Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, or the characters thereof. This is just for fun.

I know that it has been a long time since I've done anything with this fic, sorry! So here's the start of a rewritten version of 'The Reason Why'

Enjoy

The Beginning

It was a night not unlike any other in the small town of Price, Utah, and Dean Winchester had been drinking at a bar, while his brother Sam was back at their latest motel, searching for another hunt.

The bar itself was rather ordinary, Dean thought, and as for the women it was slim pickings that night, but sometimes it just seemed easier to stay out, at least for another hour.

But after many hours of drinking Dean no longer had much of a choice other than to return to the motel as the bar was closing.

After paying off of his tab, Dean stumbled drunkenly out into the night.

Dean had no idea of the events that would follow.

That was when Dean stumbled, just walking along the footpath, and in his severely inebriated state he had no chance to catch himself, as he fell into the car's path.

The driver tried to swerve, but it was too late, there was no time for the guy to stop. The car hit Dean on his left side, violently throwing him several feet through the air.

Before the driver could get to him, Dean was already on his feet, walking away; between the alcohol and adrenaline in Dean's system, he barely felt the impact, he certainly couldn't tell if he was injured.

Sam was sitting on his bed, working on his laptop, as he saw a figure through the window. It wasn't hard to tell that the guy was in bad shape; little did Sam know that it was his own brother.

Sam went out to the balcony to see if the guy needed help, and as he stepped out of the room. Only as he caught sight of the man under the dim lighting of the motel balcony could Sam realise that this man was no stranger, it was his older brother, soaked, bleeding, and struggling to walk. He quickly closed the short distance between himself and his brother. "Shit, Dean... What the hell'd you do?" Sam murmured as he wrapped his arm around Dean, helping him back into the room.

Dean slurred his words as he replied, "Had a bit of a run in with a car, Sammy."

Sam could smell the alcohol on his brother's breath, but Dean's slurring still worried him, especially if he'd been hit by a car, and knowing that this would not be the first time that Dean had been badly hurt and failed to disclose the full extent of his injuries.

As Sam helped Dean make a less than graceful decent onto the closer bed, he urgently asked him, "What happened exactly, Dean? Did you get hit by a car?"

Dean was struggling to stay awake, he just kept drifting off as his brother tried desperately to get an explanation, any kind of explanation.

"Come on Dean, talk to me," Sam kept urging his brother to stay awake as he checked him over. As far as Sam could tell Dean wasn't hurt too badly, maybe a couple of broken ribs, some relatively minor cuts and scrapes, a dislocated shoulder. What worried Sam was his brother's level of consciousness, and the fact that he was feeling little to no pain, when Sam found a large contusion on the back of Dean's head, that set it in his mind, he needed to take Dean to the hospital, especially if he couldn't get the full story out of him.

"Dean, come on, wake up. We've got to get you to the hospital, you're hurt too bad for me to patch you up."

For a second Dean appeared to be cooperating, then as though a switch flipped in his sluggish mind, Dean turned around, and bluntly said, "Not going to hospital."

Despite Dean's continued protests, soon they arrived at the local hospital; Sam had blocked out Dean's increasingly panicked complaints as he drove, firmly set in his mind that Dean needed to be checked out by a doctor.

As Sam half carried Dean into the emergency department, they were quickly approached by several nurses and orderlies, who took Dean straight back into the treatment area, while Sam was asked to wait.

Three hours later, Sam was finally approached by one of the hospital's more experienced emergency physicians, Dr King. As they stood in the waiting area, Sam was delivered a devastating blow that he had never, not even in his worst nightmare could have seen coming, "Sam, would you happen to know, is Dean bulimic?"

TBC... More soon

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