Sam stood there frozen for a moment, then backed away before either of them could see him. Sam had seen enough. As soon as he got back to his room he was packing and leaving so fast it would make you're head spin.
"SAMMY!" Dean screamed as he came.
"Wrong name bitch!" Jo whispered into his ear.
"Get off me." Dean spat as he pushed Jo off of him.
"Where are you going?"
"To my room to pack. Then take a shower."
Sam sat on the foot of the bed, he sat there in the dark. An empty bottle of whiskey sitting at his feet.
"God Sammy I'm so sorry." Dean mumble as he opened the door, flicking on the light. "SAM!"
"Hey bro." Sam slurred.
Dean rushed over to tackle Sam but was stopped. "Don't ever fucking touch me again, you cheating pig-fucker!"
"Sam I...I... You... you...saw that?"
"Why Dean? Tell me why? Am I not good enough for you? Or am I just not psychotic enough for you?"
"I...If...you...I...can't breath!" Dean spoke hyperventilating.
"Hmm maybe now you'll now what it feels like to lose everything! I loved you, I gave you everything I could ever offer to you, and that's how you re - pay me. By fucking JO! Of all people. Maybe if it where some random chick that you picked up at the bar I wouldn't be as pissed, but no you had to go and fuck Jo. How could you?" Sam screamed as tears began to stain his face.
"I had no choice. If I..."
"Dean it's simple. All you have to do is say 'No Jo I'm in love with my brother and he's the only person I will ever love.' but no just like every other fucking time you let your cock make all the fucking decisions! Don't think that I don't notice you sneaking around behind the bar every once and a while, but no I just ignore it because I love you and hoped that someday you would realize that you are my everything. But I'm done playing, Dean. I don't want to play this game anymore. Call me when you are ready to be in a real relationship, until then I hope you have fun fucking that bitch." Sam spoke as he grabbed his things and walked out of the room.
"Sammy wait! Please let me explain!" Dean cried after him.
"Explain what Dean? How you would rather fuck Jo than me? The person you supposidly love, the person who you claim you can't live with out? Okay then Dean, explain away why you where just fucking Jo."
"If I didn't she was going to kill Kasey, Tre, and Dean!"
"Where the fuck is that skank-hoe-bitch JO!" Kasey screamed, ragging through the door.
"In her room." Dean deadpanned.
"Hope ya'll didn't play her out. I want her fully awake for this!" She ranted, pulling a .45 out from behind her back. Blood drenched into her clothes, causing a sloshing sound as it popped of her skin.
"What are you going to do?" Dean asked worriedly.
"Yeah that's right Dean. Worry about your misters instead of trying to fix us!" Sam screamed "Kasey whos blood is that?"
"Tre's" She deadpanned. Then she proceed down the hall.
"No! Don't kill her!" Dean screamed.
"I'm not gonna kill her." She said with and evil smile "Can't kill my own blood. But I sure as hell can torture the people she cares about the most."
"Wha..." Dean got out before she took aim at his chest.
"Like I said. She loves you. You despise her for ruining any chance of being happy with Sam. Nifty little gift, eh?"
"Don't hurt him!" Sam begged.
"Oh but Sammy I know you want me to. I can feel it. Plus he's begging for it. He doesn't want to live a world with out you. So I'm going to make everything so simple for you."
BANG!
"DEAN!" Sam screamed, running to him. Deans limp body sank to the ground.
"I'm gonna..." Sam tailed of as the barrel was face to face with him.
"Gonna kill me? Hmm, yet your the one staring down the barrel of a .45."
Okay I added a few things to this chapter. And this is the end, unfortunally. But there will be sequel. If any of you have a song I could base it around let me now, I now it's weird but as you can see I based this one around .45 by shine down (which I own nothing of) so ya. Anyway enough rambling click the pretty purple button and review! Please.