Sorry that this update is so short! But we're getting towards the end of the story now so updates will be shorter with more cliffies! I don't know exactly how I'm going to end this yet, but I do have a general idea. So it all depends on if you guys want me to keep going once I end it and I might make a sequel or a few more chapters. It's up to you! Oh yea, and if any of you read my story Breaking Point could you please leave a review letting me know what you think I should do to Dean?? I need your help! Thanks! On with the chapter!

Dean had healed incredibly well. He was up walking on his own in a matter of days and refused help for the most part. Sam had been cleaning his wounds and bandaging them up and saw how well they were healing. He would still for sure have scars and the burns would bother him for a while but it wasn't as bad as it could have been. The burns were not as red anymore and the skin grafts were taking well to Dean's skin. The parts of Dean's back that didn't have skin grafts over them were now scabbing and had stopped sealing which was a good sign.

Dean returned to the new community college he had been attending two weeks after the incident. The whole time he was recovering he was calling and getting calls from someone and from what Sam heard from the conversations it sounded like his brother was talking to a girl he met at school. Sam wanted to ask so badly but he didn't press. Dean would tell him in his own time when he felt comfortable. Sam really hoped that if Dean did like this girl he would at least get a chance with her. His brother was an amazing guy and he deserved a great girl to spend his life with.

But at the moment his brother was really starting to get on his nerves. Ever since Jess had heard about the supernatural she had become increasingly interested with it and that was the last thing Sam wanted. And Dean was not helping the tiniest bit. He was actually making it worse. He would take Jess out for shooting practice and teach her Latin. All he wanted was a normal life, was that so hard to ask?

Sam finally had enough and had confronted Dean about it.

"I'm just getting her ready incase something does come for her or us or if she sees something. It's just for precautions. I'm not training her to be a hunter or anything Sammy, chill out." Dean had told him with a wave of his hand.

"That's what I'm worried about Dean. If you keep on teaching her this stuff she might like it a little too much and she might want to become a hunter." Sam explained.

"Well, that's her decision then. Nothing you can do about that." Dean said and realized he had said the wrong thing right after the words cam out of his mouth. "Sammy I didn't…" He started but was interrupted by an angry Sam.

"I can't believe you! You want to put her in that kind of danger??" Sam seethed

"Of course not Sammy! Geeze you know I would never put her or you in danger! I'm protecting her by teaching her! Not putting her in harms way! Maybe you should try it because it seems like you're the one that doesn't want to help protect her from this stuff!" Crap, why couldn't he stop talking??

"You think I don't want to protect my fiancé! Maybe I would have the chance if you weren't always with her! She's my fiancé not yours so stop…." Sam sighed and shook his head. Unlike Dean, he knew when to stop talking when he started saying things he didn't mean. "Look never mind, I didn't mean that, I'm just so stressed right now Dean. I just got to get out of the house for a while okay? I'll be at the diner down the street if you need me." Sam told him and went to grab his wallet off of the table.

"Alright Sammy." Dean said right before Sam slammed the door shut. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Maybe they both just needed some time to themselves. Dean was just glad Jess was out shopping right now and she didn't have to hear any of this.

Dean put his glasses back on and sighed. He'd sit down and do some of his homework for a while, wait for Sammy to chill out.

Sam trudged down the street and into the diner. Man, he didn't know why he had blown up like that. Dean was saying some pretty aggravating things back there, but he was just trying to prove a point. Maybe the past events of the last year were just catching up with him. Man, he needed to unwind just a little bit, to calm his mind.

Sam eyed the bar with a longing. He and Jess hadn't had a drink since Dean came to live with them. He knew drinking put Dean on the edge and scared him. Their father always drank a lot and Sam figured the beating were worse when his father was drunk. Dean confirmed that thought when he told Sam a couple of months ago. Sam never saw Dean drink and knew that their father's alcoholism made Dean never touch a drop of alcohol.

So Sam and Jess had stopped drinking anything with alcohol in it. Not that they drank a lot, they barley drank at all. Sam only when he was out with friends and Jess drank even less. In fact, Jess had sworn that she would never drink again, 'it isn't good for you' she told Sam.

Sam hadn't had a drink since Dean came back but he figured it wouldn't hurt to have a couple of beers while he was here. He wouldn't get drunk or anything, it would just calm him down. And plus, Dean wasn't here, Dean would never find out. It would be fine.

Dean threw down his pencil and slammed his book shut. He just could not concentrate when Sam was mad at him like this. He needed to apologize to him. Dean went and grabbed his own wallet and left a note for Jess saying where he was at and left after locking up the apartment.

As he was walking there he decided that he would tell Sammy about the girl he has been talking to the last few weeks. It was a girl he had met in one of his classes that sat behind him. She tapped him on the shoulder just to tell him he dropped his pencil and she picked it up for him. Dean had thanked her and her eyes had grown huge when she saw his face and blushed. Dean had been surprised that she found him attractive and he started a simple conversation asking her what classes she was taking. Soon they were in a full blown conversation and found out they had a lot in common. They just seemed to click and they exchanged phone numbers to help each other with homework. However, all of their phone calls quickly got off topic and they would jabber on for hours. Dean really wanted to ask Cassie out, but he wanted his brother's advice and support first.

Dean entered the diner and looked around for his brother in the booths. When he didn't see him he was about to cross the bar and check the bathroom when he stopped.

Sam was sitting at the bar with an empty beer glass in his hand asking the bartender to fill it up. Dean's heart started racing and his breathing quickened dramatically.

It's Sammy. Sammy wouldn't hurt you. He'd never hurt you, he loves you. Dean tried thinking to himself but it didn't help at all. Sam was drinking, and drinking led to hateful screams and beatings, horrible, horrible beatings.

Sam looked his way and spotted Dean and waved, before realizing that he had a beer glass in his hand. Shit!! Sam cursed silently and put his glass down as he slowly walked over to Dean.

"Dean, it's not what it looks like. I was just having a couple of beers. I wasn't going to get drunk or anything." Sam told him gently but Dean was shaking his head violently. When Sam reached out for him Dean pulled away with a scream.

"No...no…you're going to hurt me! Alcohol makes people crazy! Please don't! Go away!!" Dean whimpered and suddenly he sounded so young and hurt, like this whole year of progress had just gone down the drain.

"Dean, please. I'd never hurt you." Sam told him and reached out and touched his shoulder. Sam realized that was the wrong move a second too late.

Dean screamed and pulled away violently running into the bathroom.

What the hell?? Sam thought shocked. Why had that gesture make Dean react so violently??

John smiled as he followed the young girl down the alley. Sam and Dean might not be here anymore. But he knew a way to get them here. He remembered that this girl was one of their friends. And if she suddenly died, then they would fly on over here to her funeral now wouldn't they?? Then her could finally get Sam and kill the sickening demon spawn, he'd be after the right son this time.

The girl bounced down the alley. She took this alley as a shortcut to her apartment. But today she would find out that going down a dark deserted alley would cost herself her life.

Once she was halfway down the alley John grabbed her and pinned her against the wall. He was glad he had his hunter instincts so the girl didn't hear him until the last minute, when it was too late.

"I'm willing to bargain with you." He told her while putting a hand over her mouth to keep her from talking. "You tell me where your little friends Sam and Dean Winchester moved out to and I'll spare you your life. Oh yea, scream and you'll die." He slowly removed his hand just enough so she could talk.

"You….you're that psychotic father that broke in and wanted to kill Dean aren't you?? You think I'm just going to let you find him and kill him?? You're crazy!!" She spat.

"Wrong answer pretty girl." He smirked and with a single motion, he swung the knife that was in his right hand and sliced her head off.

John stared proudly at his work and then called the cops to report a murder before throwing his phone out. The sooner Sam got here, the better.

Sam followed Dean into the bathroom and saw Dean rush into a stall. He heard the door lock and Sam sighed.

"Dean. Please listen to me. I'm your brother Dean. I would never ever hurt you. I was just going to have a couple beers to unwind, that's all. I was just stressed out. I wasn't going to get drunk. Even if I did get drunk, I'd just be tripping all over myself and acting stupid, I would not get angry drunk Dean like dad. Not everyone get angry when they get drunk like him, not everyone hurts people. I wasn't drunk anyway Dean, you know I wouldn't do that. I love you Dean, you know that right? I want you to trust me; I thought we had this down." Sam told Dean, not expecting him to be listening but was surprised when he heard the door unlock and it slowly opened.

Sam was greeted with the sight of Dean standing there with bloodshot eyes behind his glasses. Sam noted that there was no tear streaks down his face and realized that Dean must have been trying so hard not to cry anymore. He looked up at Sam with eyes that begged not to be harmed. He could tell that Dean was trying to believe Sam so much, trying to believe that Sam would never hurt him.

"He would grab me right there." Dean said suddenly.

"What??" Sam asked

"He would grab me right there." Dean repeated but pointed at his shoulder, where Sam had touched him before. "When he was drunk he would grip it so hard to keep me from moving and punch me in the face. I'd fall down and then he'd grab my shoulder again and keep hitting me, over and over." Dean took a shaky breath. "I'm sorry I acted like that, it's just I saw you drinking and then you grabbed my shoulder and I just freaked. I thought you would hurt me like he did, I should have known better."

"Oh Dean." Sam sighed and pulled his brother in for a gentle hug. He was relieved when Dean hugged him back, he trusted him. "I was just touching your shoulder to offer comfort Dean, not to hurt you."

"I know. I'm sorry." Dean mumbled

"It's okay Dean, no need to apologize." Sam told him. Before Sam could say anything else of comfort his cell phone rang. He pulled out of the hug and grabbed his phone.

"It's Jess." He told Dean and flipped it open.

"Hey Jess, what's going on?" Sam asked her and his expression quickly changed from happiness to horror. "We'll be home right away."

Dean looked at Sam with worry written all over his features. "Sammy, what's wrong?" He asked standing up straight, his big brother tone now back.

"Jess just got a call from a friend back at Stanford." He said, his tone dead. "Sandy was just found dead."