Disclaimer: I once heard that a person died from saying 'no' too much... hahahaha... no I didn't.

A/N: What do I have to say for myself? End of semester and exam times suck! I've had so many final projects, theatre productions, and everything going for me that I've been super stressed these passed few weeks, and haven't had time to write. But that's ok, I was kindda on a downward roll anyways, haha. Hopefully this one shot will help boost it up. I was talking to my friend, and asked her for a story idea. She's the friend named Karlea who the story 'Angst Break' was supposidly about. Anyways, she asked me to write sort of a sequel to that, where it's Dean's turn to do something to a drunken Sam. I ran with it. Haha... Also in this story, assume that Dean did not know what Sam ended up doing to him in 'Angst Break'. Alright, so one last thing... just a little heads up on what I'm working on... I have my story with the person who wrote me my 600th review in it, and I also have a story called 'Fear' which could be good. Added to that I'm going to have out finally the chapter of 'A Windy Story'. Tomorrow is my last day of classes, so I'll be pretty good for time for a couple of days after that.
I talk too much-- enjoy!
(another thing... I may not be posting as much for the next little bit on the mere fact that this site likes to royally mess up my documents when I upload them, and it takes me a decent amount of time to fix it all.)

Title: Revenge of the Brother
Genre: Another horrible shot at my humor.
Summary: Sam celebrates a little too hard after a successful hunt, and Dean decides to have some fun.

Revenge of the Brother

"You're not drunk," Sam squinted towards Dean.

"Yeah dude, I totally am," Dean took another swig back of his beer to prove his words.

Sam grinned sloppily and pulled back his shot of tequila. Curiously the younger brother stared down into the glass, and tried to remember how many he'd had since the brother's came to the bar two hours earlier. The number escaped him however, and he raised his arm up towards the bartender to get another one.

Dean grinned, "If you pass out, I'm leaving your ass here tonight, and you can play hangover hide-and-seek in the morning to try and find me."

Sam let out an all to loud laugh which caused Dean to cringe. Granted he had been drinking for the same amount of time as Sam had been, Dean stuck simply with beer while Sam dug into the hard liquor to celebrate their completion of a hunt. It wasn't an easy one, having lasted a week straight and ending with a pain inducing battle against a spirit who didn't want to leave an old hospital. But it was finally over and after Dean suggested they go to a bar to celebrate, Sam eagerly agreed.

"How's your arm Sam?" Dean questioned as the memories of the battle, and Sam's subsequent injury floated into his mind.

"What arm?"

"The one that's attached to your body," Dean stated.

"Oh, that one!" Sam cried out, and craned his neck awkwardly to look down at the covered laceration on his right arm, "…it's still there."

Dean rolled his eyes as he noted the bandage hadn't bleed through yet, "Dude, how many of those shots have you had?"

Sam gulped down another one and paused in thought, "Umm… what comes after six?"

Dean laughed, "Seven?"

"Right," Sam nodded, "I've had eight."

"Might want to slow down there bud," Dean swiveled on his bar stool, "Why don't you go find some chick and show her--"

A loud burp escaped Sam followed by a high pitched giggle.

"Alright, ax the chick," Dean frowned.

"I can't ax a chick!" Sam hissed, "She isn't possessed or anything."

"I think your IQ just dropped about fifty points Sammy," Dean took another swig of his beer.

"Huh?"

"Nothing," Dean shook his head, "C'mon, we should start back to the hotel before you pass out."

"How?" Sam questioned, "You're drunk. You ate five beers."

Dean helped lift Sam to his feet and winced at the rancid breath, "You helped with them… don't worry."

"I'm sorry," Sam whispered out as he walked crookedly across the bar to the front door.

Dean grinned, "It's ok-- you can pay for the gas. I have to fill up on the way back to the hotel."

Awkwardly Dean helped Sam out the front swinging doors and into the crisp night air. The early April weather was perfect for Michigan and Dean would have loved to linger if it weren't for the fact that Sam was forced to quickly excuse himself to get sick at the side of the building. Hoping he'd give warning if he'd be sick in the car, Dean deposited his little brother in the passenger seat of the Impala, and got into the drivers seat.

"Ready Sammy?" Dean questioned.

"Ready Freddy," Sam grinned followed again by another laugh at a joke that only he seemed to get.

Biting back a retort, Dean started up the car and pulled out of the parking lot. Along the way a plan derived into the older brother's brain. Remembering the time many months ago when Sam had managed to win the bet with Karlee and get twenty dollars from him, Dean now had a satisfying way to return the favor. Pulling into the nearest gas station, Dean looked over at a half passed out Sam.

"Alright Sleeping Beauty, cough up a twenty," Dean spoke, "That should last us until tomorrow."

"Yep," Sam slurred and pulled out his wallet.

Dean had to give his little brother credit on the fact that he actually managed to pull out a twenty from his wallet and hand it to him. With a lingering smile, Dean got out of the car, and put the twenty dollars worth of gas into the car. A few moments later he got back in and started it up, looking with satisfaction at the meter reading just over half a tank now.

"Good job Dean," Sam laughed from the passenger seat, "You pump gas good."

"Oh you're going to have fun in the morning," Dean shook his head with amusement as he pulled out back onto the highway.

"Why?" Sam questioned, "I won't be drunk then."

Dean decided not to comment on this, but continued to drive on in semi silence. Five minutes later the older brother pulled into another gas station.

"Dude, this car sucks with gas!" Dean declared loudly.

"Huh?" Sam snapped to lucidity and looked over at Dean.

"I need another twenty for gas," Dean stated straight faced.

"M'kay," Sam pulled out his wallet again, "But you gotta fix the car tomorrow."

"For sure."

Dean got out of the car, twenty in hand and stood idly by the back of the car for a few moments. Wondering briefly how many more gas stations he could do this with, Dean pocketed the money, and got back into the car. Sam sat slouched in the seat staring in a daze through the window.

"It work?" Sam asked.

"Did what work?"

"The money," Sam struggled to think of the words and put them in the right order, "It got gas this time?"

"Yeah Sammy, we're good," Dean nodded and once again started up the car.

"That's not my name," Sam looked blurry eyed at Dean, "You put too many letters in it. Stop at the first 'm'."

Dean continued to drive on while Sam spoke matter-of-factly about the spelling of his name. Maybe if the younger hunter wasn't such an annoying drunk, or such a talkative drunk, Dean wouldn't have done it, but with a sly grin on his face he pulled into the last gas station before their hotel.

"Wait," the alcohol was clearly starting to leave Sam's system, "You just gots gas, didn't we?"

"No we didn't," Dean shook his head.

Sam eyed Dean, "You're lying."

"Would I lie to you?" Dean flashed a grin.

"I have to go the bathroom," Sam abruptly stated, his eyes widening slightly.

"Alright Jumbo, c'mon," Dean moved swiftly around to the passenger side door, not wanting whatever was going to come out of Sam to come out inside of the car.

Sam stumbled, half clutching into Dean into the small convenience store where they weaved their way to the bathroom. Standing guard at the door, Dean waited to make sure he didn't hear a loud crash of the man falling. A few minutes later Sam emerged looking as if he was going to fall flat on his face.

"Better?" Dean questioned.

"Uh huh…" Sam nodded.

Quickly Dean peeked into the bathroom to make sure that Sam hadn't made any mess that would cause a poor employee there to quit well before his time. Confident that Sam had kept up his stature of cleanliness, he helped him to the car once again. Guilt began to creep into Dean at this point as he decided not to try and pull the trick on him again. By the way Sam's face was turning an interesting shade of green, Dean figured the kid had enough coming to him.

"Y'know Dean…" Sam mumbled as he sat in the passenger seat of the car and Dean stood outside the door.

"Yeah Sam?"

"I-I feel bad," Sam scrunched up his face.

"I know," Dean smiled sympathetically, "You gotta learn your limits Sammy-boy. You can't drink as much as me."

"No, no, no," Sam shook his head, mesmerized momentarily as the world continued to move even after he stopped, "It's 'bout before."

"Before?" Dean continued to stand outside the car staring curiously at Sam.

"Uh huh," Sam nodded, "With Karlee. I knew her Dean. I made her take the bet looooooong before you knew. That's why I won," Sam pulled out his wallet, "Here. You can take back the twenty. I promise."

Dean took the wallet, and closed his eyes briefly, not sure whether to yell and be mad, or laugh his ass off. He chose simply to open the wallet and look at the contents. Sam had managed to win a fair amount of money at a recent poker game Dean convinced him to play on, and so still had a decent amount left. Gingerly Dean took out the twenty Sam 'promised' he could have.

"Oh and Sam?"

"Uh huh?" Sam leaned back against the soft seat.

"I'm going to need to take another twenty for gas."

The End.