Thanks to my friend Carla for beta reading. Dean is 17 and
Sam is 13. Jackie
CHAPTER 1 – CHOSEN
Dean Winchester sat in his Impala waiting for his brother, Sam. Slumped back against the seat, his mind was a million miles away as he thought about the events of the morning.
Dean let out a sigh as he remembered how Mad Dog had approached him before classes had even started . . .
Mad Dog, the extremely ruthless, vicious leader of a street gang called Satan's Knights, punched him in the shoulder.
"Winchester!" the gang leader shouted, "I want to talk to you after school!" He waved a threatening finger in Dean's face. "You'd better still be around!"
Dean forced himself to sit up as he tried to shake off the unpleasant memory. He squinted up at the sky. The sun was beating down relentlessly.
Another hot day in Lawrence, Kansas . . . Dean thought, wiping the sweat from his face with the back of his sleeve.
He rolled down the car window, hoping that Sam didn't show up before Mad Dog did. In spite of his efforts, the combination of the sun and the heat proved to be too much for him and Dean felt himself drifting off to sleep. He dozed like that for a while until the sound of someone calling his name jarred his rest.
It had been a long day, though, and his body refused, at first, to give up on sleep.
The voices continued, though, growing louder and louder until the sound forced Dean abruptly into wakefulness.
Still fighting off sleep, Dean glanced up and saw Mad Dog and two other black youths running towards him.
"Winchester!" Mad Dog shouted angrily. He yanked open the car door and dragged Dean out of the car.
Dean glared as he struggled to break free from the gang leader's grip. "What the hell do you want, Mad Dog?"
Mad Dog smiled viciously. "This is your lucky day – we've chosen you to be part of our gang. We gotta huge war coming up with the War Lords."
Dean shook his head, never taking his eyes off of Mad Dog's. "Sorry, not interested. I don't want to have any part of it."
"You don't have a choice in the matter, Winchester," Mad Dog replied in a menacing tone. "The fight is in one week. If you don't show up, we're going to carve up that pretty mother of yours."
The mention of his mother sent the adrenaline rushing through his body again. He twisted back and forth as he tried to break free again.
"You leave my mother out of this you son of a bitch! If you hurt her, I swear - -"
"I don't want to hear your smart ass talk, Winchester!" Mad Dog threatened. "If you ever talk to me like that again, you'll be dead!"
Then to make his point clear, the gang leader threw Dean to the ground as if he were a crumpled piece of paper.
"I think he needs a lesson in manners," one of the other gang members, Tyrone, muttered.
"He does at that," Mad Dog agreed. "Let's do it - -"
Mad Dog started the attack, brutally kicking Dean's body. The other gang members watched for several moments before they too joined in. The gang leader and his crew relentlessly kicked and jabbed at Dean's body.
Dean knew he didn't stand a chance against an attack from all three of them at once but still he fought back. The never ending blows kept coming, forcing him back to the ground.
While the other gang members continued to kick at him, Mad Dog struck at him repeatedly with a broken bottle. The bottle sliced into his forehead and cheeks, forcing a loud moan of pain from Dean's lips.
Finally, Mad Dog gave him one last kick to the stomach, driving Dean to his knees. Then he took out his knife and slashed Dean's arm. He watched in satisfaction as the blood began pouring out of the long gash. Then he shoved Dean to the ground and got him in a headlock.
"Just remember, Winchester," Mad Dog reminded, his breath coming in gasps, "don't you breath a word of this – to anyone - -"
Then Mad Dog and the gang left the now unconscious Dean lying in a bloody heap on the ground next the Impala.
As the gang left, Sam came out of the school. Everyone else had left hours ago. Sam knew that staying after to talk to the principal had made him late but it wasn't something he could get out of. He walked quickly across the parking lot.
Then he saw three black teens running away from the parking lot. Scared, his eyes drifted towards the Impala and he saw his brother's body.
"Dean!" Sam screamed. He ran to his motionless brother's side. Tears streamed down his face as he gently held Dean's still form, holding his hand in his.
"Please wake up now, Dean, please . . ." Sam sobbed, his voice cracking. He lifted Dean's head and held him close.
Sam fumbled for the cell phone in his shirt pocket. He called his mother, praying that she would pick up quickly.
Finally he heard a voice on the other end. "Hello?"
"Thank God!" Sam gasped. "Mom, its Dean, he's unconscious and he's hurt really bad! You need to get to the school as fast as you can!"
He slipped the cell phone back in his pocket, tears still flowing down his cheeks.
"Dean!" Sam screamed his brother's name over and over as he cradled his brother in his arms.
TBC