Hello everyone! So this is a story idea I started a couple of years ago but decided that I couldn't handle too many stories at once so this was put on the backburner. I recently came across it again and decided that rather than add to it I would rewrite it. So I hope you enjoy especially if you were following it in the first place (really sorry I never got round to finishing but I promise I will stick with this one this time!) Let me know what you think and if you are interested in me continuing. Postings will be every weekend starting from next week!

6th October 1997

School was either a blessing or a curse depending on how you looked at it. For some it was a release from their home life and an opportunity to grow as a person while for others it was a chance to socialise and slack off. The latter didn't tend to get far in life but were always the ones to step in the former's way. If you didn't fit in then you would be punished that was the way of school life. Something that Samuel Harvelle knew way too well.

Sam slung his backpack over his shoulder where the zip wouldn't close properly due to the mountain of school books he had stuffed inside. His right arm held onto the strap while his left hand was delved deep into his jacket pocket. His eyes stared down at the ground watching his feet with every step he walked. Attempting to make himself look as small as possible which was a hard task for a fourteen year old that was taller than normal.

He could hear the chatter of students around him as they congregated in their groups excitedly chatting about their nights and their plans though they had only seen each other twelve hours prior. Sam sighed under his breath. He had never been a popular kid, sure he had friends but never one that he could confide in, someone who knew him better than he knew himself. The closest he had come to someone like that was Jessica. He had grown up with her living next door, they have been the best of friends all the way through Elementary school well until she had hit puberty. As her tits grew so did her feelings for him.

Sure she was a beautiful blond cheerleader type but as he was soon to discover she didn't interest him the way she should do. He was fourteen and completely oblivious to her attempts to seduce him. Truth be told he didn't really look at anyone like that never really had. He was too busy with his schoolwork at least that was what he told his parents.

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Turning the corner by the gates he peered through the gap in his hair, of course they were standing there probably waiting for him like they did every single day without fail. Sam's heart started to pound in his chest and he wanted nothing better to do than to turn tail and run back home. His father's words echoed in his head stand up and fight for yourself then his mother's violence doesn't solve a thing Samuel just talk to them I'm sure they just want to be friends. Yeah right of course they did it's why they wanted to talk to him with their fists and nine times out of ten he came away with a bloody nose.

Drawing in a deep breath he readjusted his backpack on his shoulder, straightened his shoulders and with his head held high he walked towards the front gates attempting to ignore the cat calls coming his way.

"SSSSSSSSAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYY" that grinding voice screamed out making Sam's skin crawl. He balled his hand into a fist in his pocket continuing to walk forward hoping that he could somehow make himself invisible even if just for a moment. Of course luck never was on his side. "SSSSSSSAAAAAAAMMMMMMMYYYYY" the voice continued this time coming from directly in front of him.

Sam attempted to turn on his heels however more of the bullies goons appeared from behind him effectively blocking him in. He drew in a deep breath composing himself for what was about to happen. "Running to cry to mummy?" the voice he hated mocked with the kids surrounding him laughing in unison. "Cry baby Sammy," the kids started to cackle. "Going to cry runt?"

"Fuck off Stephen," Sam growled pulling his hand out of his pocket ready to defend himself if need be. He stared at the gates behind him calculating on whether or not he would be able to make a run for it, he knew that he had a weight advantage and he was quite slim for his age but their numbers more than made up for it. "Let me go," he added forcing himself to look his bully in the eye.

Stephen had, to better describe him, a face that only his mother could love. He had bright red cheeks which puffed out every time he moved making him seem more frog than human not that anyone ever had the guts to say that to his face. He thought that he was the Alpha of the school and that he was untouchable though Sam knew all it would take was one person to show him for the coward that he was for that crown to topple from his head. Many times he had wanted to be that person however every time he felt like he could his courage left him.

"Did you hear what he just said to me?" Stephen scoffed his cheeks puffing out further. "Tsk language," he added leaning down wrapping his fist in Sam's coat collar pulling him closer towards him. He had at least an extra foot of height on Sam and he always used it to his advantage. "Want to say that again runt?" Stephen hissed into Sam's face spraying him in spit with every syllable. "Don't have your little girlfriend to hide behind now,"

"She's not my girlfriend," Sam replied attempting to pull out of the bully's grasp to no avail. Behind him he could hear the bell ringing, great that meant he was going to be late yet again meaning that he was never going to hear the end of it from his mother, just peachy.

"Ah," Stephen laughed tilting his head at the sound of the bell like it was just an insistent unimportant buzzing. "You ever have her?" he questioned pulling Sam even closer. "I bet she has great tits."

"Shut up," Sam growled his voice deepening as anger began to fill his veins.

"Oh we touched a nerve aye boys?" Stephen cackled with his sheep following in unison. "I bet she would be begging for me, I could take her right behind the bleachers."

A sharp crack echoed throughout the air, all talk freezing at the sound. Sam's eyes widened as his hand hung in the air inches away from Stephen's face. Stephen's head was titled to the side with a brightening hand print on his cheek, his tongue roamed the inside of his cheek like he was looking for any signs of damage. Slowly he turned his attention back to Sam, his face darkening while his eyes glared down at the younger teenager with a murderous expression. Stephen reached up with his free hand and closed it around Sam's wrist, he pulled his shoulder back at the same time he threw him onto the floor. All around them the group of teenagers started to close in effectively creating a bully circle.

Sam grunted as he fell on his right shoulder, the bone creaking under the impact. He could feel his body begin to shake with the adrenaline surging through him. Stephen rounded on him instantly, leaning down so that he was hovering over him his hands twisting in Sam's shirt forcing him into the ground.

"You will fucking pay for that," he growled releasing one hand, balling it into a fist and slamming it down on Sam's ribs, his favourite place. His own rule was to never hit where it could lead marks, marks would lead to questions which would lead to snitching and Stephen was one more strike away from being sent to military school. "I will ruin your life," he added forcing another blow down causing Sam to inhale a sharp breath. "I will take your little bitch and make you watch as I make her scream," he continued to say between punches. "I will pop her cherry and ruin her for you or anyone else," all around them the crowd had started to cheer. "I'm surprised you even noticed her, little gay boy are we Sammy?"

Sam groaned his head slamming back into the pavement making his vision waver. His side was on fire and he could have sworn that he had heard his ribs crack under the pressure. He was going to be all shades of blue that was going to be fun to hide from his family. "S…stop…" he choked out.

"I'm just getting started!" Stephen shouted standing to his full height and beginning to kick at Sam's abused ribs.

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"HEY!" a deep voice called out from somewhere behind them and mentally Sam prayed that someone was going to help him rather than decide to join in like what happened last time. He felt Stephen pause as he allowed his eyes to open as the blows began to cease. "HEY!" the voice called again.

The crowd surrounding them began to part as the mysterious stranger pushed their way through. Stephen glared at the newcomer, his eyes narrowing and his legs parting ready to run or fight depending on the situation.

Standing directly in front of Stephen was a guy that Sam had never seen before, he was tall probably almost six foot by the looks of him, he didn't look much older than eighteen judging by his face and the barely there stubble on his cheeks. He was wearing a pair of ripped at the knees jeans with a simple flannel shirt covered by what seemed to be an old leather jacket that was miles too big for him but probably held some form of sentimental value judging the age of it. His dark blond hair was gelled into gentle spikes. However it was his eyes that captivated Sam's attention. Though they were completely focused on Stephen he could still see the colour of them. An emerald green. He could feel his heart skip a beat and if he wasn't hurting than he might have felt confused at the feelings that were rushing through him.

"What?" Stephen declared throwing his arms out to the side like he hadn't been doing anything wrong. "We are just messing around."

The stranger snorted his eyebrows raising as he finally seemed to notice Sam who was still lying on the ground and so totally not staring…nope…not at all… "Right," He delved his hands into the depths of his pockets and seemed content that he wasn't moving. "You alright kid?" the stranger asked turning his eyes back onto Sam once more.

Sam coughed attempting to push himself off of the ground however his ribs seemed to have other ideas. He groaned as he wrapped an arm around his middle that was just great, he was late and probably had a broken rib to top it all off just want he wanted on the first day of term. "Yeah," he managed to wheeze out wanting to sound less pathetic that what he felt.

"Nice try," the stranger rolled his eyes turning his attention back towards Stephen who looked like he was a minute away from starting his favourite conversation…with his fists. "I won't ask again," he warned his voice lowering with a dangerous tone lacing his words.

Stephen scoffed with his sheep laughing though they were beginning to sound nervous, not so tough were they when they were backed into a corner. Slowly Sam began to push himself up so that he was now sitting on the ground feeling less vulnerable than lying.

"I would run along back to your mummy if I was you," Stephen laughed. "Let the real men sort this out," he gestured towards himself and the people behind him.

The mysterious stranger chuckled his green eyes glinting with his apparent amusement. "Real men huh, all I see is a pot-bellied douche," the stranger pulled his hands out of his pockets and held them out in front of him, his right hand was twitching like it was taking a lot for him to restrain himself, his muscles (that a teenager shouldn't have) was flexing underneath his jacket.

"Go back and cry to your mummy, get her to kiss your boo boos, we have no issue with you," Stephen growled stepping forward and grasping hold of Sam's arms effectively pushing him back onto the floor which caused the stranger to growl.

"Unless you have an Ouija board that's not possible asshole," the stranger's smirk turned into a snarl a feral look crossing his face at the mention of his mother. "Let the kid go."

"You are one step away from being ten feet in the ground buddy," Stephen warned stepping away from Sam and rounding on the newcomer.

"Wow one step, good to know," the guy declared his lips curling back up into the smirk. He turned his attention back to Sam and winked at him causing Sam's stomach to do a backflip, ok he had never felt like this before. What the hell was going on? With his attention back onto Stephen he drew in an exaggerated breath and took a step closer to the bully, his crowd of friends inhaling at the same time as this was the first time that someone had actively stood up to Stephen.

"Jesus you have a death wish," Stephen grunted his nostrils flaring as he too took a step closer until the pair were inches apart.

"I prefer Dean," Dean winked. "There's no way in hell I am walking on water for you though." Sam had to suppress his laughter at that comment.

"You think you are so funny?" Stephen scoffed.

"I think I am adorable," Dean replied his smile widening while Stephen's face flushed an interesting shade of red. His cheeks puffed out even more as he looked to his sheep not seeming to know what to do. His eyes were almost bulging out of his head with the rage that seemed to be boiling inside of him.

"That's it you're going down!" Stephen declared.

"Bring it!" Dean shouted.

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The school bell rang again indicating the first break after registration, the doors flew open and kids filtered out chatting excitedly to one another. It took about twenty seconds for the first group to notice the commotion, they began to circle the pair wanting the best view point of the shit that was about to go down.

Stephen growled, now in his element with the crowd surrounding him. Sam slowly pushed himself to his feet, wrapping an arm across his ribs he attempted to blend into the crowd not wanting the attention drawn back to himself.

Stephen leapt forward charging at Dean with his right fist. His face had seemed to settle on a deepest shade of crimson as he attempted to impact his fist with the newcomer's face.

Sam could feel his heart leap into his throat at the same time that the crowd started cheering the one word 'Fight' over and over again. His eyes were glued upon the pair fighting over him and he found that he couldn't tear his eyes away from the mysterious stranger known only as Dean.

Dean caught the fist effortlessly about an inch away from his face, his green eyes glinted with what Sam presumed was amusement as he added pressure onto Stephen's hand. He brought a knee up and this came into contact with the bully's stomach, causing the sixteen year old to double over in pain instantly. The most amusing whimper escaped Stephen's mouth. Sam's self-control wavered while the suppressed laughter from earlier escaped his lips.

Sam watched as Dean turned his gaze towards him momentarily with that smirk pushing harder against his lips before turning back down to the bully. He still held onto Stephen's fist effortlessly.

"Now, you listen to me you pot-bellied douche, you will leave this kid alone from now on or I swear to God I won't be responsible for my actions. Got it?" Dean added pressure onto the hand he held until a grimace of pain spread across Stephen's face.

The bully practically whimpered underneath Dean's grip and this fact just caused Sam to laugh even harder. This was priceless seeing the bully who had tormented him for the last year finally getting a taste of his own medicine, a long time coming if you asked him.

"I'm sorry I can't hear you…I believe I asked you a question!" Dean muttered whilst he appeared to twist Stephen's hand back further which in turn caused the boy to cry out in an undeniable whimper of pain.

"Yes…"

"Yes what?"

"Yes I'll leave the runt alone…OW…I mean…I mean…please get the fuck off of me…it hurts…OW!" Stephen cried out with tears slowly snaking their way down his cheeks.

"Kinda the point dude…now leave the kid alone, if I hear you have at least breathed the same air as him then…well let's just what happens…Got it!"

"YES PLEASE JUST LET ME GO, PLEASE I SWEAR I WILL NEVER GO NEAR HIM AGAIN! PLEASE!" Stephen shouted out and all around him the cheering crowd had fallen silent. Each and every one had the same look of shocked amusement upon their faces. Most looked like a cloud had finally been lifted and they saw the school's 'master' for who he really was. "Please…"

"Jesus dude no one likes a cry-baby," Dean muttered while he released Stephen's arm, allowing the boy to crumple to the ground in pain as he cradled his injured hand to his wrist. The older boy grinned while he turned on his heels to face Sam, that brilliant smile plastered across his face again and Sam had never seen anything so dazzling in the whole of his fourteen years.

The older boy walked out of the circle that had formed around him and walked over to where Sam was standing, stopping one step in front of him. "You're alright kid."

Sam merely nodded before he managed to find his voice once more. "Thanks to you, that was awesome…no one has ever…I mean…"

"No sweat kid, I can't stand dicks like that douchebag back there…I'm Dean by the way," the older boy replied holding out his hand to Sam who took it without a moment's hesitation.

"Sam."

Releasing his hand the elder boy smirked once more before turning on his heels and stalking through the school gates throwing a simple "Nice to meet you Sam," over his shoulder as he left.

Sam stood there for a moment watching his retreating back with a smile of his own spreading across his lips. "Nice to meet you too…Dean…"

TBC?