Sammi and Sam's Supernatural Adventures

Deja Dean

Dean's 38th Birthday was one we wouldn't soon forget. Rather than stay home and celebrate with his family, he decided to go out and celebrate. Luckily for us, he invited Declan to go along, so naturally we asked him to keep an eye on Dean. "I will try to keep him from going too crazy," Declan promised us. "And you know I won't be drinking any form of alcohol, so I will call you if I need you." With that said, the two of them left around noon time. Sam had physical therapy that day, so we made a day out of it. Dad drove and once again I tagged along. Marissa had the kids and was going to meet us after Sam's session for a late lunch. Our day was going great until just after dinner. We had met up at Dad and Marissa's, where she had cooked a five course meal, and were just sitting down to relax when my phone started buzzing. A quick glance at the screen told me it was Declan calling. "Hey big brother," I said. "Everything alright?" "Not really," he admitted. "Dean's not looking so hot right now. He only had two beers, but he mentioned that it was his birthday and people have been buying him shots all night." "Has he tried to leave at all?" I asked. "Thankfully no," Declan replied. "But I haven't been able to trick him into giving me the keys to the car." "Can you get close enough to him to put the phone up to his ear?" I asked. "I think I could arrange that, sure," he said. "Hello?" Dean was slurring his words. "Hey Dean," I said. "It's Sammi girl. I need a favor. I need you to give Declan your car keys. I'm coming by to pick up Baby. I have a surprise for her and you for your birthday." I didn't really, but I figured it was the best way to get him to hand over his keys. "Ok," he said, drunkenly. I listened for the jingling of the keys and then heard Declan say, "Got 'em!" "I love you, princess," Dean said. "I love you too, Dean," I replied. "Put Declan back on the phone, ok?" "I'm back," Declan said. "What the hell did you say to him to get him to hand them over? I thought I tried everything!" "I told him I had a birthday present for him and Baby," I told him. "I really don't, but it worked, didn't it?" "What do I do now?" Declan asked. "It's not like I can drive without getting helped into the car." "Text me the address of the bar and I will come and get you," I said. "I'll help you into the car and Dean can ride with me." My phone lit up while I was still talking to my brother, letting me know I had a message waiting. "You might want to hurry up," Declan said. "He's going to get alcohol poisoning at this rate." "I'll be there soon," I promised. I hung up the phone and started toward the door, but was stopped by Sam. "Where are you running off to in such a hurry?" he asked. "Your brother overdid it again," I told him. "I am going to go pick him up and bring him home before he gives himself alcohol poisoning." Sam shook his head. "Dammit, Dean," he said, more to himself than to me. "I want to come along." "Are you sure, honey?" I asked. "He's my brother," he replied. "I want to be there." "I can't argue with that," I said. "Let me just get Dad to help me get you into the car." "I can do it, baby," he assured me. "Just get me close enough to the door and I'll do the rest." "If you're sure..." I said. "I'm sure," he smiled. I pushed his chair as close to the car as I could and watched with pride as he lifted himself into the passenger seat. He had come a really long way in the short few weeks since his accident! Once I loaded his chair into the trunk, we were on our way to the bar to save Dean from himself. We got to the bar in record time and I left Sam in the car while I made my way inside. Declan flagged me down and I walked in his direction. "He's over there," he pointed. "I lost count after shot fifteen. I am SO sorry I didn't try harder to stop him." "Dean is an adult, Declan," I said. "You're not his babysitter. You did your best to keep him from going overboard. This isn't your fault. Go out by Baby and I will meet you there in a few." Declan gave me a hug and then did as he was asked. I made my way over to where Dean was getting ready to suck back another shot. "Looks like the drink police just showed up," one of the guys at the bar said. Ignoring his comment, I pulled Dean away from the bar and said, "We're taking you home. You've had more than enough fun for one night." "B..n..pffft," was all he could say. I escorted him out of the bar to the sounds of some of the guys yelling "Buzzkill!" and "Let him go!" When we got out to the car, I took out a pair of handcuffs from the trunk and handcuffed him to the door handle while I helped Declan get into Dean's car. "We'll see you at home," I told him as he waved and drove away. I walked back over to my car where Dean was sitting on the ground, covered in vomit and looking like he was about to pass out. I opened the trunk and grabbed an old blanket that I had in there and spread it across the back seat. "Do you need help getting him inside the car?" Sam asked. "Don't overdo it," I told him. "I'll be ok." After unlocking the handcuffs, Sam watched in amazement, and possibly a little horror, as I squatted next to Dean, put one hand under his legs and one around his waist. I lifted him up and put him across the backseat, closed the door behind me and made my way back into the driver's seat. "I knew you were strong, but hot damn!" Sam exclaimed. "You know Dean weighs about 210? Maybe a little less, but still..." "Let's just worry about getting him home, not about how much I can lift," I smiled. When we got back to the house, Dad was there waiting for us. Declan had filled him in on the events of the night and he figured I might need a hand getting Dean up to bed. While Sam got himself out and into his chair, Dad and I lifted Dean out of the car and carried him up to his room. After getting him into bed, I grabbed a trash can and stuck it next to his head just in case. I kissed his forehead and said, "Happy Birthday, Dean. I really hope you're happy with yourself. We hate seeing you this way." I walked out of the room and closed the door behind me. As I curled up on the sofa bed next to Sam that night, I couldn't help but worry if Dean was going to be alright. I would get my answer the following morning....