Bar Fights and Bullets

Bar Fights and Bullets

Chapter 1

-1Bar Fights and Bullets

Dean has always saved Sam, protected him and been his keeper, this time was no different… But the aftermath was, No Demon, no spirit, no witch, just one life changing dose of reality… Can Dean learn to live with the limitations now placed on him? Once the warrior and the strength of the Winchester brothers, can he relinquish his title as the protector and accept the hand that fate has dealt him? Can Sam deal with the guilt of knowing what he caused? Can he pick up the shattered pieces of his broken family and learn to live again?

One thing is for sure,…. The winds of change have blown through the lives of the Winchester brother's and left everything they knew in shambles… There is no faith healer, no magic cure, nothing that can save them from the grips of reality… not this time.

Chapter 1

Sam stood outside the door separating him from his brother and leaned back against the wall closing his eyes, the past three months and eleven days flashing through his tired mind like a montage…

Hospitals.

Pain.

Dean.

Destruction.

Devastation.

Helplessness.

He swallowed hard his nostrils flaring as he resisted the urge to punch something, anything, the anger inside him seemed to boil so hard these days, he wondered if it was ever going to simmer down, if he was ever going to be able to look at himself in the mirror again… Without feeling nauseated with disgust. He wondered if he was ever going to be able to look his brother in the eyes again, after what he had done… But most of all he wondered the same thing he wondered every second of every day since that horrible night…

How he was going to make it from one minute to the next…

His self pity filled thoughts were interrupted by the sounds once more filling his ears of his brothers breathless pants on the other side of the door. He could hear curse words escaping Dean's lips in a low whisper, laced with frustration, anger and annoyance… He could hear the small clanks of things moving about the floor, and wondered exactly what he would find behind door number one today…

Even though for the most part he already knew the answer…

Clearing his throat he turned to face the horribly colored brown door that lead into his brother's room of the apartment they now found themselves renting,…. With everything that happened, everything that now was, there was no way they could continue their lives as they were before… Hotel hopping and pool hustling…

Putting his hand on the knob he looked down and willed it to stop shaking, this was not the first time this scenario had occurred, in fact it was the twenty-eight… no twenty-ninth time something like this had happened, and he knew it was not going to be the last.

He had to learn to bone up, to face this reality, his reality, the consequences for his actions….

A deep breath entered his lungs and then was quickly released as he turned the knob and pushed the door open…

There was Dean sprawled out on the shaggy beige carpet, making his way centimeter by centimeter toward his destination, determination stretched across his stone like features, beads of sweat working there way down his forehead…

The muscles in his arms were bulging with each push and pull, grunts involuntarily escaping his lips….

Sam cleared his throat and crossed his arms over his chest masking the look of concern on his face with a look of disapproval, hiding the tone of sympathy he wanted to carry with one more angry… The doctor's told him he was going to have to be firm, be strong, and forceful…

All of which were qualities he was not the best at expressing, all of which were qualities usually found in Dean's department of this brotherhood….

So now as he looked down at his brothers pathetic form on the floor, placed before him like an injured animal determined to run and hide, he thought about Dean, and what Dean would have done in this situation, and did as best he could to imitate his actions…

His foot tapped heavily on the carpet and his throat cleared again louder this time, as he narrowed his gaze…

Dean's tired hazel eyes looked from his destination still a good six feet from where he lay, to his brother and he quipped his voice defiant, " Got a frog in your throat there Sammy boy?"

"Yeah, and a pain in my ass…" He closed the gap between the two of them shaking his head as he leaned down. "Why the hell didn't you call me when you woke up? Why do you insist on trying to do this yourself?"

"Because it's mine to deal with…" Dean felt Sam's hand on his arm and jerked away, "I don't need you to wipe my ass alright? I'll figure this out,"

"You really are a stubborn bastard you know that don't you?"

"Yeah well…"

"You'd make this whole routine so much easier on the both of us if you'd just-"

"Just what Sam? Just role over? Just accept this pansy ass life style? Just let you take care of me like I'm some damn imbecile?"