Just because I can't get enough Sam angst, lol. Not my best story, but please review anyway :) It will get better!

Sam shook his head. He couldn't believe it. It really was true. He really was cursed. Tyler died, and Ava is gone; and probably dead too. He stared at the pain killers on the table next to him. Quickly he swallowed them.

"Hey Sammy, you ready?" Dean asked as he walked into the hotel. Sam quickly stuffed the pills in his bag. He looked up.

"Yeah," he said calmly. "Ready." With that he grabbed the bag and went to the car. Frowning Dean followed him, eyeing the bag cautiously.

A few hours later they pulled into a gas station, Dean waited as Sam got them snacks and went to the restroom. He put his hand to his neck as he eyed the bag in the backseat. He didn't like the idea of snooping around his brother's things, but he felt like he had no choice. Sam had been acting different, quieter-even for him. More distant. He seemed to be even shutting Dean out.

"Sorry little bro," he muttered as he dove into the bag. Amazed that he found something so quickly he emerged with the pain killers. He stared at them in shock.

"What the hell have you been doing to yourself, Sammy?" He still stared at it. He couldn't believe it. His brother, the do gooder had been doing drugs. Drugs.

"Protect Sammy, look after him...." His father's words drifted into his head.

So much for keeping that promise. Wasn't doing a very good job if his little brother was into drugs. He shook his head.

At least it wasn't hardcore drugs. And if it was soon enough he could help Sammy through the wihtdrawl period. Thank God he found it now instead of later. When it could have been to late.

"Sorry I was gone so long." Sam said, making Dean jump and quickly hide the pills next to his leg.

"Tha'ts okay, Sammy," Dean said, smiling. "Not like you could help it." He fingered the bottle nervously.

"Uh huh." Sam said after staring at him. He eyed the duffle. Maybe, just maybe he could snag the pills while grabbing something else, like a towel. "You know what? I forgot to use the restroom. It'll only be a few moments."

"Sure," Dean shrugged. "Whatever man."

Sam frowned.

"Everything okay Dean?"

"Yeah," Dean said. "Everything's fine."

Sam grabbed his duffle and started to shuffle through it.

"What the hell?"

Deans lips curled into a knowing smile.

"Missing something?"

"What?" Sam looked at him sharply. "Oh, no nothing."

"You sure this is nothing?" Dean fished out the pain killers. Sam stared at him.

"Dude, you went through my stuff?" He demanded.

"Wouldn't have to if I wasn't worried about you. Drugs, seriously man?" Dean shook his head. "I thought you were a lot of things, Sammy, but an IDIOT was never one of them."

"You don't know anything about it!" Sam suddenly shouted. Dean eyed the people staring at him.

"Dude, just chill. Okay?" He said slowly. "We don't want to draw attention to ourselves."

"I don't care about that," Sam snapped, fury in his eyes. "You have NO RIGHT to go through my stuff!"

"And you have no right do to drugs!" Dean bellowed back. "You know what?" He shook his head. "You're a selfish son of a bitch, do you know that?"

"Selfish?" Sam snapped. "How the HELL am I the selfish one?"

"All you care about is your own goddamned self," Dean snapped. "You don't think about what's going to happen. What would happen if I found you overdosed, huh? And had put you in the ground myself?! Did you even THINK about that? Did you?"

"Come on man," scoffed Sam. "It's not even that bad! It's just pain killers, that's all. For my headaches...and for all the shit that's happened to me. All the people that I've killed...Tyler, Ava...everyone.."

"First of all, we don't know where Ava is," Dean snapped. "Second of all, Tyler's death wasn't your fautl Sammy! None their deaths were! Now will you stop acting so Goddamned self rightous all the time?"

Sam stared at him.

"Give me the pills, Dean," he demanded.

"Hell no! You think I'm stupid?" Dean gave a short laugh. "You really do think I'm that stupid." He shook his head.

Sam continued to stare at him.

"Go to hell," he snarled as he grabbed the duffle and slammed the door in Dean's face.

"Sam! Get back here Sam!" Dean got out of the car. "You really think I'm going to leave your sorry ass by yourself?"

"Yes, for once just leave me the hell alone for Gods sake, Dean!" Sam shouted as he faced Dean while walking backwards. "Please, just LEAVE ME-" but before he could finish his sentence a car came flying out of no where and slammed into Sam Winchester....

Again, not my best story, I had a rather hard time of starting this one. Please review anyway, though! Don't worry, not going to kill Sammy in this story :)