Hey guys, I´m back! I rewrote the first two chapters and finished the story with two additional ones. Hope you enjoy!

Dean hadnt talked to his brother or anyone else since they had burnt and buried their father and Sam is getting really frustrated about it. Dean was getting darker and quieter from day to day. Even now Dean was drinking and only focusing on fixing the Impala. Sam exited the house and slowly walked over to Dean who was trying to hammer out the Impalas bonnet at that moment.

"Morning sunshine. Did you finally bother to get outside for a change?" Dean asked sarcastically while hitting the Impala again, producing the loud noise of metal hitting metal.

"I was taking a shower, Dean. You should try it some time." Sam retorted silently mustering Deans greasy overall up and down. Dean recognized Sams motion and looked down himself.

"Well Sam, this is how you look when you do hard work" he grinned but he couldnt fool Sam with his faked happiness. Sam could see the sadness in Deans eyes and the bags underneath them. He hadnt slept in days.

"Dont you want to talk about it?" Sam asked hoping to get a serious answer but also knowing his big brother too well to think that there were any chances for that to happen.

Deans face went blank and he turned around to the Impala again. "About what?" he asked feigning nonchalance.

"You know exactly what I am talking about." Sam walked around the Impala so he could face his brother. When Dean showed no response he added "Dad".

"What is there to talk about?" Dean hit the Impala again but harder than before. Sam couldnt understand his brother. How could he be so stoic when he was just trying to help. Fine, then he will try another route.

"Dont you think its weird that he just survived a car crash and then drops dead after you wondrously woke up from a coma the doctors had not much hope you would wake up from?" Suddenly Dean spun around and pushed Sam to the ground.

"What are you implying by that!"

Sam – startled by Deans outburst – started standing up again. "I was just saying..." but Dean hit him in the face and sent him back to the dusty ground.

"You are always just saying, Sammy!" Dean didnt even realize that he had hit Sam hard...really hard...and that his nose started bleeding.

"Why are you worrying about Dad now? You never liked the guy!" Dean raised his fist again and let it fly into Sams face. Sam hadnt recovered from the last hit just yet and Deans knuckles made contact with his left eye, leaving a cut over his right brow. Sam could immediately feel it swelling.

But Dean hadnt realize any of it in his rage. And he kept throwing punches and yelled louder and louder.

"You always hated dad, so dont behave like the perfect son now!" Punch

"You left us, Dad just wanted to keep you safe" Punch

"You never even apologised, you even blamed him" Punch

Dean stopped hitting his little brother and just started kicking him. Sam just curled into himself in the dirt. "If you had listened to him this wouldnt have happened. THIS. IS. YOUR. FAULT!" Dean kicked Sam as hard as he could with every word.

Then he sank down on his knees, took a few shaky breaths, and blacked out.