"Deeeaaaaannnnnnn..." The half-drunk voice said once more. "Are you ready..for more?" Dean could vaguely hear the drunk voice, his conciousness was slipping, or was it his life? He wasn't sure. All he knew is that someone would stop his brother. His little broter Sammy, an innocent young man turned into the deranged, drunken monster that he knew today. How could he let this happen? His mind blurred from the continuous loss of blood. The red liquid was streaming down the long, deep gashes that ran acrosss his arms.
This had been going on for months now. Sam would return from the town bar, drunk. Dean thought this would've worn off, but as it got worse, Dean lost faith quickly. Eventually Sam decided to take his drunk rage out. On Dean. First it started it out as punches. Then it came to bounding and gagging him, then proceeding to slice him wih sharp knves. This night was different, Sam had come home with a cable in his hand. He was going to tie it in a noose aroud Dean's neck. As Dean realised this murder threat, he fought back. After Sam had pulled the knives on him, he retreated to the bathroom. Where he was currently sitting. His breath nearly stopped as he saw a long, deadly looking ax make a hole in he door. Once he wood was weak enough, Sam kicked down the door. He gave Dean a twisted, psycho smile. "Sammy... Please..." Deans words stopped as Sam knocked him out with one swift kick to the face.