In which things get pretty bad.
[Cleaned up AIM log with likely_evil. Set in the Detective AU. Pre-series, back before Dean went to prison.]
Sam: Hey... Dean... Dean. Hi. How are you?
Dean: Sam, what the hell are you doing?
Sam: What do you mean, I'm just standing here... talking ta people. Now I'm talking to you...
Dean: You're high. Since when are you getting high?
Sam: Since... Since I got kicked outta law school. You know, it's funny... they don't like it when you fail a few tests. Everyone deserves a few F's. Keeps it real, ya know?
Dean: *rubs his eyes lightly* Damnit, Sammy.
Sam: It's no big deal. If I don't got a job with an income that they know about, I don't even got to pay the loans back!
Dean: Actually, no Sam. You don't, but I do. Dad cosigned those loans with you, and if you default, the debt would pass to Dad, but since he's dead, it goes to me. I can't pay that kind of money.
Sam: No, you can go to court and ask them to show yer signature. *laughs* If you didn't sign for it, you're not responsible for his debts!
Dean: Jesus Christ, what are you on, Sam?
Sam: *confused look* I'm on the sidewalk...
Dean: Drugs, Sam. What drugs are you on?
Sam: Ruby was right, you are a buzzkill. What are you gonna do, Dean? Arrest me? *totally avoiding the question.*
Dean: Maybe I should. Is my job, after all.
Sam: You gonna arrest me for standing on a street corner? You don't have any charges. I ain't dealing. *even high, Sam remembers his law school training*
Dean: No, but you're stoned, Sam. Even someone without drug training could see that. If I searched you right now, would you come up clean?
Sam: *smirks, because Dean being there had scared his dealer away, so he actually was clean at the moment* Just a little too much Nyquil. I got a cold. The bottle's at my place if you want to come over.
Dean: *just stares at his brother for a moment, not really sure what to say to that, and he's actually looking a little scared, to be honest* What happened to you, Sam?
Sam: *snorts and looks away* Life.
Dean: *rubs his eyes and starts to take his brother's arm lightly* C'mon, Sammy. Let's just go back to my place, get you cleaned up.
Sam: *jerks his hand away* No. I'm not going anywhere with you. I'm done with you trying to... to boss me around.
Dean: I'm not tryin' to boss you around. I'm trying to help you.
Sam: I don't need your help.
Dean: Fuck, Sam, you're on drugs.
Sam: And you know what, I'm happier than I've been in the last six months. In fact, I feel fricken fantastic. Just because YOU don't like it doesn't mean that I have to listen to you anymore.
Dean: Sam, you could wind up in jail, or worse. You're killing yourself.
Sam: At least it'd be me doing it, and not you. *glaring*
Dean: *recoils like he's been slapped*
Sam: Stay out of my life, Dean. You don't know what I've gone through. This? Is more comfort that you ever gave me.
Dean: I can't protect you from this, Sam. I'm giving you a chance here. Next time you get caught ...
Sam: Yeah, yeah, I know. *snorts and rolls eyes* I ain't doing nothing wrong, Dean. Just standing on a corner. Stop pretending you care and go back to your job.
Dean: *stare* I'm not pretending. You're my brother.
Sam: Yeah, like that means anything. I was using before I left home. You didn't care to notice that. Didn't notice anything, just kept working. Work work work, that's what Dean does when he's mad at himself. Forget Sammy at home, I can pull another shift. Forget that our father died and I killed him and Sammy might need me around. Oh no, I'm gonna take another overnight shift. He'll be fine. Screw you, Dean. *points his finger and almost stabs it on Dean's chest* Now, I'm fine. And I don't give a damn what you think.
Dean: *grits his teeth* I was working to pay the rent, Sam. I was working so that I could afford to pay for things for us, like food and the heat, since you were so busy getting stoned apparently, that you couldn't be bothered to get a damn job. I was trying to keep us solvent, because every goddamn thing doesn't revolve around you!
Sam: NO, but apparently it's all supposed to revolve around you. I'm done here. Have a nice life, Dean. *goes to walk away*
Dean: *lets him go because he doesn't know what else to do*
Sam: Hey... Dean... Dean. Hi. How are you?
Dean: Sam, what the hell are you doing?
Sam: What do you mean, I'm just standing here... talking ta people. Now I'm talking to you...
Dean: You're high. Since when are you getting high?
Sam: Since... Since I got kicked outta law school. You know, it's funny... they don't like it when you fail a few tests. Everyone deserves a few F's. Keeps it real, ya know?
Dean: *rubs his eyes lightly* Damnit, Sammy.
Sam: It's no big deal. If I don't got a job with an income that they know about, I don't even got to pay the loans back!
Dean: Actually, no Sam. You don't, but I do. Dad cosigned those loans with you, and if you default, the debt would pass to Dad, but since he's dead, it goes to me. I can't pay that kind of money.
Sam: No, you can go to court and ask them to show yer signature. *laughs* If you didn't sign for it, you're not responsible for his debts!
Dean: Jesus Christ, what are you on, Sam?
Sam: *confused look* I'm on the sidewalk...
Dean: Drugs, Sam. What drugs are you on?
Sam: Ruby was right, you are a buzzkill. What are you gonna do, Dean? Arrest me? *totally avoiding the question.*
Dean: Maybe I should. Is my job, after all.
Sam: You gonna arrest me for standing on a street corner? You don't have any charges. I ain't dealing. *even high, Sam remembers his law school training*
Dean: No, but you're stoned, Sam. Even someone without drug training could see that. If I searched you right now, would you come up clean?
Sam: *smirks, because Dean being there had scared his dealer away, so he actually was clean at the moment* Just a little too much Nyquil. I got a cold. The bottle's at my place if you want to come over.
Dean: *just stares at his brother for a moment, not really sure what to say to that, and he's actually looking a little scared, to be honest* What happened to you, Sam?
Sam: *snorts and looks away* Life.
Dean: *rubs his eyes and starts to take his brother's arm lightly* C'mon, Sammy. Let's just go back to my place, get you cleaned up.
Sam: *jerks his hand away* No. I'm not going anywhere with you. I'm done with you trying to... to boss me around.
Dean: I'm not tryin' to boss you around. I'm trying to help you.
Sam: I don't need your help.
Dean: Fuck, Sam, you're on drugs.
Sam: And you know what, I'm happier than I've been in the last six months. In fact, I feel fricken fantastic. Just because YOU don't like it doesn't mean that I have to listen to you anymore.
Dean: Sam, you could wind up in jail, or worse. You're killing yourself.
Sam: At least it'd be me doing it, and not you. *glaring*
Dean: *recoils like he's been slapped*
Sam: Stay out of my life, Dean. You don't know what I've gone through. This? Is more comfort that you ever gave me.
Dean: I can't protect you from this, Sam. I'm giving you a chance here. Next time you get caught ...
Sam: Yeah, yeah, I know. *snorts and rolls eyes* I ain't doing nothing wrong, Dean. Just standing on a corner. Stop pretending you care and go back to your job.
Dean: *stare* I'm not pretending. You're my brother.
Sam: Yeah, like that means anything. I was using before I left home. You didn't care to notice that. Didn't notice anything, just kept working. Work work work, that's what Dean does when he's mad at himself. Forget Sammy at home, I can pull another shift. Forget that our father died and I killed him and Sammy might need me around. Oh no, I'm gonna take another overnight shift. He'll be fine. Screw you, Dean. *points his finger and almost stabs it on Dean's chest* Now, I'm fine. And I don't give a damn what you think.
Dean: *grits his teeth* I was working to pay the rent, Sam. I was working so that I could afford to pay for things for us, like food and the heat, since you were so busy getting stoned apparently, that you couldn't be bothered to get a damn job. I was trying to keep us solvent, because every goddamn thing doesn't revolve around you!
Sam: NO, but apparently it's all supposed to revolve around you. I'm done here. Have a nice life, Dean. *goes to walk away*
Dean: *lets him go because he doesn't know what else to do*