I don't anything but the plot to this story. Sam, Dean, The Impala, John and whatever I forgot belong to the CW

Warnings: Wincest, Laungage, Rape, Abuse, Death and harmful thoughts (suiciadel).

Sam was 15 the first time Dean really looked at him.

Sam was a month old the first time Dean layed those beautiful hazel eyes on him.

Sam was seven months old the last time Dean ever saw him.

Dean had yet again been transferred to another school. He had picked up and moved to another town, with a new name and a new life.

His father had tracked a pack of vampires to the small town, he currently had residence in.

They had taken residence in the tiny capital of North Dakota, Bismark. His father had lugged Dean across the greater part of the united states a total of five times in his 18 years of exsetence. He was not proud of the things he had done it those 18 years, but if it ment saving other families from going through what his family went through then he bare it just a little more.

Dean was going to be high school graduate soon, and he'd be able to leave this shit whole of a life behind soon, with college and all. At the mention of college his father hit him, he had no idea what his father would do if he actually did go. Fuck him, he was going and no one was going to stand in his way.

Sam had just started high school. He was starting a new life, away from hunting away from his father, or at least for now he was. He half expected his father to track him down, he always did, but Sam always got away. He half wondered what his really family was like. Wondered if they even missed him, if they even loved. He nows if they did they wouldn't of left him with that pig-fucker. Oh well, as long as his pig-fucking father was still in California and he was in North Dakota, he didn't have a problem.

Sam had been 12 when he ran away from his father. It was know 3 years later and still there was no site of him anywhere.

"All right class open your books. I want you to read pages 20-60 and have them read for tomorrows class. We'll be discussing them." Mr. Street stated as he chraged into the class room. Holding a cup of steaming coffee in one hand a book in the other.

"Hey teacher guy. I need a book." Dean requested from the back of the room.

"And you would be?"

"Dean, Dean Winchester." Answered quickly.

"Aww yes. The new student. Well Dean let me ask you this, do your legs work?"

"What the fuck, ya?" Dean asked confussed by the quistion.

"Well than, get of your ass and put them to us. The books are under that shelf. This means you get to read 1-60 for tomorrow." He finished with huge smile on his face.

"Hey Sam, wait up!" A female voice called from behind Sam.

"Hey Rai, how was your first day of the last year?"

"Shitty. My first period was pretty interisting though." She said with a smirk on her face.

"Oh ya. I heard but that in my ag class. He sounds like a geek. Does he have glasses?"

"No actually I'm pretty hot. Or at least all the girls in my art class thought so." He said walking in front of them holding up ten pieces of canvas. Eash had a different girls number on it. "Hi. I'm Dean, and you are?"

"Sam. Sam Colt." Sam said extending his hand to Deans. Dean tock it in a firm grip.

"And you my dark princess?" Dean spoke looking the goth chick up and down.

"First of all, I'm not goth or punk. I am me, just because I were black and spiky jewellry doesn't mean shit. Second of all names Rai. I sit infront of you in first period, English."

"Oh ya thats right. Is the guy always such a dick?"

"Yeah. He likes to flirt with the students to, so I'd watch out." She suggested.

"He ever hit on you?"

"Probably. Before she turned into this rock-fuck-the-rules-I-rule chick you see here, she was HOT! With a capital T!" Sam said looking at Dean as they walk and talked.

"Well, fuck she's hot now. So you are saying she used to be HOTTER!"

"Okay, I think we've established that I'm hot. Can we please change the subject?" She requested.

"What time is it?" Dean asked.

"Um holly fuck, 4:30!"

"Fuck Sammy can you give me a ride to work?" She asked pleading with her eyes.

"Stop that you know that I will." Sam answered taking out his keys. The got into a beautiful 1964 Firebird. The car was beautiful fire engine red, with a pumkin orange bird on the hud. Dean sat on the hud of his own baby admiring the beauty of the firebird as it drove of past his line of site. He then proseeded to get in his and drive away.

"Dean? How was your day, son?" John yelled from the bathroom, as Dean entered the motel room. There motel room was quite and small. The decore was uttrly disgurting, the vomit green wall paper was peeling of the walls.

"It could have been better I guess. I met some kids, they seem very nice. But my period one english teacher is a totall dush!" Dean whined as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"Just as long as one of those kids isn't that goth chick at the grocery store. She looks about your age, Dean." John finished as he exited the bathroom.

"Yeah, and what if she was? You gonna start telling me who I can and can not hang out with now? Oh and just for the record she's not goth, or punk or whatever the fuck else you have her pagged as, she just her!" Dean screamed standing up. "I have to go." 'Get laid or maybe shit faced' he added in his thoughts.

John just stud there in shock. 'Where the hell did that come from?'

Sam was sitting in his favorite spot in the park. He was conflicted, his upstairs brain was ducking it out with his down stairs brain. 'What the hell was this guy? I've known him for not even six hours and I've already jacked of to his face twice and oh god so tempted to do it again.' He thought to himself.

"God if he only know the really me. He be disgusted, hate me forever and never even give me a chance. Why would he want a freak like me anyway, no one wants me." Sam said reveling in his self pitty.

"Thats crap, bullshit and a little bit of ass-fucking on the side." Dean stated from behind him."You know how I know?"

"No." Sam answered flatty, trying to hold back his tears.

"Because if you know the really me, youd hate me too. Hell I sometimes hate me. I've done somethings in my life time Sammy that no one in there right mind would ever think of doin. Do you believe in ghost Sam?"

"Oh my god... You arn't...holy fuck you are! Are you a hunter?" Sam asked asstunashment writen on his face and in his voice.

"Ahh ya. Howd you know about hunters?"

"Dude, I am too. I...I...oh my god."

"You, a hunter. Now I've heard everything."

"I havn't hunted in a good three years, since I left my father, I guess but still. I did the time, I did all the fucking training. I just need to work on my muscular strangth." Sam defened.

"Whyed you leave your dad?" Dean asked sitting next to Sam.

"My mom died when I was a baby, my real family disowned me. They left me with my dad or 'Joe'. He can be a mean drunk when he wants to be, and I guess he just wants to be drunk all the time. But anyway he um he..." At this point Sam had started to shake and cry. Dean had placed a stronge welcome arm around his shoulder trying to sooth him.

"What did he do Sammy. Tell me what he did to you." Dean demaned as his rage grow as the boys fit increased.

"He would get so drunk he would start screaming at me when I was just a baby. He'd tell me to shut the fuck up, and then he started to beat me when I was five. I guess he figured that beating weren't good enough, 'cause when I was ten he started to rape. He'd rape me almost everynight. God Dean I can stil feel his disgusting breath on my, his grimmy hand crawling all over my body. For fuck sakes I was only TEN FUCKING YEARS OLD!" Sam screamed into Deans chest.

Okay I'm mean. Srry to anyone whos curently reading any of my other stories, I've kind of neglected them. But there should be lots of good stuff coming to them.