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This is a random, completed chapter from my still untitled book. I have almost 40,000 written so far. That’s all the context you get folks. Please please leave feedback if you are so inclined!

Word Count:1024

Warnings: I don’t think any – let me know if I’m mistaken

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“Why didn’t you tell me?” Dean clenched his teeth, breathing
heavily.

“I…I didn’t think….” Sam stammered.

“No. No, you didn’t think Sam. You didn’t care about anybody
but yourself.” Dean pushed past him, sending Sam stumbling into the kitchen
table. Sam grabbed his side, wincing in pain. That was gonna leave a bruise,
Sam thought. Dean stormed out the front door, slamming the screen behind him.

Sam waited, wondering if he should follow him. His fingers
played with the hem of his shirt. He nervously shifted from one foot to the
other, finally making his decision. He turned and went back to his bedroom,
alone.

Dean walked past a junker near the door, reaching in and
grabbing one of his several stashed bottles of whiskey. He unscrewed the cap
and quickly drank down a few large swallows. He wandered around outside for
nearly thirty minutes, drinking and pacing. He paced all over the yard – back
and forth, trying to get his anger under control. After calming himself, he
realized he overreacted.

He couldn’t stay mad at Sam for long, though and came back
inside to apologize for his outburst. They needed to work things out. They were
going to have to figure out how to manage this new…ability. He knew Sam was
still sensitive, and Dean was willing to step up for this.

Sam wasn’t in the kitchen, so Dean figured he just went back
to his bedroom. He knew Sam was probably still upset and angry, too. They
hadn’t fought like that since before Sam was kidnapped. Dean took his time down
the hallway, practicing his apology in his head, wondering if Sam could hear
him.

“Worth a try,” Dean said out loud. “Dude. Sam. I’m sorry. We’ll
figure it out, ok?” this he said in his head, just in case Sam could hear him
now, he made all his thoughts apologetic and comforting.

“Sammy?” Dean knocked on Sam’s door, which opened when Dean
pushed gently. The room was empty.

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