It was about 2 am when Dean stumbled into the motel room he shared with his little brother. Well first he spend about five minutes trying to unlock the door and then he stumbled into said motel room, drunk and more angry that usual.
The last 24 hours had really been pure misery for Dean and that wasn't even describing their latest failure of a hunt or how off his little brother had been behaving lately. Tonight alone he'd been rejected by five different girls, been in two brawls, kicked out of a total of four bars and when he finally finally found a girl who was interested it showed out just to be a coy to make her boyfriend jealous. So yeah Dean was tired and he was pissed.
Yet it seemed to be nothing compared to the rage that boiled his blood when he stepped into their room and clicked on the light.
There in the middle of the room was Sam covered in blood, a freshly dropped body of a woman on the floor and the unmistakable smell of sulfur filling Dean's nostrils.
For a moment they both stood frozen in time. Dean in the wide open door, hand still on the light switch. Sam on the floor hunched over the body, staring wide eyed up at Dean.
Then they both snapped back at the same time. Dean with pure rage pumping through his veins slammed shut the door behind him, locking it securely before advancing on his little brother. Said little brother who'd jumped to his feet, backing away in a desperate attempt to put as much distance as possible between him and his too intoxicated brother.
Sam knew that no matter what, Dean would never intentionally hurt him, at least not sober but he wasn't too sure if the same could really be said for when Dean was beyond hammered or pissed off and right now his brother seemed to be both.
"Sam come here." Dean demanded pointing to a spot on the floor right in front of him. Sam shaking his head backed further back and kept going until he hit the wall. He was sure that if his heart begun to beat any faster it would be beating it's way right out through his chest.
Dean kept glaring at him with that look in his eyes that made it almost impossible for Sam to ignore the order. All his life he'd been taught to follow any order Dean might give him, no matter how small or insignificant Sam found it to be. Ignoring Dean even in this state was close to impossible for Sam.
"Sammy," Dean was growling now,"come here."
"Dea-"
"I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT SAM." His brother yelled."I'm telling you to COME HERE and so you BETTER do IT."
"Just let me expl-" Sam tried again just to be shot down by the furious look in his brothers eyes. Eyes firmly on the ground Sam slowly made his way to the appointed place. It took all his strength to put one foot in front of the other.
What was he even scared of? This was his brother for crying out loud. Dean would never hurt him. Would he?
Sam was sure he wouldn't but the voice in the back of his mind asking: wouldn't he? Haven't he? Wasn't so sure.
All too soon did Sam reach Dean.