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Chapter 11

"You just let me know if you think you're gonna up chuck and I'll pull over." Dean said not looking at his brother. Sam's head wobbled as he turned to stare daggers at the driver.

"'S yourf'lt," he slurred. The elder brother chanced a look over at the younger man with a scowl etched on his face.

"What?"

"'S yourf'lt. If you hd'nt sh'wedup I'd've been withher. I c'uld've s'vedher."

"Or you could have died along with her," Dean responded curtly.

Sam raised his shoulders at an attempt to shrug,"atl'st I'd be withher."

"Don't talk like that Sam."

"I've g't n'thin now."

"That's not true."

"I've now'fe, nojob, noh'use. It's allg'ne. I w'uld've been fine if you'd justh've l'ft me al'ne."

"Sam-"

"I HATEY'U!"

Dean's eyes snapped over to the passenger where they met with a half closed stern hazel glare.

"You can hate me all you want, but that doesn't change anything."

The rest of the car ride was silent between the brothers, and remained that way until Dean pulled the Impala into parking lot of a motel located off the freeway. The older man unhooked his seatbelt then turned to face his now semiconcious sibling.

"I'm gonna go check us in, I'll be right back." Without waiting for a response, he popped out of the car and closed the door behind them. A few minutes later, the passenger side door was being opened and Sam was being unbuckled and tugged from his seat in the same manner Dean had got him to the car from the bar. The elder Winchester walked his sibling down the hall, stopped in front of the room numbered 113, unlocked it with one of the keys given to him, and shouldered the door open. He wasted no time in getting his brother to one of the vacant beds and plopped him down on the multicolored floral comforter. Sam swayed but managed to keep himself upright while Dean grabbed one of the cups the motel supplies for their guests and filled it with water.

"Here," he replied handing it to Sam. He kept one of his own hands on it as well in case his drunk sibling didn't have a firm enough grip. The younger brother tried to shove it away, but the older man insisted and pushed it towards Sam's mouth, "no Sam come on. Drink." Reluctantly Sam obeyed downing a quarter of the water before deciding he was done. Dean took the cup and placed it on the nightstand. "Keep drinking that."

"D'nt tellme wh't tdo D'n." He paused for a moment. "'M notsh'ring a roomwith you," he growled.

"Don't worry, I got my own room. Water's here, I'm leaving you a motel room key on the nightstand next to your water, I've moved the garbage can next to your bed, and I'll leave a light on so you don't kill yourself trying to get to the bathroom. Get some rest Sammy." Dean gently pushed Sam so that he flopped over onto the bed. He mumbled something inaudible back at his sibling but Dean didn't pay any attention to it. He simply flipped on the light in the front entrance and left the room. It wasn't long before Sam closed his eyes and with his head still spinning, he finally managed to drift off to sleep.

His dreams were once again consumed by fire, Jessica's body pinned to the ceiling with a look of horror and shock in her eyes and her body twisted in an unnatural position. Even as her lips were formed in a frozen O, he could hear her, "Why? Why Sam?" The fire engulfed her and drew nearer to him as her words echoed on a loop.

Sam woke with a start, struggling to obtain the air required to breath properly, causing him to gasp and pant. His hazel eyes stared up at the ceiling of the motel room. Much like it had been before he had fallen asleep, his vision was blurred and spinning. Within seconds of his eyes being open, Sam rolled over onto his side and leaned over the bed where he emptied his stomach into the waste basket. When he finished, he wiped his mouth and collapsed back onto his back. He closed his eyes trying to will the spinning to stop, but it was short lived as a buzzing sound brought Sam back to awareness. He opened them again and looked over at the entrance of the room where he saw the entrance way dancing in and out of darkness. He stared at it, waiting for the flickering and buzzing to stop. When it didn't, he huff and swung his legs around, placing his shoe covered feet onto the floor. Slowly as to not send him puking again, he pushed himself up until he was more or less standing, wobbling as he did. Using the bed and any other sturdy surface he could find, along with the walls as a means to help him around, Sam brought himself to stand in front of the buzzing flickering light. He reached a long arm up and tapped the bulb a few times with his fingertip, resulting in nothing. He frowned up at it and stretched across the way to flip on the bathroom light while firmly gripping the doorway with his other hand. He hit the switch and the light grew in brightness, and then flickered.

"What the-"

The young man spun to look behind him, causing him to throw his free hand to the other side of the doorway to catch himself so that he stood in the frame. He could feel a chill run down his spine and although he couldn't see anyone, he felt as though someone was nearby watching him.

"Hello?"

He stood in the silence for a bit longer as the lights continued to hum and flicker. Sam let out a breath and was shocked to see it visibly collide with the air. It wasn't cold, or at least he hadn't thought it was. Several glasses of Bourbon and an empty stomach will do that to a person. All of the sudden, the lights in both the entrance and the bathroom fell silent and still. He looked up, his jaw dropping open slightly as he felt his heartbeat quicken. He let out another breath, this time on purpose and the results were the same.

Then he saw it. He wasn't sure what it was, but he could make out what appeared to be the thin outline of a figure. Details were a bit hazy, but after a while he was able to identify it as a human figure. Sam watched as it glided closer, flickering in and out similar to how the lights had only seconds earlier. It drew closer and closer until it was right in front of him, and then as quickly as it had came, it was gone.

A/n: Thank you for reading! I know this was a short chapter, but the next one is longer I promise.

Guest: You are very correct that Sam needs to stop hanging around with Brady. He's a terrible influence and is no friend at all to him. I'm glad you liked the fight scene and that you're glad that Dean won. Yes, Sam really does need his big brother, hopefully he sees that in the near future. I'm always very excited to hear that you're excited to see what happens next! I love hearing from you! Any ideas what's going on here? :-)