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when the first letter finds its way to the Winchester's Shitty motel room door, Dean doesn't pay it much attention.

He simply raises his eyebrows at the use of parchment, nearly chokes on how entitled the address is and laughs at the whole 'Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry' thing before throwing the damn thing into the trashcan and yelling for his almost 11 years old brother to stop being such a geek and come eat something.

Finding the second one doesn't go that different either.

Dean just frowns, looks around for the person responsible and mutters to himself about stupid teens who don't have anything better to do than faking 'Yer a wizard Harry' letters and sending them to random people.

The third one however, gets on his nerve.

He angrily rips the letter to shreds and throws the pieces out of the window while cursing non-stop and grumbling about how it is 'getting old' as Sammy gives him 'What the hell is wrong with you I'm trying to study here' looks.

Still, it was the fourth one that sends him over the edge.

The newly 15 years old runs to the middle of the street and screams at top of his lungs that the asshole doing this better stop being so annoying if they don't want to give the grim ripper an early visit because sure, his brother might be a little bitchy nerd but pranking him 4 days in a row is a bit extreme.

Geez, what did kids do in their free time these days?

The whole screaming thing doesn't go too well but thankfully, their dad comes home that night and tells them they have ten minutes to pack.

Dean has never been happier to leave town_ not even the one time that that stupid, nosy teacher of his –Ms. Bones or something- discovered the horrible bruising on his arms and nearly called child service on them_ and he grins the whole ride as Metallica booms out of the car's speakers and Sammy bitches.

It's all before the Fifth letter caught ups to them when they stop at a diner to buy some food though.

Dean picks the damn thing up from where it is lying on the ground right next to the impala and tries to convince himself that no, no one is following them, it's just a stupid letter someone somehow put it in his back pocket and now it's fallen out.

It doesn't really work.

_But whatever, dad doesn't say anything when he gives his sandwich to Sammy without even unwrapping it and he doesn't shout at him too much for the wasted money when his little brother doesn't manage to finish the second hamburger so he calls it a win. _

That night Dean doesn't go to sleep till late at night. He just lays there and stares at his brother's peaceful face as the little bookworm dreams about acing some random test, finding a normal friend or something equally lame as that and not for the first time that day, thanks God – If there is actually one up there- that they had gotten out of that cursed town. Cuz now, there is no way that those stupid pranksters can harm his family.

He finds the sixth letter right next to his bed when he wakes up.

Dean salt and burns it.

***SPN***

The vengeful spirit case that led them there turns out to be a prank set up by some crazy, idiotic kids that call themselves ghost facers or something and like to chase supernatural –fake ones, of course.- around so they don't stay in town for long. Two shaking boys and a furious, screaming John Winchester later and Dean is speeding toward their next destination with a small smile on his face.

This new job was in Indiana, Practically across the state _And sure, maybe the 'Hogwarts' gang were able to follow them over to the next town, but it was going to end now.- and by what dad has told them, it's a simple salt and burn. _Nothing too dangerous since Dean has injured both of his legs and shoulder shielding his little brother from an angry wendigo last week and Sammy is still a little kid.

He's just turned 11 after all.

***SPN***

Turns out it's not a simple salt and burn.

It's a damn hollowing party.

There's this crazy knife throwing teenage ghost, an insane prank-loving kind of creature that likes possessing teens and an alpha with a really intense glare and his whole pack. (Who kinda turned out to be the good guys.)

It takes some time for them to get rid of the demonic spirit and convince the dead chick to let go of her boyfriend, and after a day of fighting with the insane foxes, arguing with the dead and secretly letting werewolves flee _Cause dad's gonna tear him a new one if he EVER finds out, _ Dean wants nothing more than to just sneak into his bed and sleep for 5 hours straight.

But he can't.

Because when he gets out of the shower, wet and ready to collapse into bed, Sammy is holding one of those freaking letters in his hands, and his eyes are shining.

He has to run back to the bathroom, this time to throw up.

~~~~~~~~~~~~SPN~~~~~~~~~~

Dean doesn't know where all of these letters are coming from, or who's sending them ,and right now, seated on the floor as the blasted things practically rain down on him, he doesn't really care.

He just wants them to leave him and his family alone.

He should probably get up, clean the room and get rid of all of these letters before Sammy and dad get here, He doesn't want to bother them with this rubbish after all.

He's not a baby, he's a Dean-Fucking-Winchester, and Dean Winchester doesn't cry.

Expect nowadays, he apparently does.

Dad would kill him if he saw him like this, but Dad isn't here, and Dean feels like the weight of the thin papers resting on his head and shoulders is crushing him. So, now that he's all alone, he might as well be a baby.

He's gonna get up in a minute anyway.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~SPN~~~~~~~~~~~~

The lady that knocks on their door is wearing some sort of very strange green clothes and holding a stick, but it takes only one glance at the letter in her hand for Dean to forget his questions, snatch a gun and fire rock salts at the elderly woman.

The lady looks at him with a shocked, but still stern expression before simply waving her stick and vanishing the ballets.

He fires again,

And she waves her stick.

Dean feels the wind leaving his lungs as the reality slams into him.

The one responsible for the letters, the one who wants to take Sammy away, a damn witch is here, and he can't do anything.

He can't breathe. He pants, trying to swallow as much air as he can, but his breaths are coming in short gasps and it feels like the room is closing on him.

He's having a freaking panic attack.

He doesn't notice tears rolling down his face, or the woman's worried face as she takes a step closer to him, and curls himself into a ball, trying to even his breathing before confronting the witch.

Dean doesn't even know when he's started crying, all he knows is that he's sitting on the floor, clutching an empty gun in his hand, shaking, and begging the woman to please, please don't take him away, don't do this to my family, I beg you, just DON'T TAKE MY BROTHER AWAY.

She looks at him with concerned eyes, but just when she opens her mouth to say something, there's the sound of a gun going off and with a surprised gasp, the lady vanishes.

Dean looks up to find John Winchester's furious eyes starring right into him.

He's never been happier to see his dad.

_And even if after drawing salt lines all over the place, he asks him to strip, and takes off his belt, well, then it's just a small prize he has to pay._

~~~~~~~~SPN~~~~~~~~~

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