So this is just an idea I've had stuck in my head for a while, and couldn't really find a way to start, but here it is!

This is my first story on here, so be gentle!

Dean Winchester has been a trouble maker for most part of his life. He has stolen a car, broken into houses a couple dozen times and got suspended from school for beating up a guy on the football team. But he had good reason to beat him up. The jock had been bullying Dean's younger brother, Sam. Dean has always been protective of his little brother due to his father being away for most of their life after the loss of their mother in a house fire.

But this, right here... Dean had never been in this much trouble. He really was screwed this time. And his father will not be happy when he finds out.

"What were you thinking?!" John yelled at his oldest son after saying his goodbyes to the policemen that escorted Dean home.

Dean just fell down on the couch, ignoring his father.

"You could have been killed, you know that?!" His father continued, anger and worry visible in his eyes.

Dean continued to ignore him, just staring down at the floor.

"Who would look out for Sam while I'm workin-" The father got cut off by his son

"DON'T bring Sammy into this!" He warned, standing up quickly, looking at his father with threatening eyes. "YOU are the one that's suppose to be looking after him! NOT ME! YOU are his father! NOT ME!" He yelled out, regretting his choice of words the second he realized that he said them out loud.

John just stood there, shocked by the words that just came out of his sons mouth. "Go to your room. Now..." John ordered his son, hurt by what he just said, but doing his best not to show it.

Dean stood still for a couple of seconds, and then walked to his room. He closed the dark wooden brown door and leaned against it, sighing. He looked around the walls of his room, the AC/DC and Metallica posters hanging, a bit crooked, on the grey, slightly moulded walls. His bed, which was basically a mattress on four wooden feet, with black and dark blue bedsheets. The clothes that he threw on an old kitchen chair. He knew what was going to happen next. John had warned him about this. He just blew his last chance. He's finally being sent away.

Dean sighed again and slammed the back of his head into door. He did so a couple times, feeling the pain in the back of his head. He really fucked up this time.

"Dean! Wake up!" Sam tried to wake up his older brother, while shaking him.

Dean pushed Sam's hands away and pulled the cover over his head and mumbled "5 more minutes..."

Sam rolled his eyes and grabbed a hold of the covers and quickly pulled them away from Dean, dropping them on the floor. "I said 'wake up!'" He repeated.

Dean pulled his knees to his chest, due to the sudden cold that flushed over him when the covers were pulled off, leaving him there in only his PJ pants. "Bitch" he mumbled with a tired voice.

Sam chuckled and replied "Jerk."

There was a slight silence until Sam then spoke again. "Are you really being sent away?" He asked, sadness stuck in his voice.

Dean sighed and sat up in his bed. He looked at Sam with sorry eyes. "Yeah Sammy, I am. I fucked up yesterday."

The youngest Winchester looked down at his feet, the brown mop of hair covering most of his face from Dean. "I'll miss you..." he whispered.

Dean smiled a bit and pulled his little brother down on the bed, forcing him to sit down next to him. "Hey, don't be sad, Sammy boy! You can come and visit any day!" He ruffled the mop of hair and laughed, making Sam crack a smile and push his older brother's hand away.

Sam stood up off of the bed. "Get dressed, there's breakfast in the kitchen." He said and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him, leaving Dean alone in his room.

Okay, sorry that it's short, but I just had to get started quickly with this before it went out of my head! I'm going to keep working on this, so please let me know what you think :D