First in The Coda Series.

Fallout

It was 2005 at the Roosevelt asylum when Sam shot Dean in the chest, point blank, with a shotgun shell full of rock salt. Dean muscled through the case, as he usually did, using sheer power of will and the desperate need to get his Sammy back.
"Do we need to talk about this?" Sammy had asked as they both ( Read more... )

Part 1: http://missbayliss.livejournal.com/18335.html

CodaDean coughed into his clenched fist, staring down at the pop quiz he hadn’t answered a single question of. His vision was swimming. He could barely make sense of the words in front of him. He coughed again ( Read more... )

Chapter Twenty Six

Sam wasn’t sure if Dean remembered their talk that night, about dad, and all the things he’d revealed. Very telling things about his current mental state. Even how they talked about Katie. Sam wasn’t sure. But he dare not ask. Whatever it was, whatever had broken in Dean that night had somehow transitioned into where he was now ( Read more... )

Chapter Twenty Five

Dean took the pills and lay on the bench for a while, his head throbbing from what was probably a mild concussion. Riley carted her fingers through his hair and he almost let himself fall asleep at how tender the gesture was, but Sam had gripped his arm and kept him conscious. Eventually, once the relaxants and painkillers had ( Read more... )

Chapter Twenty Four

Dean needed a bottle. He needed a bottle right now. His hands were shaking, mouth watering. He wanted to throw up. God, how could he be so stupid?
"Son?" Bobby tapped on the door, "Why don't you come out and talk about things?"
Dean wiped the sweat off his brow.
"Why don't you tell me what happened?"
He couldn't answer Bobby ( Read more... )

Chapter Twenty Three

The shower was nice. The warm water seemed to relax everything and he was able to wash away the salty sweat from his skin. He even ran some shampoo through his hair.
He turned the water off and used the rails to get out of the shower chair, the shower chair he would one day take a baseball bat to.
Scratch, scratch.
Dean ( Read more... )

Chapter Twenty Two

Sam gulped, trying to think of a way out of this. He had nothing. He had no excuse at all.
“Sam,” Bobby said, lowering his voice, “if you’re doing something you shouldn’t be doing, I want you to get out quick. You hear me?”
Sam nodded, lips in a tight line.
“You know you can come to me for help, right?”
“Of course,” Sam said.
“ ( Read more... )

Chapter Twenty One

Riley helped get Dean into the passenger seat then turned sharply to Sam, “I’ll be talking to you later.”
“Riley, I -“
“Hey,” she stopped him, eyes wide, “You can justify why you skipped out on work and your brother later. Just take him home.”
Sam swallowed, clenching his jaw. He looked down, about to say something, when Riley ( Read more... )

Just a tiny little one-shot that I scrawled down. Thought some of you might appreciate it
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Chapter Twenty

“Sam, pick up your damn phone. I’m taking Dean to the hospital.”
“You’re gonna… freak him out,” Dean panted.
“Why shouldn’t he freak out?” Riley sighed, “How you doing, stud?”
Dean coughed, leaning forward and clutching at the dashboard of Riley’s car, “God,” he pressed his head against it, “My chest… friggen hurts.”
“Okay, honey. ( Read more... )