Dean'd always known he was different than the other kids in his class. For one, he never stayed in one class for long and that's if he was in a school at all, his dad moved him and his little brother, Sammy so much that staying in one school wasn't possible and sometimes they were in town for such a small period of time that it wasn't worth the effort to enroll in the new school. But, as Dean sat outside the principles office, staring down at his hands, the fact that he was different than the other kids refused to leave his mind.
He'd gotten into a fight. Or, that's what they were calling it. Dean called it a reaction.
He'd been minding his own business, walking to class, when a friendly student slipped behind Dean, covering the young Winchester's eyes with his hands and saying in a cheerful voice "guess who!"
It was all over before Dean could register what was happening. In a single motion, the 10 year old grabbed the boy behind him and flipped him, throwing the startled boy to the ground with an echoing thud. One of Dean's hands gripped the boy's neck while the other grabbed the knife hidden in his shoe. The hardness in Dean's eyes should be found in an aged, hardened man, not a ten year old boy.
That look was traded for one of utter horror with himself when Dean's mind caught up with his body. The body pinned beneath him wasn't a monster, but a boy his age who he'd shared lunch with for the last few days. He hadn't been attacked, just greeted in a different way.
Dean's body started to shake as the realization dawned on him and he scrambled off his crying friend.
"Please," the boy cried, desperate to get away from Dean, "please don't hurt me! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Please, don't hurt me!"
As Dean got off and the boy ran away, all the shaking Winchester could say was
"I didn't mean it. I'm sorry." It came out in a choked whisper, the other boy couldn't hear it, and it wouldn't matter if he could; the damage had been done.
"James Harrison," Dean looked up, his train of thought broken by the use of his newest fake name. "Your father is here. Please come in," the door opened wide for him. "Let's talk about what happened today." Sliding off the bench, Dean hung his head and shuffled into the office.
Dean'd always known his was different from the other kids in his class and now he couldn't shake the thought that he might always be.
The End