Broken Wings

We're All Mad Here

"God, how much does this man go out?" I thought in my head. "Really though? The amount of times he's been out is endless" I sighed and heard the door slowly open as Sam came in with white bags in his hands. I gave Sam a look and rolled my eyes. "What?" Sam replied firmly. "Nothing." I said. Sam coming down stairs put the bags down on the table and ran his hands through his hair. "This is about Dean isn't it." He looked right into my eyes.

"OKAY, fine this IS about Dean!" I yelled into Sam's face as loud as I can.

"Look, you already know how Dean hates these ideas. If we told him he'd freak out and God know's when we'll come up with anything else." Sam replied. "Plus, he came right to us Cass! How many times does something in our favor happen? We're so close I can feel it."

"It doesn't matter, he's a part of this, he's family. I thought you told me that we don't leave family out!"

Sam sighed loudly, "There's just some things that need to be done and when they need to be done sometimes you leave everyone out. But, at the end of the day, it's for their own benefit. Keep that in mind."

"We have to tell him. We can't leave him out in the dark." I said worried. "Fine. If you think we have to then fine, go ahead. But, if he gets mad and pissed then don't come complaining to me."

"Where is he anyways?" I asked frustrated. "He always leaves at this time of the day." Sam scoffed "Probably at a bar, hitting on some blonde chick."

"I'm going to go sleep, I don't think I'm hungry anymore." Sam said looking down at the table, "Night Cass." He walked towards his room, leaving me alone in main room of the bunker.

"Winchesters." I said quietly in anger. "Where the hell are you Dean?"

{Third Person Point Of View: Dean Winchester's perspective}

Dean looked around in agony looking for something to say to her, something to forget the problems they were both going through. She looked into his eyes, looking for an answer.

"He's my brother Lisa." He looked back at her, his eyes filling up with tears.

"And what am I Dean?.... God! I can't do this!" She took her purse and got out of the chair with anger.

Dean quickly grabbed her arm, "Please don't do this to me."

She looked at him again, "It's either him or me. Pick a side Dean, before it's too late."

Dean's eyes started to swell, he grabbed the bottle of beer so hard that it was about to break. "Why do I have to be Sam's brother?"