ONSRA [MALEOC]

[CHAPTER 32]

SEASON 3, EP. 10
Dream a Little Dream of Me (Pt. 1)

    To say Beau was tired would be an understatement, he went to bed early this morning and woke up only a couple hours later. And now, he was sitting at a bar beside Sam, keeping a close eye on him, because why not and it's not like Dean had been talking his ear off lately.

    Beau's tired eyes worriedly watch Sam drink another shot of whiskey. "Sam, are you sure you should be drinking this early?"

    Sam rolled his eyes, he looks sad and is quite obviously a bit drunk. "What's it to you?"

    Beau frowns for a bit, not sure where the attitude is coming from. "Look man, I'm just worried about you. I know a lot hasn't been going your way recently and I just - I wanna help."

    Sam looked at him and nodded, "I'm sorry, it's just.. Dean's running out of time and I don't have a way to save him, and I've tried everything and I mean everything but I still come back with nothing."

    Beau puts a hand on his back, "Sam I know you're gonna miss him, hell I'll miss him, even though he's been acting like a dick recently." Beau smiled when he saw Sam let out a huff of amusement, "But, sometimes people just can't be saved."

    Sam sadly nodded and looked back at his glass sadly, "yea, maybe you're right, I don't know." Sam continues to look at his glass, a hopeless look in his eyes no matter how much Beau tried to console him.

    "There you two are. What are you doing?"

    Beau glances behind him and sees Dean walking towards them, he throws his arms up when he gets closer.

    Sam turns to him and shrugs, "having a drink."

    Dean takes a glance at Beau to see if he knows what's going on. Beau mouths 'worried about you' to him and Dean quickly catches on to what he's talking about.

    "It's two in the afternoon. You're drinking whiskey?"

    Sam gives him a look, "I drink whiskey all the time."

    "No, you don't."

    Sam shrugs and looks around the bar. "What's the big deal? You get sloppy in bars, you hit on people all the time. Why can't I?"

    Dean looks around and sees there's not many people in the bar, and there only seems to be one woman in the bar who's quite a bit older than Sam. "It's kind of slim picking around here." He looks at Sam, who's kind of just staring off with a depressed look. Dean's brows furrow, "what's going on with you?"

    Beau puts his hand back on Sam's shoulder when he sees Sam shake his head, he doesn't say anything for a few moments. He looks completely lost, "I tried Dean."

    Dean kind of looks around, a bit confused on what exactly he's saying. "To do what?"

    "To save you."

    Dean gives a look as if it was going to take a while to calm him down, he pulls up a stool and sits down beside Sam. He calls out to the bartender, "can I get a whiskey? Double. neat."

    Sam sighs, "I'm serious, Dean."

    "No, you're drunk."

    "I mean, where you're going...what you're gonna become." Sam looks at Dean as his eyes well up with tears before looking out at the bar with a scoff and shake of his head. "I can't stop it. I'm starting to think even Ruby can't stop it. But really, the thing is, no one can save you."

    "What I've been telling you."

    "No, that's not what I mean. I mean, no one can save, because you don't wanna be saved." Sam shakes his head sadly and looks at his brother, "I mean, how can you care so little about yourself."