car. The guy misjudged and got too close to the Impala so that when he and his buddies threw open the doors on the drives side, they slammed into Dean's baby leaving dents in the doors.

"What the fuck man!" Dean yelled as he came around the corner at the crash.

"Stupid fucking old car is too big for these spaces, you should'a parked at the back." The guy laughed at his own joke, as his friends came around front of the truck snorting with laughter as well.

"Are freaking serious right now?" Dean seethed, "You just hit my fucking car asshole."

The guy stopped laughing then and stepped up to Dean, his friends falling in behind him like little soldiers. It was obvious to Dean that this was not their first rodeo, they had obviously done this shit before, and they were big. Really freaking big, but the guy had disrespected the Impala, and that just didn't happen in Dean Winchester's world.

He threw the first punch and had the satisfaction of hearing the guys nose crunch with the impact.

The guys friends were quick to jump in, one coming from behind Dean and slamming him in the back with something really hard, crowbar Dean thought as his vision swam momentarily. He heard the guy drop the bar after one hit and then felt him pin Dean's arms behind his back as truck guy slammed his meaty fists into Dean's ribcage, one, two, three times and then he shifted and threw a punch at Dean's face. He only landed the one punch, but it was a really fucking good one, and the fact that Dean's pretty sure he had a mild concussion, due to swimming thoughts and inability to string coherent thoughts together.

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"What the fuck dude!" Sam's voice cut through the group like a hot knife through butter. He had walked back just in time to see the guy through a punch into Dean's left eye, while another douche bag held his arms. He saw Dean's eyes rolling slightly as he tried to focus on the guy in front of him.

Sam felt the anger rage to life as his sharp eyes took in the scene in front of him, a crowbar on the ground, blood running down Dean's neck from the back of his head, and the bruise's that were already starting to purple on his handsome face.

If someone has asked him to explain what had happened next Sam wouldn't have been able to tell them with any certainty. He remember sending his fists into the guy he had seen hit Dean, and he remembered going after each of the other guys in turn, but that was really it. The rest of the fight was fuzzy, he just let instinct take over along with his training. It had never occurred to him that he could reinjure his back, he just…reacted. He knew that had they not "cheap-shotted" Dean, then he could have taken care of the redneck assholes on his own. But when you got hit in the head with iron…it just kinda scrambles the eggs.

He looked around at the four guys lying in the dirt, "Stay the hell away from this drive-in. I see you here again, and you won't walk away." He snarled as he knelt down next to Dean. He reached carefully for Dean's head pulling his eyes toward his own, looking for the blown pupil, that was a sure sign of concussion. Sam was disappointed when he saw that the left one was definitely not responding to the decreasing light in the area.

"Hey kid, you two okay." A kind looking elderly man had stepped up next to Sam, looking down at Dean in concern.

Dean rolled his eyes toward Sam's, "S'mmy…?"

"Yeah Dean…it's me. You taken on odds at four to one now?" Sam asked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Hit m' b'by." Dean mumbled and started trying to sit up.

"Whoa, Dean. I think we should get you checked out."

"No..h'sptal." Dean replied with finality.

"Son, I think that might be good idea, they gottcha pretty good."

Dean's face lolled in the man's direction as he answered, "Had en'gh h'sptals…fer a lf'time." He slurred.

Sam nodded his understanding, "I'll try and talk to him on the way home." Sam reassured the older man.

The guy looked at the four men that were started to come-to, "You want me to call the police?"

Sam glared in their direction, "No. I think they got the message, thank you sir."

The man nodded and shuffled away.

Sam got to his knees and struggled trying to Dean up, Dean bit his teeth in pain as he straightened up, immediately bending back over into a fetal position.

Sam crouched next to him, "Dean…you sure you don't need a hospital."

Dean groaned, "Na…just bed r'st." His speech was clearing slightly, but he was still hunched over as he started coughing, blood speckling the ground as Sam watched in horror.

TBC…

Author's Note: No date with Dean Winchester was going to end well if the Impala was damaged. So this is what could happen with a dent in the Impala, a crowbar, and a few redneck assholes. Don't want it to get too mushy. J Still to come, Fiji.