A/N: We do not lay claim to any characters except for any OC's but we can dream though right? Anyways this is the first chapter in a new story called The Winchester Law which Supernaturally Addicted suggest we co write and of course I was thrilled to do so! This is my chapter and then the next chapter she will write up! Again enjoy and reviews are killer!!!!
Sam kept the ice pack firmly against his eye feeling the cold numb the sensitive skin around it. He had taken a hard hit in the face from the last hunt as the ghost had refused to go down without a hard bitter fight. The younger Winchester had been in the wrong place at the wrong time as the angry specter had turned the small solid sculpture into a deadly weapon bent on doing some damage. Sam had not moved fast enough as the small but heavy castle collided directly with his face. The corner of the base hit him hard in the eye causing it to swell and bruise almost immediately.
Dean was nursing a dislocated shoulder that his father had reset for him. He popped a few Tylenol and pressed a pack against the throbbing joint. To make matters worse tomorrow was school and Dean knew the bruise on Sam's face would draw questioning glances from teachers and students alike. He only hoped no one would have the smarts to try and call SRS or Child Protective Services. It had happened once before but Dean was able to smooth talk the teacher out of it saying he and Sam had been hiking the day before and Sam tripped and fell over a large stone causing him to land on his shoulder and side.
The brothers looked up as John entered the room with a plastic bag in his hand. John was careful to walk over the salt lines and check them before closing the door. He looked over at his sons seeing they were alive and breathing which to him was good enough as he entered the kitchen without so much a greeting or wave.
"He must be mad again," Sam sighed while looking at Dean through his good eye. Dean shrugged his shoulder and looked over at Sam.
"What does he expect for me to be a mind reader to the paranormal? You were pinned between the wall and a desk and Dad was locked in the closet."
"I know Sam," Dean could only reply. He knew his brother hated hunting and he yearned to be a normal kid. But if your last name was Winchester normal didn't cut it. Hell, there was no such thing as normal in their lives. While most kids were playing softball or football, they were sparring with weapons and perfecting their aim with a shotgun.
Sam sighed and pulled away the ice feeling the swollen eye. It wasn't as bad as their dad had made it out to be but still would be hard not to notice nonetheless. He was dreading tomorrow as it was a school day. Maybe he could convince his dad to let him stay home until the bruising and swelling went down enough for people not to notice. But of course John would say no and tell him to suck it up like a good little soldier would.
Sam's thoughts were interrupted by the gruff tone of their father's voice.
"Dinner's ready," John turned around and went back in the kitchen. Ever since that night their mother died, John had become driven, no obsessed in killing the demon that took her away. In the process he had made his two sons into two skilled hunters able to take down a ghost or werecat with the skill and agility of any seasoned hunter. Sam had grown to hate it as he sat down eyeing the take out spread out across the table. He numbly ate and picked at his food while John didn't seem to notice or not care about Sam's mood.
The next morning the bell rang as students rushed towards their first class. Sam kept looking down at the floor as he walked not wanting to draw any unwanted attention to his injury. Dean was a bit more fortunate as his was concealed by clothing.
He slid in his seat as the bell rang announcing the start of the school day. Mr. Wyatt closed the door and noticed Sam's eye right away. His eyes flashed a curious yet concerned look as he started roll call. Sam knew it was because of him his English teacher had that expression on his face making him slide further down in his chair. Barry, his only friend in school, looked over seeing the injury. His eyes went wide with shock as he whispered over to Sam,
"Sam, what happened? Did someone hit you?"
"No, I uh fell while hiking over the weekend," Sam quickly replied seeing Barry wasn't buying the excuse. If it was one thing about the kid, Barry was damn observant and saw that the swollen eye wasn't because of some accident. No, it was deliberate hit as he had received enough black eyes in his time to tell the difference.
The period dragged on as Sam could feel his teacher's eyes fixed directly on him. He knew Mr. Wyatt was going to hold him back and find out what happened. Well, Sam planned on making a break for it before he could get the chance.
He sighed with relief as the bell finally rang and he hopped up from his seat and grabbed his back.
"Mr. Winchester, I would like to have a word with you," Sam cringed as Barry froze beside him.
"Go on I'll catch up with you later," He reassured his friend as Barry was hesitant to leave but finally relented and left.
Sam took a deep breath and turned around preparing himself to face his teacher. Mr. Wyatt looked at the young man with soft brown eyes as he sat on the edge of his desk.
"Sam, where did you get this?" He pointed at the bruised eyes.
"This? Oh I uh, Dean and I went hiking and I wasn't looking and tripped over a rock. I landed hard on my side and face."
Mr. Wyatt sat there with his arms crossed over his chest not buying a single syllable of Sam's answer.
"Sam, you didn't fall down, for if you did, your entire side would have some other injuries as well. You don't have any scratches or cuts on your face or neck. Now tell what really happened," he gently implored Sam to open up but Sam knew if he told the truth the teacher really wouldn't believe him.
"Mr. Wyatt I am telling you what really happened," he was almost begging his teacher to believe him at this point.
"Sam, wait here and I'll be right back," Sam watched as he stood up and left the room. Sam watched as he spotted the principal, Mr. Vickers. He watched the older man turn his head in Sam's direction nodding before heading towards the teacher's lounge. The younger Winchester darted from the classroom and down the hall hiding out the rest of the day, shutting out the world.
He remained hidden in the library until the clock read 3:15. He rushed out and towards the entrance where Dean was waiting for him only his brother was nowhere to be seen. Instead a police car and black Ford Taurus was parked out front. The uniformed officer spotted Sam and began walking towards him with a sympathetic look in his bright green eyes. Sam found he couldn't move that his legs were glued to the concrete as the officer arrived by his side.
"Come with us, son," he said softly. Sam jerked back refusing to go but his eye caught movement in the Taurus. It was his brother, Dean. The older Winchester was angry and banging against the car unable to get the back door open. Fear flashed in his eyes as he saw Sam standing there.
It was then the woman that was standing silently by the car joined the officer identifying herself.
"Hi Sam, my name is Danielle Parks. What happened to your eye?" Sam turned away despite sensing a gentleness to this woman. Her blue eyes a soft hue of cerulean and her demeanor one of a mother rather than of authority.
"I fell while hiking with my brother. Where's my dad?" He demanded.
"You won't be seeing him for a long time, son," the officer interjected.
"What's going on? Why is my brother in that car? Why won't anyone tell me what's going on?" Sam continued demanding of the strangers.
"Let's take a ride," Danielle said placing a hand on Sam's back. But the younger brother shook it off, clearly agitated over this turn of events. The officer planted his hands firmly on Sam's shoulders pushing him towards the car.
"Son you really don't want to make scene in front of your friends," he gently warned as Sam was led away. Barry rushed out seeing the commotion.
"Sam, what's going on? Where are they taking you?"
"I don't know, Barry," was the last thing Sam said before the door was shut. Barry could only watch helplessly as his only friend was led away by Child Protective Services.
The officer slid in his squad car and looked up in the rearview as black hollow orbs greeted him. The first part of Azazel's plan was a success.
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