sullivan's} {was the enemy just your brother all along
Dean: [is in a bar. this is not unusual. He's got Wesley and Finn with him, and they haven't been there long, so they haven't had a lot, but they mostly laughing and joking on the corner of the bar, while Dean orders them a bottle of whiskey.]
Sam: [is outside of the bar. since he got the message from his brother, he debated reacting, even showing up. but, he's there in a suit after work. he looks very out of place as he steps inside]
Dean: [if someone sent his brother a message, it wasn't Dean. Maybe someone with Dean's phone -- it's been known to happen, but Dean isn't looking to get his brother's attention. He still doesn't know what he's doing about Sam, but he turns when Wesley nudges him and nods in Sam's direction. Dean looks up and meets his brother's eyes, before reaching for his glass and turning back to the conversation]
Sam: [ Probably Finn if he thinks about it. Terrible spelling and autocorrect all over the place. Taking a breath, he approaches, not waiting for permission] Dean.
Dean: [looks up, but there's no warmth or recognition] Can I help you?
Sam: Dean.
Dean: [pushes up from the table and looks his brother dead in the eye] Can I. Help you?
Sam: Someone - [he doesn't need this] Did you do it?
Dean: Did I do what?
Sam: Dean, you know what I'm talking about. You sent the message...
Dean: [eyes roll over to fix on Finn for a moment, before looking back at his brother] I didn't, actually. But thanks for dropping by, Sammy.
Sam: How's Dad?
Dean: Dad's great. Not that you care.
Sam: I do.
Dean: Bullshit.
Sam: No, Dean. Not bullshit.
Dean: If you cared about Dad -- about any of us for that matter, you would have picked up a goddamn phone in the past eight years to let us know that you were okay. You would have at least had enough respect to call our mother so that she wasn't worried sick about you all the time. I had to watch her worry about you, Sam, how do you think that felt for me?
Sam: I couldn't be in that world. I couldn't stand another second while dad - while anyone -
Dean: Yeah, I get that. You're too good to get your hands dirty, and that's fine. But we're still your fucking family, Sam. That doesn't mean you can write us off like trash.
Sam: I didn't write you off like trash. I got accepted into college.
Dean: Yeah. But no phone calls, no e-mails, not even a goddamn text message. I got the idea. You didn't want us. After everything I did for you.
Sam: I needed to make it on my own without the backing of my family. I needed to know that I could do it. [he's making excuses, he knows that, but he can't admit to himself that he can't think of himself as one of them]
Dean: [purses his lips a bit, before nodding] Right. Of course. Well, nice seeing you, Sam. Have a nice life. [and with that he turns back to the table, reaching for his bottle]
Sam: Hey. [he looks up at Wes and Finn, tapping into something he hasn't done in years] Leave us.
Wesley: [looks to Dean. No offense Sam, but you just said you didn't want to be in the family, therefore why should Wes listen to you]
Dean: [shakes his head, as he reaches for his glass and downs it, before turning to face Sam] You really wanna do this?
Sam: Seeing as I thought you reached out, yeah. Yeah, I do.
Dean: [nods to the back door] Outside.
Sam: [eyes bodyguards and walks to the back of the bar, out the door into the cold]
Dean: [downs the rest of the glass before he follows him, letting the door to the alley slam behind him] What do you want from me, Sam?
Sam: You're my brother.
Dean: Didn't exactly mean a whole lot to you when you ran away.
Sam: I did not - [he pauses, shaking his head] It has always meant something to me.
Dean: But clearly not enough.
Sam: What is that supposed to mean?
Dean: I get it. Dad and me, we're bad guys. We do bad things. But we're still your family, Sam. You don't just take off and disappear on your family. If they really mean that much to you don't run away from your family. Do you think I do the shit I do because it's fun?
Sam: I think you do the shit you do because you think you have no choice.
Dean: I know I have a choice. Dad may be a bastard, but I know that if I told him no, I could walk away and he wouldn't touch me. I do what he asks because he's my father, and sometimes you have to do stuff you don't like for family.
Sam: No. No, you don't not when it comes to what you do, how you do it. You have bodyguards, Dean! That's not normal!
Dean: I don't need a bodyguard. Those guys also happen to be my friends and my co-workers. And if I remember correctly, you used to date one of our enforcers.
Sam: Your memory is fuzzy.
Dean: Oh. So you and Max were never sneaking around behind Dad's back.
Sam: We never dated.
Dean: No, you just screwed around. I guess according to Sam's moral compass, that makes it all better.
Sam: Why do you have it in your head that I think I'm better than everybody else.
Dean: Because that's the way you act! It's the way you look at us! If you think that we can't see that, you're more of an idiot than I thought.
Sam: I think you're wrong but I don't think I'm any better because I chose to leave that life, to get out!
Dean: Right. Of course you don't. That's why we haven't heard from you in eight years.
Sam: What was I supposed to say?
Dean: "Hi, I'm alive" would have been a good place to start.
Sam: Did you think I went off to kill myself? Hi, Dean. I'm alive.
Dean: You know what could have happened to you out there? You may not have wanted to be part of the family, but you're still a Winchester, never mind all the other normal shit that could have happened to you.
Sam: Glad you cared. Worried.
Dean: I did. I was out of my head for that whole first year. But then I realized that if you didn't give enough of a shit to call in and find out if we were okay? Why the hell should I give a damn about you.
Sam: You didn't. You still care. I can see it. But, to make yourself feel better, you're lying about it. I'm sorry I pissed everyone off. I needed to go.
Dean: [sets his jaw] Too little, too late. [because as much as he may still care? he's still pissed as hell]
Sam: I know that's not true.
Dean: Right now it is. [starts to turn to head back into the bar]
Sam: [grabs his brother's shoulder] Dean!
Dean: [turns at that and throws a solid right hook. he's been holding back on doing that for the entire conversation, and Sam touching him is the trigger that sets him off]
Sam: [he goes down because he wasn't expecting it and it's been a long time since someone's taken a swing at him]
Dean: [his hand's still clenched in a fist, and he just looks over at his brother before shaking his head] I can't. Not yet.
Sam: I'm still a Winchester.
Dean: Yeah. But right now, I'm not too keen on the idea of you being my brother.
Sam: [he would stand, stop him, say something, but he can't. but he won't apologize for leaving]
Dean: [isn't really expecting one, because he knows his brother is too stubborn for that, so instead he just turns and heads back into the bar]