Accident in the Alleyway.

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Summary: A simple walk home, a heated, painful conversation over the phone, an effortless drunk driver all comes down to be an awful night for the Winchesters, but not as terrible as the youngest. Limp!Sam Guilty!Dean

Alright hey everyone. Not the first fic I've ever written but certainly the first I've posted at this site. I really do hope you enjoy it, because I spent quite a lot of time working on it. Sorry guys, but I don't update daily. Maybe 2-3-4 days between? Depends if my brain activity is flowing. Well, enough of me. Here's my work.

Enjoy, and please tell me how I've done.

"Bye Jake! Cya tomorrow." Sam smiled at his friend as he left his house.

"Wait, Sam! Aren't you coming to that football match tonight?"

"What football…-oh. About that…"

"Please Sam!! It's the grand finals, I'm gonna be playing full time!" Jake pleaded.

Sam sighed as he looked into his pleading eyes. He didn't want to let his friend down. "Yeah alright Jake. I'll try, but no guarantees."

Jake smiled with excitement. "Thanks Sam. Remember, 7:30pm!" He said as he shut the door.

Sam looked at his wristwatch as he walked along the footpath. 5:30… Exactly two hours until that football match. He just hoped things will work out with Dean and John.

A cold icy breeze broke free and whipped itself at the youngest Winchester, causing him to shiver and pull his jacket tighter around his body. Above him, the grey evening sky threatened to send a downpour of rain.

Sam stopped to put his schoolbag down and rummaged through his books. He pulled out his cell and decided to try his luck one more time. Sam hesitated and bit his lip before dialing Dean's number.

000

Dean grumbled something as his cell rang again.

"What is it Sam?"

"Dean, look-"

"Is this about that football match tonight?"

Sam rolled his eyes as he picked up his school bag and continued walking. "Dean, just shut up and hear me out!"

"Hear you out on what? I made it clear Sam, you're not going! Dad's coming back this evening and we're heading out to hunt a werewolf! This is more important than some football match!"

Sam sighed and walked around the corner. He just couldn't understand why Dean wouldn't let him go. He's usually the one working out an escape plan for the youngest brother.

Dean, who was sensing his brother's silence, spoke up.

"Look Sammy. As much as I'd like you to go to your game, we really need you on this hunt. It's a werewolf, and a damn smart one too. It's killed-"

"I know how many people it's killed Dean!" Sam yelled at his phone. "You're acting like dad!! You two can get this one by yourself! After all Dean, you are 20 years old and perfectly capable of hunting solo!!" Sam spat out angrily. His patience had been growing thin over the past couple of days.

"What's your problem Sam? Most people at 16 years of age would know to deal with their priorities first! We both know that hunting comes first before anything!!" He screamed out the last word.

"Hunting may be a huge deal to you Dean. But it means nothing to me. All dad does is tell me how I'm screwing the job up." Sam was about to snap his phone shut when he heard Dean's screaming voice.

"Don't you dare hang up on me Sam!! You don't mean that! Don't you want to hunt the thing that killed mom? Don't you love mom that much that you don't want to find out who killed her and take revenge?"

"Dean! That's not what I meant!" Sam growled furiously as he took the shortcut home though a dark alleyway. He glanced at his watch again. 6:10pm. The sky was getting dark and once more the wind picked up as Dean started his lecture.

"Yeah? Well it damn sure sounds like it on this end! And you keep telling us how much you screw up! But dad always tells you to learn from your mistakes and that's the one thing you don't do! You screw up so badly, hold your head high the next day and just pretend nothing's wrong!" Once Dean was going, he knew it couldn't stop. Every word, every thought that sprang from his brain went directly out his mouth.

Sam's grip tightened on the phone as he heard the honesty of Dean's words. The truth. Tears welled in his eyes and threatened to fall, but Sam would not allow them to spill over the threshold.

He would not allow anyone to see signs of weakness as he wandered deeper into the dark alley. His senses were dulled by each painful truth Dean spoke. It was like as if someone squeezed his heart and then pulled it out, allowing each artery to snap off like twigs, one by one.

"You get us near killed every single damn hunt Sam!" He continued. "And now you're asking if you can miss this hunt just to go to some damned football game? It's like I don't know you anymore Sam. It's like you were never my little brother. You've changed Sam! You care so much about school that it's clouded your judgments!"

Dean started pacing his room, trying to find more things to shout at Sam, hoping that this would make him open his eyes and see what Dean sees. Obeys the orders that Dean obeys. But, oblivious to everything, he was only doing the exact opposite.

"Sam, look." He spoke in a deadly whisper. "If you want to think that this freakin' football game is better than hunting a damn werewolf with us, fine. Go ahead. But don't think I'll hold my head high the next day and pretend nothing has ever happened. I can't."

An engine rumbled behind Sam. Hoping it was the Impala, he whirled around, hoping he could kick some serious Dean-ass but at the same time he didn't want to hear what Dean would say next.

Every possible Winchester-related thought left him as his eyes widened. His heart caught in his throat. His breath sped up. Sam stood there, paralyzed for a second.

A beautiful black sport's car raced full speed towards Sam as he caught sight of the driver. A man, in his early 30's taking a swig of his beer.

Then, as he regained control of his body, his first senses forced him to run like hell. He dropped his cell, still with a screaming Dean on the line, as it bounced a couple of times away from all the action.

"Son of a bitch!" He screamed.

Before the thought even reached Sam, the car swerved and hit the brick wall to his right, but that didn't slow the drunk driver down.

"Shit." Sam whispered as the horn sounded, once, twice, three times, then his world turned black as a tonne of steel ploughed into him.

TBC.

Soooo… did I get anyone hooked? Terribly sorry for any mistakes. I posted this chapter at night, and 1.) Im in desperate need of sleep and 2.) excited to post this fic.

R&R!

BreakingSerenity.