A/N: I took a haitus from writing fanfiction and just witing altogether, so I'm a bit rusty.
Please forgive me for errors and such. But feel free to give kind yet stern criticism.
My first Supernatural fanfic, this chapter is somewhat angsty. It is not Wincest. It is eventual SamxOC.
Please review, it means the world to me. :]
Title of Chapter is an Ozzy song.
Supernatural does not belong to me! (Sadly.)

Their fight almost turned bloody. The elder of the two came so close to snapping, to hitting the one person he gave up everything for. Sam just wouldn't let it down. He wouldn't drop the subject that Dean was going to hell, no matter what. First, Dean calmly explained to his younger sibling, that he did it for him, while they were in the parked Impala. Sam waved Dean off. Basically saying, "I don't wanna hear your excuses." Dean scoffed at Sam's hand gesture, giving him a glare.

"Like you haven't made mistakes Sam. Look at all the damn times you've ran away like a brat!"

Sam's annoyed looked dropped off his face, faster than when a baby giraffe drops from its mother. It dropped into a face of a father unpleased by his child's words. "Oh, yeah. Real mature, Dean. Resort to childish insults and taunting."

Sam shook his head, giving a dry laugh. "You know what. I'm not listening to this shit, again. I don't need another damn lecture, dad." Sam spat out the last word, getting out of the Impala.

Dean let out a noise that resembled to a dog growling at the hand trying to take away his bone. Dean exited the Impala. His green eyes looked onto Sam's face like and locked onto him like a missile unto a target.

"Don't you walk out on me when I'm trying to talk to you." Dean growled, again.

Sam pretended not to hear his brother's advisory. He went to the trunk of the car, opening it. Dean was already at the other side of the trunk. Dean's body was tense; jaw and fist clenched, eyes locked and loaded. Sam swore, just for a second, Dean was going to literally pounce on him.

Dean remained silent, just letting his piercing gaze do the talking for him. But, Sam ignored the daggers being shot at him. Sam focused on pulling his bag and a few weapons out of the trunk.

"And there he goes! Ready to run away from his family, again. Old habits die hard, eh, Sam?" Venom dripped on every word.

Sam's burrow furrowed, his jaw clenched tight. His anger was beginning to override the guilt he had felt for waving Dean off moments before. All Sam wanted was time alone. Time to think of a way about of this hellish mess. (No joke intended.) Sam knew it was his fault Dean was going to rot in hell. Who was he madder at? Dean or himself? Before Sam could answer his nagging mental question Dean answered for him.

"Nevermind Sam. Run away. I don't give a damn. Go on, do what you do best. Dean hissed, even giving a flash of his teeth. Sam was reminded of an angry alpha wolf whose parade has been rained on.

Sam no longer felt guilty. "Oh, you want to talk about running away? YOU of all people is going to talk about running away? Look at your life dean! You've ran away from a life without me, by bringing me back. Both you and Dad ran away from a life without mom. You just don't know how to let thing go Dean." Sam slammed the trunk as hard as possible.

As Sam's eyes left the trunk of the Impala, he saw Dean moving toward him. Anger etched deep into his features. Sam tried to stepped away but Dean strong, worn hands grabbed ahold of Sam by the collar of his jacket and gave him a turbulent shake.

"Dammit Sam! How dare you bring mom and dad into this?" Dean's grip tightened on Sam's collar. Sam made a quiet chocking noise as his air supply began to get cut off. Dean was trying with everything he had to hold back from giving Sam a bloody nose or a black eye. Maybe even both.

Sam shoved Dean with all his might, sending Dean over the back of the Impala and landing onto the dirt on the other side of the car. Sam grimaced, immediately hating himself.

Sam turned away quickly, not wanting to see betrayal and hurt swim lifelessly in his brother's green eyes; it would hurt too much. It would literally kill what little self respect he had for himself at the time. Sam picked up his duffle bag and started down this lonely dirt road. What a perfect spot to have a violent altercation with your only family. Birds singing, bugs buzzing, everything in its natural balance, except the Winchester boys.

I'm so sorry, Dean. I just…I just need some time to think this over, be by myself. Figure how I'll save you from that fiery pit, or at least die trying. Sam solemnly thought, looking over his shoulder to the brother he couldn't live with or without. He was still plopped down in the dirt, watching helplessly as his baby brother left him alone to fight his demons, once again.

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