Catch Me and Keep Me
A/N: Both Sam and Dean are 15 and Dean is an abused child. Sam Kellar meets this new kid, Dean Winchester, and immediately likes him. But Dean's shy, quiet, distant, and depressed. Can Sam help him? Or will Dean be forced to continue in a cycle of worthlessness and abuse? Plot turtles were at it again.
Dean Winchester resented January 24. It was the day he entered Hell on Earth. He'd had plenty of bad days. He added first day at BRHS to his list. He walked into Betsy Ross High School with a black eye and a split lip, and he reeked of cigarettes and alcohol. His clothes weren't the cleanest, and he hadn't washed his hair in a few days. It wasn't because he didn't want to; it was because he hadn't made enough to pay the water bill. He put his hood on and hoped he could go unnoticed. He failed, running into Micah, a boy he'd met at a hospital that bullied him.
"Hey, Wincest! Watch it!" Micah yelled.
"I-I'm s-s-sorry, M-M-" Dean stuttered, picking up his meager items from the floor.
"You don't run into me and not pay."
Micah picked Dean up by his collar and slammed him against the lockers. He started punching Dean in the face, laughing when Dean's eyes started to fill with tears. A kid walked by and saw Micah beating a kid, and ran over.
"Micah, get off of him! You're hurting him!" The kid yelled, trying to pull Micah from the kid.
"Screw you, Kellar!" Micah exclaimed.
The kid managed to pull Micah away.
"Get out of here!" The kid yelled.
Micah stood there long enough to give Sam the finger, then ran to the cafeteria.
"Hey, you okay dude? I'm Sam Kellar." Sam said, helping Dean off the ground.
"Yeah, I'm good. I'm Dean Winchester." Dean replied.
"Well, Dean, how 'bout some breakfast? I'll buy."
"No thank you, Sam. I'm not hungry."
"Okay, then. How about we compare schedules?"
"O-okay."
"Great! You wanna find a table and I'll meet you?"
"Okay."
Sam practically skipped to the breakfast line. Dean walked to the farthest back table. He was making sure to make himself unnoticeable. Sam got his breakfast and got an extra biscuit and juice in case Dean changed his mind. He walked to the back table where Dean was sitting quietly and rubbing his bruised cheek.
"Hey, are you okay? Do you wanna see if the nurse can give you some ice? That looks like it hurts." Sam said, sitting down next to Dean and sliding the biscuit and juice to him.
"Nah. It's not so bad. Just sore, ya know?" Dean replied.
"Okay. Can you show me your schedule? I wanna know if we have Muniz together."
Dean pulled out his schedule and handed it to Sam, who looked at it. A wide grin broke out on Sam's face. He handed Dean's schedule back.
"We have all classes together! Cool! I'll be your guide, okay? If you have any questions, just ask me." Sam said.
Micah ran behind Dean and shoved his chair into the table, making a harsh impact with his chest and making him wince in pain.
"Oops, sorry Wincest! I guess I need to watch where I'm goin'." He said.
"I-I-It's o-o-okay. I-It's my fault." Dean stuttered, out of breath.
"That's right, cum slut. It is your fault. It's all your fault."
Dean gulped and nodded sadly. He knew Micah was right. Before Dean had time to blink, Sam was out of his chair and in Micah's face yelling insults.
"You are a jerk! You have no right to judge him! And he is not a cum slut! Dean is really nice and he wouldn't do anything like that!" Sam yelled.
"Oooo, little gay boy has a crush. I wouldn't want to do anything with this sextoy."
"You can't just run around accusing people!"
"Sam, sit down. Please." Dean whispered.
"Dean, he's being a jerk-" Sam said.
"He's not worth it, Sammy."
"I ever catch you messing with him again-"
"Sam-"
"Sorry, Dean."
One bad thing was over. God only knew what else was going to happen. Especially when the bell rang for first period. Mr. Muniz for health. At least Sam would be there.