Here's another chapter! Thank you for the kind review! :D This is my first Teenchester fic so I hope I am doing good with it. Anyways Enjoy :)
Dean woken up several minutes later after being knocked out when he smacked the light pole. He looked around inside the car, noticed the glass on the passenger side was smashed with glass in the seat. He sighed, thankfully his driver side window had been rolled down. As he continued to look around he notices the smoke coming from the impala, He wanted to cry but the pain in his wrist preventing him too. Dean opened the door, stepping out then stood nearby.
Inspecting the impala, The passenger side door was dented badly it would have been impossible to open it if he had tried, and the front hood looked like a twisted heap of metal. He looked down on the ground and noticed alot of shattered glass, no doubt it came from the busted head lights.
Dean closed his eyes and cursed under his breath "I am so fucking screwed." He wanted to yell, scream or something but his head and stomach was preventing him to. Suddenly, Dean felt a bit sick from the booze mostly, he ran over to the other side of the car and thrown up in the grass. After throwing up a couple of times he glanced back at his once beautiful car and sighed. There was no way he could drive that now.
He looked around and pondered for a moment thinking of what to do. Should he leave the car there and let someone pick it up then again, he wouldn't risk anyone finding the arsenal in the trunk. He sighed looking up at the sky, for the first time he was lost. His green eyes was sad, his face was mixed with alot of emotions and wonders how he would get himself out of this one.
Doomed was the word he would to describe the trouble he was in. Now its a matter of keeping it from John Winchester. Dean had no choice but to leave the car and walk home. Hopefully he can call the tow truck in the morning and have them pick it up he thought. Dean walks down the street still feeling the pain in his wrist, He had hope that he didn't sprain or broken it.
It wasn't a long walk to the house because he had been a block away when the accident happened. Dean walked up to the door and went inside. He still felt sick, his head was hurting so was his wrist as he went upstairs. In that moment he felt ill again and ran into the bathroom, vomiting his guts up.
The noise was so loud that Sam heard it from his room, The younger brother came out to the hall and opened the door of the bathroom, noticing Dean on his knees, retching and puking what was left in his stomach. "Dean! are you okay?" Sam ran over to his older brother, he really looked sick, sweating from his forehead, not to mention how pale he was. Sam grabbed a wash cloth, wetting it then he put it on Dean's forehead while watching him vomit some more. He could clearly smell the booze from his breath then made a face.
"You've been drinking tonight Dean? You're drunk?" Sam questioned him but it was more of a statement than a question. Of course Dean was drunk, His breath smelled puke and smelly gym socks. Dean held his head while still hoovering over the toilet as he looked over at his brother. "I think I had to much to drink Sammy. I'll be alright." Sam reached over and noticed that Dean's wrist was red and swelling up. He gasp with a look of horror "Dean! what happened tonight?"
"I had an accident Sammy, please don't call dad okay. I'll explain in the morning." With that he leaned over and puked again and again. His older brother must have been puking half the night because it was 2 am by the time he was done. Sam helped his older brother go into the bedroom and laid him down then took his shoes and jacket off him then sighed wonders to himself how did his older sibling get into this shape? The most important question was what happened tonight. He was gonna find some answers in the morning but for now, Dean needed to sleep the booze off.
The next morning, Sam was making some oatmeal, hoping Dean would be able to eat the food. He wasn't sure what a hangover would do but he had heard that when you have one, any food can make you sick. Setting the bowls on a tray, he carried it upstairs to the bedroom, setting it down on the nightstand nearby his bed. Dean came into the room looking like a hot mess. Sam wasn't impress in fact he was a bit mad at his older brother for doing something entirely stupid.
Sam sat on the bed and watched Dean sitting down on his bed, He waited a few moments then spoke up "I made us some oatmeal Dean?" Sam stated in a dry tone. He wasn't in the mood to smile or anything as he stared over at his brother. Dean made a face as he covered his mouth "Oh god, I can't even look at that Sammy. It be a miracle if I can keep anything down today."
Sam sighed and nodded he wanted some answers to what happened the night before and he was getting it. "Dean you have to snap out of it somehow we have to get to school" Sam reminded him as he wasn't in the mood to hear his complaining.
"I can't go, I'm far to sick, and I have to deal with my car." That did it for his younger brother, He was gonna ask what happened and didn't care if Dean tries to shut him out. Something was bothering Dean and it was time to come clean.
"Alright, what happened last night Dean? and your wrist? It's looks bad." Dean wanted to fend off the questions but he was too tired to argue plus he did need the little geeks help he thought to himself
"I gotten into an accident last night with my impala" Sam face fell when he put two and two together and realized what caused it.
"Oh my god Dean please tell me you weren't drunk driving!?"
Dean nodded his head, he felt ashamed and embarrassed that this happened. Worst of all he felt like he let his dad down again. "Yea, I did Sam, try and calm down. I am fine, Just the car is not. I took my eyes off the road for a minute and there was another car coming right at me, I didn't realize I was driving on the left side lane, Next thing I know I smacked the light pole." Sam face was getting redder, he could tell his younger brother was ready to pounce his idoit older brother for being so stupid.
Sam stood up fast on his feet and started shouting "What the hell Dean!? Are you crazy! No wait, you're an idiot! How could you be so..You could have killed yourself Dean or someone else! Have you lost whats left of your mind!?" Sam voice dripped with upset and anger as he shouted. Dean lowered his head he hated being scolded by his younger brother, but he was right.
"Yes, I know what I did was dumb geek boy, you don't have to remind me. I am fine I just have to find a way to keep this from dad is all." Sam scoffed "Well, what I should do is go straight to dad and tell him what you did!" Sam spat out. The kid was livid, He loved his brother more than anything in the world and for him to do something so stupid made him madder by the minute.
"Sam, calm down okay, Listen you can't tell him alright. I just need a way to get the car fix before he gets home in a couple of days, With your help."
Sam had to let out an angry chuckle "Right, you come home at one in the morning, drunk as ever, puking your guts up after you killed your car because you were DRIVING FREAKING DRUNK!" Sam shouting was so loud it rattled the windows a bit.
"Look I screwed up Sammy I am sorry!" Sam wanted to punch the crap out of Dean, but instead he went to get his books off the desk while speaking in a low tone "I'm going to school Dean, this is your mess you clean it up."
With that Sam went out to the hallway only to be stopped by his older and yes desperate brother. "Sammy please, stop and think about this. Come on lets talk alright." Sam sighed as he was lead back into the bedroom. Dean sat Sam down in one of the chairs, He got the other and sat across from him.
"Sammy, I screwed up in a bad way I know that and I am sorry, I get that you are pissed and I deserve it, I do, But I need you right now to help me get out of this mess" Dean was pleading for Sam to help him. He looked up noticing the panic and fear in his brothers green eyes and sighed
"No Dean, you want me to save you from a major ass beating from dad." Sam snapped. He did have the right to be angry at him although part of his mind he really didn't want to see Dean in so much trouble.
"Yea, okay fine I do, Also I don't want to see the look in dads eyes when he finds out how bad I mess up. That look he gives us when his disappointed? Hell, he doesn't have to say it all he has to do is look at you and it-" Dean sniffed a bit as he felt the tears in his eyes welling up. "Look Sammy, I can clean your side of the room for a month and help you with your chores, anything alright I just need your help please I am begging you."
Sam sat there in silence for a moment, he really didn't want to see Dean get a spanking he hated witnessing or even hearing it. He sighed and spoke "I don't know why but I'll help you, You so owe me big for this" Dean smiled and hugged his little brother tightly then winced from the pain in his wrist. "Dean, I really think you should have that looked at?"
Dean nodded and spoke "Yea, you're right. Maybe we can swing by at the hospital somewhere but not in this town. I gotta make a call and have my Baby towed to an auto body shop."
Sam looked up and spoke "Wait, Dean what if they look in the trunk and see the arsenals?" Dean sighed and wonders how they could get by without someone checking the trunk. He hopes noone would check it if they did..They both would be so doomed.
Uhoh looks like Dean got Sammy to help him. Does that spell trouble for the young kid too? Please send feedback and let me know what you think. :)