Author: Atalantaj

Prompt: #13 Drugs

Rating: R

Type of Story: General/Angst

Author's Website:Atalantaj's LJ

Author's Note - The characters Sam, Dean and John Winchester do not belong to me. These guys belong to their creator Eric Kripke and to the CW Network. No money is being made off of this at all. Summary - What happens when Dean has a bad drug trip.

Drugs

"Sammy. You need to get out of here. Run!" Dean screamed. "They're everywhere." He grabbed Sam roughly and dug his nails into his brother's arms.

"Dean. There's nothing here." Sam said pulling free from his brother. He rubbed his arm. "What you're seeing isn't real."

"What the fuck do you mean?" Dean said urgently. He stared at Sam.

"Dean you took something, a drug. I just need to get you home."

"I'm not going anywhere with you. What the hell did you do with my brother?" He grabbed Sam by the shoulders and shook him. "If you hurt him I'll kill you. You hear me? I don't care how much you look like him. I'll blow your fucking head off!"

"Dean it's me." Sam pleaded. Dean paused for a moment. He stared into Sam's eyes.

"Look, just stay away from me ok? "

"I can't do that."

"Why the hell not?" Dean asked looking all around him frantically. He finally fixed his gaze on Sam. "I can't hurt you man. You look like him." Dean explained shaking his head. He covered his eyes with his hands and screamed. "He's dead! No!"

"I'm here Dean. I'm right in front of you" Sam said grabbing Dean by the shoulders and shaking him slightly. "Everything's okay. Let me help you."

Dean removed his hands from his eyes and looked at Sam again. He had a distant look in his eyes and Sam wasn't even sure Dean knew what was happening at the moment. He used the opportunity with Dean having calmed down to wrap his arms around his brother and escort him back to the Impala.

"I'm sorry. We didn't think he would get so fucked up." A girl a few years older then Dean explained. She was standing on a lawn in front of the Impala.

"Yeah, sure." Sam said bitterly, and you said he's on Ecstasy?"

"It was supposed to be ecstasy." The girl smiled sheepishly.

"More like candy flipping." A guy said coming up to the girl. He put his arm around her shoulder.

"Candy flipping?" Sam said angrily? "What the hell is that?" He demanded.

"Hey man, we just gave him the Ecstasy, don't know where he picked up the acid from." The guy laughed. "Why don't you take him home now before you get in trouble for staying out past your curfew." The guy laughed.

Sam ignored the comment and looked at a small group of the other party goers. The front door was open and a few people were watching him in the doorway and on the porch. Sam was pissed at every single one of them and whoever he couldn't see inside as well. They all seemed to be in a surprisingly sober state compared to his brother. He was especially angry at this couple. They seemed to know a lot more then they were letting on but he kept his hands off them for a few reasons. He needed to take care of his brother, he was outnumbered and the girl had explained to him over the phone how to get to the house, and Sam owed her for that, at least for now anyway.

Dean had woken him up with a phone call about forty minutes earlier, asking for Sam to pick him up, but couldn't explain where he was. He kept giving out vague directions. He told Sam he was inside a large, yellow house that still had all of its lights on. There was also a blue car parked out front. It could have been anywhere.

Dean tried to go more into detail on his location but couldn't give an address or a cross street. Sam was surprised that Dean had even managed to call him at all. The girl got on the phone and gave him directions. She promised to be waiting for him with Dean out front, but when Sam got to the place. He found Dean outside. He was alone and screaming. He kept yelling that demons and spooks were after him and that he didn't have any rock salt or holy water. When he saw Sam relief had washed over his face for a moment and then the panic started again.

Sam had never heard his brother scream so loud before. It was agonizing to him. Sam shook his head at the unhappy memory and looked at his brother with concern. Dean felt like dead weight. "You okay Dean?"

"It's like I'm flying." Dean said spreading his arms out wide and leaning over Sam's arms. Sam helped him into the Impala.

"I'll see you guys later." Sam nodded to the couple.

"He'll be fine in a few hours, at least no one called the cops right?" The girl said trying to be helpful.

"Yeah, although the cops may be here tomorrow when I'm through with you people." Sam mumbled under his breath coldly. He climbed into the Impala, slammed his door and sped out of the neighborhood. He was glad that Dean had gotten a ride here; otherwise he may have tried to drive home and Sam couldn't even comprehend what the consequences of that might have been.

"This breeze man. It feels so good." Dean said rolling down the Impala's window a few miles later. It had taken him a couple of minutes to remember how to do that.

"I guess it kind of does." Sam said calmly, letting the cool wind wash over him.

"Yeah." Dean yanked off his shirt, rolled it up and tossed it out the window. "You should see it Sam. The breeze it's incredible."

"How can you see the breeze?" Sam asked curiously.

"I just can." He took off his shoes and reached for the button on his jeans, wanting to take off all his clothes and be comfortable.

"Don't do that Dean." Sam warned.

"Why the hell not? I'm hot."

"Just don't."

"Yeah ok, 'cause you're Sam the Man. Right?"

"Yeah, Sam the man, that's me." Sam assured him.

"My pain in the ass little brother Sam? Huh?"

"Yes sir."

"Good, that's how I like you." Dean smiled.

Sam finally pulled into the apartment complex they were currently residing in and watched in dismay as Dean hopped out of the car before he had finished parking it and raced towards their apartment yelling over and over again that they were home. Sam grabbed Dean's shoes and kept close behind. The minute he unlocked the door with his key Dean raced into their bedroom.

"I need something."

"What do you need?" Sam asked confused.

"Something of yours and dad's too. Dean slid open their closet door and rummaged through their clothes. He grabbed one of Sam's button down shirts and started to put it on. "Only you would have such a lame ass shirt like this. It's such a geek boy shirt." Dean explained. He started to button it but couldn't match the buttons to the right holes. Sam grabbed each side of the shirt and pulled Dean foreword a bit. He buttoned his shirt for him.

"Dad. I need something of Dad's. You need to help me find something of dad's."

"We'll look in his closet." Sam said trying to remain calm. He grabbed Dean by the wrist and led him into their father's room. He pulled out one of their father's coats.

"Dad's favorite jacket huh?" Dean said yanking the coat from his brother's hand. He slid into it and wandered into the living room. He started to pace the room back and forth.

"Why don't you sit down?" Sam suggested.

"Don't feel like it." Dean mumbled. He stared at a digital clock on a side table and shook his head. "One thirty three. No, that's what time it was at the party. I remember."

"It wasn't."

Dean stared at the clock with a look of panic on his face. He had tears in his eyes. "Fuck, the time. It's the same. It's not changing." He insisted. "Nothing is changing. It's already been one thirty three. Everything is repeating itself again."

Sam retrieved an old clock from their kitchen wall. "Check this out Dean. Look at the hand here. It's moving. Every second it moves. It's constantly changing. He laid the clock on their coffee table. Dean stared at the clock unsurely for a moment and then pulled it off the table. He held onto it protectively; not taking his eyes off of it and started to count the seconds out loud.

"Hey Sam?" Dean asked a couple minutes later.

"Yeah?"

"Where's our sister?"

"Our what?"

"Our sister? She's not here. Where did she go?"

"Dude, we don't have a sister?" Sam answered confused.

"That's right we don't. Well, I mean she's not here. We did have a sister."

We've never had a sister Dean." Sam tried to assure his brother.

"Did too. I remember her in the hospital. She was. She was. Wow, she was so tiny Sam. Mom and dad they wanted to hold her but she had to stay behind the glass. They didn't bring her home. Mom, she just stayed in her room and cried and cried and cried." Dean spoke softly. He had a deep look of concentration on his face as if he were working through a difficult math problem." You weren't here yet. But now you are. That's good." Dean finished. "That's really good."

"I didn't know about our sister." Sam said feeling hurt and betrayed. "No one ever told me."

"I think I forgot about her." "Hey who was it that said something about standing on a giant's arms or something?"

"Standing on a giant's arms? I don't. Well, uh."

"You should know Sam. You're the one who told me." Dean said suspiciously. He was some genius dude from a long time ago, a mathematician or something."

"Isaac Newton? If I have seen further it is by standing upon the shoulders of giants." Sam quoted.

"That's it." Dean smiled. He punched Sam in the shoulder. You're always telling me stupid and smart shit like that."

Sam spent the next several minutes answering a long list of questions from his brother. Sam thought things were going great and that Dean was coming off whatever it was he was on until Sam mentioned something about wanting to hear back from the schools he applied to. Dean freaked out. One moment he was sitting next to Sam and the next he had thrown himself against a wall violently and slid down onto the floor. He lay on his side and started to cry.

"Everyone is always leaving me." Dean sobbed. "Mom left me. Dad leaves me with you. You're leaving. I do so much for you and dad, everything and all of you just leave me. You all leave me. Everything I do and you leave. Everyone is always leaving. Everyone is always leaving. Everyone is always leaving." Dean repeated over and over again.

"Dean." Sam leaned over his brother and tried to pick him up off the floor but Dean pulled away from him and curled himself into a fetal position. Sam tried to put his hand on Dean's back and shoulder. He tried to tell his brother no, that it wasn't true but nothing was working. Sam crawled onto the floor next to Dean and hoped the fit would end soon, but Dean kept at it.

Sam couldn't remember the last time he had been so grateful to hear their father walk through the front door. John immediately rushed to Dean. "What the hell happened?" He demanded.

"He was at a party sir. He took something." Sam said weakly. He wiped at his red eyes and turned back to Dean who was still repeating that everyone was always leaving him.

"Come on. Time to get up." John said softly. He reached down and grabbed Dean under his arms. He pulled him to a standing position. He tried to sit Dean on the couch but his son crawled into his lap instead. He wrapped his arms around his father and buried his head in John's shoulder.

"Daddy, I'm scared. I'm so scared." He trembled.

"Don't be scared Dean." John coaxed. He wrapped his arms around his son and patted him on the back.

"It's some kind of demon doing this."

"Yeah, it is son and it's a nasty son of a bitch too, but the best thing you can do right now is not fight it. It needs to do its thing."

"We don't do that dad. We don't let demons do that. I need to stop it. It's scary and I don't want it frightening Sammy."

"I'm not frightened Dean." Sam lied. "I'm ok. Dad and I are both ok."

"You want to know what's going on right now?" John said soothingly.

"What's going on?" Dean said pulling his head away from his father's shoulder.

"Well, it's almost three in the morning on a Saturday and we're in the living room in our two bedroom apartment. You and me we're sitting on the sofa and Sam he's on the brown recliner we picked up at the thrift store down town two weeks ago. It's actually a pretty boring night for us. I'm going to get up for a minute."

"Don't leave me." Dean said pitifully.

"I'm not leaving you kiddo. I just want to show you something." John peeled Dean's arms off him and sat his son down on the couch the right way. He pointed to a chair at the kitchen table and motioned for Sam to bring it into the living room. Sam returned with the chair and John placed the chair in front of Dean. Sam grabbed another chair and put it within Dean's line of sight as well and sat down. "I know you're scared Dean but look we're both right in front of you and me and Sam we aren't going to let anything bad happen to you."

"That's a promise Dean." Sam smiled and looked at his father with approval. It surprised him when John glared back at him.

"The demon. We need to salt the windows and doorways." Dean said urgently. He stood up.

"You need to sit down kiddo." John said firmly, helping his son back onto the couch. He sat down next to Dean again. "Sam, get some salt. We'll make a circle around the three of us." John sighed. He cupped Dean's face with his hands. "Get some water and something for this too." John said holding onto Dean's face tightly. Dean had been grinding his jaw back and forth harshly. He was also chewing the inside of his cheeks. John was trying to give his son's mouth a rest by holding onto his face, but it wasn't helping much.

"Yes sir." Sam said quickly. He rushed into the kitchen and returned a minute later with a big cup of water, some twisted up paper towels and a huge, plastic canister of salt that they usually took with them on hunting trips. He handed the cup and paper towels to his father and made a huge show for his brother of making a ring of salt around the couch and the two kitchen chairs.

"Drink some water." John held up the cup and tipped it towards Dean.

"So how come you got home early?" Sam asked his father curiously a minute later. There was salt everywhere and if it weren't for Dean's current state, Sam knew his father would have gotten on their case for the mess, but Sam didn't care. He was upset over the cold expression his father gave him earlier and wanted to know what the problem was.

"I felt like I needed to be here." John said quietly. He turned to Dean. "Finish your cup of water and stay here. You're not to get up off this couch." John ordered. "Me and Sam need to salt the windows."

Sam looked at Dean nervously expecting him to dive into another bout of craziness at their father's harsh tone but he merely nodded his head and looked up at the ceiling with fascination.

John walked into the kitchen and Sam followed. "You want to tell me how Dean got so screwed up?" He demanded.

"I don't' know how it happened. I wasn't there."

"You just let your brother wander off to some party and take God knows what?"

"Dad, he's almost twenty two years old. You expect me to be responsible for him?"

"He's always looking out for you. You wouldn't think it would be too much to do the same for him."

"I'm sorry." Sam said feeling angry at the accusation. He walked into the dining room and glanced at Dean. His brother had the twisted up paper towels in his mouth in a failed attempt to keep his jaw from moving. Sam turned away in embarrassment for his brother and stared at John bitterly. He was just as angry at everything as his father was. "You're just pissed that Dean is in there fucked out of his mind and there's nothing you can do about it." Sam raised his voice.

"Keep your voice down." John warned.

"Why? It's the truth isn't it? You can't stand not having any control over the situation. You're powerless dad. Dean went off on his own and fucked himself up royally and now you want him back to normal and that's not going to happen when you want it to."

"I told you to keep your voice down." John growled.

"No."

"Excuse me?"

"Want me to say it again? No." Sam reiterated coldly. "If I have something to say I'm saying it."

"Fine, you want to act like a punk ass kid I'll treat you like one." John growled. He pulled Sam into the dining room by his arm and bent him over the kitchen table. He removed his belt, folded it in half and laid it on his son in quick and hard succession, barely giving his arm a rest or Sam the chance to catch his breath.

Sam flinched as the heavy belt made contact with his backside but didn't resist it by fighting or crying. He was too exhausted to fight and too pissed at his father to give him the satisfaction of tears.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Dean said sitting up on the couch on his knees. He looked over the back of the couch at his brother and father. He had been too busy spilling what remained of his cup of water all over the three cushions on the couch to notice the events going on in the dining room, but now it was more then clear. "What did Sam do? What did he do?" Dean asked hurtfully. He leaped over the back of the couch and landed chin first onto the carpet in an effort to get to his brother.

"Jesus Christ Dean." John yelled, putting his belt on the kitchen table and running to his oldest. "What the fuck are you trying to do?" He checked Dean to make sure he was ok.

"What are you whaling on Sam for?" Dean got up into a crawling position and looked up at his father above him.

"I shouldn't have hit him Dean." John said shamefully, looking back at Sam. "It was wrong of me to get so upset."

"Yeah." Dean agreed. "It was wrong."

"It's not going to be wrong of me to blister your butt little boy, if you don't follow my orders and stay on the couch though." John warned.

"Sorry Sir." Dean said touching his behind absentmindedly.

"What do you want to do now kiddo? The demon's not getting into this house, not with all the salt we have everywhere." John softened his tone and helped his son up and back onto the couch again.

"We could watch a movie." Dean suggested.

"You know what? That sounds like a great idea." Sam said taking a few deep breaths to calm down. His father's lame apology didn't mean a damn thing to him and now he was angry at their father for talking to his brother like he was a retarded little boy, but Sam held himself back from anymore fighting with his dad, at least for the moment. Dean being comfortable and happy took first priority. Sam dug through their DVD collection. He put on "Beavis and Butt-Head Do America." He figured a cartoon was a safe bet for Dean in his state. He headed to the front door."

"Where you going?" John asked with exhaustion. He rubbed his temples with his fingers.

"The drug store. It's open 24 hours. I was going to see if they had any popsicles for Dean." Sam figured that sucking on a Popsicle would be better then Dean gnawing on paper towels. They would be a good bet also when the effects of the drugs started to wear off and Dean could feel how much he had screwed up his mouth.

"It's dangerous out there Sammy."

"I'll be all right Dean." Sam assured him. He needed more then anything to get out of the apartment for a bit.

"You're not going out." Dean said sternly. "If Sam leaves then I leave too. I'm not letting him out by himself when there's a demon on the loose. The kid will get himself killed." Dean said sounding more like his old self. He tried to stand up but John grabbed him.

"Sam come sit with him. I'll go out."

"Yeah, dad's good at kicking demon ass. Better than us. No one messes with our dad." Dean said proudly.

Sam sighed but traded places with his father. Dean surprised him by wrapping his arm around Sam's shoulder. Sam did the same to Dean not wanting to upset him again and the two of them watched Beavis and Butt-Head and then a whole lot of The Cartoon Network.

John returned shortly, not with popsicles but with Orajel and ice and the three of them waited out the next few hours until Dean had more or less returned to normal, and reassured his family that he would be all right if left alone. He was exhausted but couldn't fall asleep. He didn't want to disturb Sam who needed to rest and stayed in the living room while Sam retired to their room and John went to his. Dean's mouth was killing him and he developed a rash on his face and neck and thought he smelt funny; a strange mixture of chemicals and something sickly sweet coming out of his pores, but he knew he would be all right.

He tried to remember everything that had happened the night before and thought he had a pretty good overall picture of the events but there was some time he couldn't account for, especially at the party before he called Sam. He wondered how much of a raging idiot he had made out of himself there. He didn't remember coming home either and knew that the past few hours with his family consisted of more then him watching cartoons with Sam and their father giving him Orajel to swab his mouth with.

Dean was driving himself crazy trying to remember everything that happened, and still felt the affects of the drugs. When he finally decided to go into his and Sam's room to rest, his alarm clock was freaking him out. He slept restlessly at first waking up every hour to look at his brother in the bed across the room from him and then at the time which in his mind wasn't changing. He finally resorted to writing the time down on a small pad of paper and comparing it to the clock when he woke up. He woke up every hour about three times and then finally fell into a deep sleep and didn't rise until that night. The darkness of the room startled him. His clock told him that he had been asleep for twelve hours.

Dean got up and wandered into the living room nervously. He expected his father to lay into him, and for Sam to be more pissy then usual, but they were gone and their absence was ominous to the next couple of weeks that followed. John threw himself fully into his hunting and mostly wasn't around telling Dean that he needed to stay home and keep on working for much needed money, and Sam barely spoke to him or their father; only when absolutely necessary.

Sam put the last of his books into his backpack. It was a Sunday morning and he had planned on doing some homework and then calling his friends. He glanced at Dean. It had been two weeks since Dean's drug rendezvous and the two of them had barely spoken. Dean had tried to talk to him but Sam had brushed him off. He wasn't ready to make nice with his brother who put him through hell and was still pissed off at their father for taking his anger out on him. Sam was about to leave but his brother looked unusually anxious and nervous.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Sam asked more out of curiosity then concern.

"Was that Sam's voice I just heard? He's actually talking to me again?" Dean said sarcastically. "How shocking."

"Screw you." Sam said heading out of their bedroom. He bumped into John on the way out.

"You ready Dean?" John asked uncomfortably.

"Yes Sir." Dean said standing up.

"Ready for what?" Sam asked eying his father. John had his belt folded up in his hand.

"This doesn't concern you Sam." John explained.

"What? You're going to hit him?" Sam asked incredulously.

"This is for your brother's own good."

"Like hell it is. What the fuck is wrong with this family?" Sam walked back into their bedroom. He glared at his brother. "You're going to let him spank you? You're twenty one years old Dean." Sam said outraged.

"I'll be okay Sammy." Dean said surprised at his brother's concern for him. "I promise."

"What are you planning on beating him for?" Sam asked coldly.

"I thought that was obvious." Dean said quietly.

"The drug thing?" Sam looked at Dean and his brother nodded. "Fuck that. It was a stupid thing to do but time to move on?" Sam said starting to get upset.

"I screwed up Sammy. I deserve this." Dean sighed.

Sam marched towards John happy to have yet one more reason to fight him. It was his father who put these fucked up ideas into his brother's head about feeling guilty over everything and needing absolution. He was taller then both his brother and father now, maybe it was time to put some of his height advantage to use. Sam was prepared for a full on brawl with his father and stormed up to him ready for a fight, but John being stronger and more experienced caught him and took him into the hallway.

"Dean asked me to do this Sam." John tried to explain. He was still holding onto Sam firmly.

"So?"

"And I'm about as happy about it as you are but your brother needs this."

"What the hell for?"

"Dean feels guilty over everything and it's making him sick Sam." John tried to explain.

"You two are both sick." Sam decided, "Just because someone asks for something doesn't mean they need it."

"It'll help him to move on and whether you agree with it or not, it's happening. I just hope you'll work on forgiving him. We haven't been helping his guilt much by ignoring him like we have been."

"It's better punishment then beating him." Sam decided, but he took his father's point to heart and as much as he didn't want it to make sense it did, and he felt bad for being so cold to Dean. "I'll work on forgiving him." He walked out the front door and slammed it behind him. He was just as pissed at his father now as he had been the night of Dean's drug thing, but the anger he was feeling towards Dean was finally starting to go away.

The spanking wasn't just for Dean's benefit. Sam knew in his brother's mixed logic it was also for him and their father to help them move on from everything as well and Sam felt bad for that; for making Dean feel like he had to be punished to get forgiveness from his family.

Sam stared out the window of the coffee shop. He hadn't read one page of the reading for his classes tomorrow nor written a single line for an essay that was due in the morning. He stared at his Iced Mocha. He had only taken a few sips.

"Ha, I knew I would find Geek Boy Sammy studying at a coffee shop." Dean smiled.

"Dean? What are you doing here?" Sam asked surprised. "Dad, didn't he? I mean I thought you would be at home?"

"Dad did. And what you thought I would be in my room crying my eyes out? Do I look like a chick to you?"

"Too ugly to be one." Sam smiled, but he turned away from his brother for a moment. It hurt to look at him.

Dean's eyes and nose were all red and his cheeks chapped from crying. Sam didn't even have to ask if his brother had gotten a spanking, or more like a beating, Sam thought bitterly. That fact was written all over his big brother. It wasn't just in his face but in his slow gait and stiff posture. Sam couldn't help but resent their father even more for everything, but was grateful Dean seemed to be happy and couldn't have been anymore relieved that the two of them were on speaking terms again.

"Thanks for saying I'm too ugly to be a chick." Dean grinned. He picked up Sam's Iced Mocha and took a sip of it.

"You are but that doesn't mean you don't act like a chick." Sam teased.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked affronted.

"You so should have seen yourself on those drugs man. You were such a little girl."

"No I wasn't."

"You totally were Dean. There was one point where you were sitting in my lap for I swear it was like half an hour or something. My legs were killing me, but dad told me to quit my complaining and deal with it because it made you happy."

"You're lying." Dean said mortified.

"I'm not. You wanted to be held. No one ever held you. Fuck you Dean, now whenever I have a hot chick in my lap I'm going to be thinking of my idiot for a brother."

"Aw, I wouldn't worry about that Sammy. I don't think you'll ever have a hot chick in your lap." Dean laughed and Sam punched him in the shoulder. "What else happened?" Dean asked apprehensively.

"Well, dad knows about all of your abandonment issues. You took a flying leap off the sofa which was pretty interesting and I found out about Bethany."

"Our sister?"

"Yeah. I can't believe no one ever told me, and as for you, what the hell kind of three year old remembers something like that?"

"I didn't remember. I mean it's not something that I had really ever thought about. Dad never mentioned her. I just remember mom bringing her up."

"Dad told me she was born prematurely and had a defective heart. It would have been weird to have a sister huh?"

"Nah, things would pretty much be the same. I would still be the big brother but would have two brats to watch out for and you would still be the little brother but would have two older siblings to take orders from. Dean smiled.

"I don't take orders from anyone." Sam protested.

"Yeah, you do."

"No I don't."

"Do too."

"I don't Dean." Sam said very adamantly.

"So, you done studying?"

"Not in the mood to study."

"Get your ass to the car then."

"Fine, give me a minute." Sam gathered up his things and headed out to the parking lot.

"What was that you were saying about not following orders?" Dean snorted once they reached the Impala. Sam huffed and then found a way to get back at Dean. When Dean bent down to unlock the driver's side door, Sam snuck up behind him and kicked him in the ass.

"Fuck!" Dean yelped, catching himself. He shot Sam a murderous look and then shoved him. "What the hell are you kicking me for?" He cried rubbing at his very sore backside. He looked around the parking lot. Sam was damn lucky the place was empty.

"Hey, I just wanted to make sure dad did the job right." Sam shrugged.

"You're rooting for him? I thought you didn't like it when dad went all corporal punishment on our asses."

"I don't, but if he had to smack you I wanted him to do a good job of it so you wouldn't go and get fucked up again, and I'm thinking he did a good job." Sam decided.

"No shit." Dean grumbled. "You still pissed at him about that night?"

"You're talking about dad. I'm always pissed at him."

"He's always done the best he could Sam."

"It's not enough." Sam said spitefully.

"You still pissed at me?" Dean asked sheepishly.

"You going to kill me if I answer that question honestly?"

"Nah."

"You going to hit me for kicking you?"

"No."

"Then yeah, I'm still pissed. I mean what kind of idiot do you have to be to jump right into Ecstasy and LSD when the only experience with drugs you've had is smoking a little Marijuana once." Sam wanted to know.

"Pretty stupid huh?" Dean said shamefully.

"Yeah, and seriously with our lifestyle, the trip was almost guaranteed to be bad. And what happened to your rule of never going to a bar or party alone?"

"Hey, it's still good advice."

"You could have killed yourself Dean." Sam said frustrated. He had been holding these feelings in for the last two weeks.

"Oh come on. It wasn't that bad?"

"Yeah? At one point you were having a hard time breathing. Your lips were turning blue Dean and your heart. I was sitting next to you and it was beating so fast and so hard and you were all cold and sweaty. We almost took you to the hospital but then you were okay again. Thank God! Whatever those people gave you wasn't pure. You were probably on crack, you idiot. So to answer your question I'm still mad at you."

"Fair enough." Dean said sadly.

"I'll get over it though." Sam finished. "Mostly, I'm just happy to have my stupid, big brother back. Who at the age of twenty one got a spanking from his father." Sam yelled out obnoxiously.

Dean winced at the volume in his brother's voice and looked around the parking lot apprehensively. He gave Sam a smile. "Later." He said getting into his car very slowly. He closed his door but didn't unlock the passenger side door.

"Dean, come on let me in?" Sam pleaded pulling on the door's handle. "I'm sorry for yelling like that."

"Yeah, I bet you are." Dean laughed. He started up the car.

"Dean. I swear if you don't let me in. I'll…" Sam walked around the car to Dean's side.

"You'll what?"

"Come on please Dean."

"Hasta la vista baby bro." Dean chuckled. He pulled out of the parking lot, but would come back for Sam after driving around the block once or twice. The two of them were on speaking terms again and Dean couldn't be anymore ecstatic about that. Sam couldn't either and would be waiting right where Dean left him.