When I Go Down

A/N: Hey guys! I'm back and with a new story!! My good friend Dev has been kind enough to beta this story like she did the first one. Hope you guys enjoy this one!! I have to give a shout out to my pals on the boards: Dev, funky, Louise, Shante, Amy, Natasha, Kayleigh, Kristen and everyone else.

A/N #2: Now everybody, I want you to repeat back to me. "This. Is. Not. A. Death!fic." Now that we have that cleared up, enjoy the first chapter!!

Disclaimers: The boys aren't mine. Kripke owns them.

It had been a long day of driving for the two brothers in the black '67 Chevy Impala that made its way down a darkened highway in Ohio. The younger of the two sat at the wheel, listening to one of his brother's many cassette tapes as he drove the Impala towards the next town. The older brother was sitting in the passenger seat, slumped against the passenger door, snoring lightly. The younger man reached over and turned down the music on the stereo to a mere whisper, so as to hopefully not wake up his brother. He returned his gaze back to the road. They passed a sign stating they were about to enter 'Sterling, Ohio' in just under 10 miles.

"About time." Sam grumbled under his breath. It's not that Sam couldn't have kept driving, but they had been driving all day and both he and his brother could use a rest. He slowed the Impala down as they entered the quiet little town. Sam kept his eyes peeled for a motel as the rain began to pitter-patter against the windshield. Not long after leaving the downtown area, Sam came across said motel and pulled into the parking lot. Having turned the car off, Sam got out of the car and closed the door as he headed towards the motel front desk to book them a room for the night.

Tap, tap, tap. Huh? What the hell was that? Dean thought to himself as he slowly awoke from his restful slumber. He cracked open his eyes and peered at his brother who was softly knocking on the passenger window.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm up." Dean muttered as he opened his door and got out of the car and slammed the door shut.

"I got us a room already. Figured we could stop here for the night." Sam answered as he opened the door and grabbed his duffel bag from the backseat. Dean rubbed his eyes and winced as he grabbed his bag from his brother.

Damn poltergeist had to throw me into a wall ... Dean thought sarcastically. Sam tossed the keys to Deanand told him the room number so Dean went on ahead and opened the motel door and went inand looked around. The motel room walls were cream in color, with two beds on the right side,and a small table by the far wall. There was a TV sitting on a small wooden dresser on the left side ofthe mini fridge. The bathroom was past the two beds, on the other side of the room. The carpet was a mash of different colors and had seen better days. Still, this wasn't the worst place they'dstayed in.

A slam of the motel room door brought Dean out of his thoughts as his brother walked past him and placed his duffel bag on the furthest bed.

"So... you want to get something to eat? I'm starved. Maybe we could head out to the bar after." Dean asked as he tossed his bag at the foot of the table and laid down on top of his bed. Dean had slept the last three hours in the car and felt quite rested. Sam had insisted that he drive so that Dean could get some sleep, because after having been thrown into a few walls during their last gig, he was nursing bruised ribs.

"Yeah I guess so. You want to stay here for a few days? There haven't been any gigs on the radar and we could use a little break." Sam wanted to stay in town for a few days. Not that he cared about the town in particular, but it would give them the chance to restock some supplies and give Dean the time he needed to recuperate from his injuries from the last hunt. That ghost had been a pain in the ass to get rid off. Before they had finished the job, Sam had been tossed down a flight of stairs, and Dean had been thrown into four different walls before Sam had located the bones and salted and burned them. Sam managed to walk away with only a few bumps and scrapes, while his brother hadn't gotten quite so lucky.

Dean didn't answer Sam's question right away. He knew the real reason why Sam wanted to stay in town for a couple of days and, to be honest, he didn't mind relaxing for a few days until his ribs healed, or at least until they found a new gig to work.

"Yeah I guess we can take it easy for a few days, so long as they have a decent bar and diner around here." Dean could visibly see his brother's relief and couldn't help but sheepishly grin at his brother.

"You ready to go?"

"Yeah. I think I saw a diner three blocks down the road." Sam had remembered seeing 'Brian's Diner' as he had drove past looking for a motel that they now found themselves staying in. Dean grabbed his jacket and keys and headed out towards the Impala, with Sam closing their motel door and getting into the passenger seat. The Impala roared to life and they took off in search of some decent food.


They both entered the small diner and sat at the back, near the window. The small, petite brunette woman in her early 40's handed them their menus and left to go and serve other customers. After placing their orders, Sam pulled out his laptop and began checking some emails as well as looking for any jobs.

"Find anything?" Dean asked as he took a sip of his coffee.

"No. Nothing that I can find." Sam wearily closed down the computer and rubbed a hand over his face.

"Well I guess we get a few days off until something comes up."

"Yeah sounds like. Well I guess we can have some fun at the bar tonight then." Dean answered with a trademark grin. Sam rolled his eyes at his brother, just as the waitress named Kate brought them their dinner. Sam watched in horrified awe as Dean nearly swallowed his whole plate of food in less than five minutes.

"You're going to choke on your food if you keep shoveling it into your mouth like that, Dean."

Dean looked up at Sam with a mouth full of food and answered, "Nof I vont." Sam let out an exasperated sigh and sat there picking at his food, while Dean continued to consume his at record speed.

"Ah now that was a good meal." Dean stated as he rubbed his belly, which was content with the food he had just eaten.

"You ready to go Sammy?"


The local bar was just like any other bar they had seen as they pulled the Impala into the parking lot. They made their way inside and were met by a haze of smoke and stale air as they took their seats at the bar. Sam took a good look at all the patrons inside the bar. There were fourteen in total, ten men, including the bartender, and four females who were all standing around watching four men engage in a game of pool. Three men sat at the other side of the bar, talking quietly to the bartender. The last two men were playing against one another in a game of darts.

Sam's eyes zeroed in on the four men around the pool table. They were a rowdy group, with two of the men being around their early 20's, while the other two were around their late 20's. Sam didn't know why, but he was getting a bad vibe coming from this group. He would be keeping an eye on them.

Dean noticed his brother's careful examination of the people in and around the bar. Sam was a stickler for detail. Dean also cast a glance around the room, taking in the number of people and their location. One of the ladies who had been watching the pool game moved away and Dean took one more swig of his beer and walked over to introduce himself. Dean had told Sam that if anyone asked, they were new doctors starting their own practice in Massachusetts. Sam had rolled his eyes at him and his brother's 'new occupation' which meant only trying to get some 'attention' from the ladies. Sam ordered another beer as he watched his brother flirting with the girl out of the corner of his eye.

Typical older brother. Sam thought as he took another sip from his beer. The bartender started making small talk with some of the other patrons in the bar before making his way over to Sam.

"So son, do you live here in town, or just passin' through?" Sam looked up from his beer and peered at the older man.

"Just passing through. I'm actually on a road trip with my brother." Sam nodded his head in Dean's direction.

"Ah I see. Bet you've seen some pretty interesting things then huh?"

You've no idea. Sam mused.

"Yeah we've done a bit of sight seeing and such." The man nodded his head in understanding.

"Well nothings better than spending time with family, that's for sure." Sam looked over at his brother, who was still conversing with the pretty blonde woman from earlier, before returning his attention to the bartender. With a quick smile, Sam answered, "Yeah, family is the most important thing."


Dean was enjoying himself. Here he was with this lovely blonde woman named Shelly... or was it Shelia? It didn't matter, as they moved their way over to where four men had just finished their game of pool.

"Mind if I play a game with you guys? Maybe make the game more interesting by betting some money on the game." The four men looked skeptically at the man before them. The oldest of the four men, Matt, acknowledged Dean and handed him a pool stick.

"How much are you willing to bet?" Matt sneered as he gazed at the new comer.

"However much you're willing to lose." Dean replied with a mocking grin. Matt's other three friends looked towards their friend, wondering if their short-tempered pal would blow a fuse. Matt merely huffed in response.

"I'll bet $200." Matt motioned for his friends to join in on the game. They hesitantly pulled out $200 each and placed it on the table. Dean reached into his back pocket and retrieved two $100 bills and added it to the pile.

"Since you're new, we'll let you start." Matt replied as he set the table.

Man, they never get any smarter. Oh well. More money for me. Dean thought smugly to himself as he took the first shot.


Sam had been talking to the bartender, Doug, for the last 40 minutes while the pool game behind him went on. He could hear the other people crowding around the table as the matches got under way. Three matches went on, back to back. Dean won all of them easily. After sinking the last shot, Dean stood up and collected his money after beating Matt.

"Well thank you ladies for the game, but I think my work here is done for the night." It was nearing 1:30 A.M and Dean was ready to head back to the motel to get some sleep. His ribs weren't hurting too badly, which he was thankful for. Shelia, as it turned out, decided to leave the bar early, but not before giving her cell number to Dean. Sam finished his conversation with Doug and headed out the door behind Dean.


Matt was red in the face with anger.

"No little punk comes in here and beats me at pool!" His friends merely nodded their heads in agreement. They were all pissed at being royally beaten by some random guy with a smart-ass mouth. Matt's face twisted into a grin.

"Let's teach him a little lesson then, shall we?"


"Man, you should have seen how badly I kicked their asses tonight Sam!" Dean was almost bouncing with unshed energy.

"Yeah yeah. I'm sure..." Sam was interrupted by the slamming of the bar door, with four sets of heavy feet coming up behind them.

"Hey! You think you can just walk away with that little stunt you pulled back there, huh!" Both brothers turned around to face the four men. Dean moved in front of Sam and stood there protectively and glared at the young man before him.

"Well next time don't wager money you're not willing to lose."

"I never lose!" Matt's voice boomed out around them in the empty parking lot. Sam tensed. The rain had started up again, coming down in a light drizzle, making the gravel parking lot a tad slippery.

Dean, why are you always getting yourself into stupid bar fights with people who have a preschool education? Sam didn't have anymore time to ponder that thought as Matt threw the first punchat Dean. Dean easily dogged the intended hit, and drove his fist into Matt's stomach, causing agrunting sound as Matt doubled over in pain. The other three advanced towards Dean. Samstepped in and took on the first guy. The guy was about 4 inches shorter, but was at least 50 pounds heavier than Sam. The guy threw back a fist and aimed for Sam's face. Sam sidestepped the hit and threw his own punch which hit the guy squarely on the left side of his jaw. His head snapped back and he stumbled backwards a few steps. Sam followed up with two hits to the guy's stomach and another hit to the face. The guy was down on the ground and wouldn't be getting up for a while.

Sam looked over in his brother's direction to see how he was fairing. Sam was fuming as he made his way over to where his brother was fighting, as he watched one of Matt's friends hit Dean in the side of the head.

Dean had dispatched one of the other guys while Matt was still down for the count. He was just turning around, when Dean felt a fist connect with the side of his head.

"Son of a..." Dean muttered as he stumbled sideways a few steps. Dean turned towards the idiot who had just hit him and drove his fist into the guy's face and then kicked the guy in the chest, knocking him down to the ground. The last guy came up behind Dean.

"Dean!" Dean looked at Sam and ducked, just as Sam's fist extended through the space where Dean's head had been. His fist connected with the fourth man's face, knocking him flat on his back. Dean looked back at the man on the ground and chuckled.

"Nice hit Sammy." Dean moved over to where Matt was sitting on the ground.

"Next time you want to pick a fight, make sure it's a fight you can actually win. Now get lost." Matt slipped on the wet ground as he tried to stand. He cursed as he and his buddies staggered back into the bar, each one glaring at the brothers as they passed them.

"This isn't over." Matt growled under his breath, his gaze firmly fixed upon Dean.

"It is for you, buddy-boy." Dean answered coldly. Dean and Sam waited till the guys were inside the bar before turning their backs and heading towards the Impala.

"The locals sure are friendly." Dean said dryly as they got into the Impala and closed the doors. Sam merely shook his head.

"Yeah and you sure know how to keep a low profile, Dean."

"Whatever, dude." Dean muttered as he pulled the Impala out of the parking lot and back onto the main street, while the classic mullet rock was blaring out of the stereo.

After reaching the motel room and slamming the motel door, both brothers collapsed into bed, not even bothering to change their clothes. Dean tossed his jacket onto the table and shut off the lamp on the nightstand and was soon fast asleep. Sam stayed awake a little longer, sleep not coming quite as quickly as it had for his brother. Finally he, too, succumbed to sleep.


A/N: Well what do you guys think? Hope you like it so far. Limp!Sam coming up next chapter!!