Author's Notes: Yup, another Supernatural fan fic. This one focuses mainly on Sam and Dean's relationship and how a 14 year old Sam copes with a broken heart, which has been torn apart in more ways than one. So, please read and review, this one should be a lot better than the first...hopefully.

A Broken Teenage Heart

Chapter 1

Sam Winchester was your average moody, boisterous teenager, who thought he knew about everything. He wasn't confident or stuck up like you might think, but surprisingly he was the complete opposite. Sam lived with his father, John and his older brother Dean in Palo Alto, California. Life couldn't get any better for the family.

Sam loved school and attended Palo Alto High School, whereas Dean stayed with his father at home. The Winchesters were hunters, very good ones at that, they had been since many generations ago. John Winchester was one of the most well known demon hunters in the US and he hoped that both his sons would grow up to be just like him someday.

"I'm off to school!" Yelled Sam as he quickly ran out the door, not wanting to be left behind by the school bus.

"Looks like someone's in a bit of a hurry." Laughed John as he watched through the steamy kitchen window as Sam clambered onto the crowded school bus.

"The kid loves school. Wonder where he gets that from."

Dean got up from the kitchen table and joined his dad at the window.

"You wanna come on a hunt with me tonight Deano? Looks as if we've got ourselves a freaky zombie on the loose."

"Sure thing dad, what about Sammy?"

"The boy can stay here. Don't want him getting hurt now do we?"

"No, we don't. But he's tougher than he looks you know."

"Yeah I know son, but zombies are sly creatures. Even the best of hunters are fooled by their tricks and traps."

"Alright dad. Let's just hope the little bugger doesn't rebel against it." Dean laughed.

John loved how his two sons bonded. Sam looked up to Dean and Dean always looked out for Sam. You couldn't get a better pair of brothers. Although at times the brothers couldn't stand each other, sometimes bickering and fighting, it always died down within a couple of days.

"You better go and pack your rucksack for tonight. We'll leave at 9 o'clock, that way it'll be dark enough so no one will see us."

"Yes sir."

Rummaging around in his wardrobe, Dean finally found his rucksack which already contained a small first aid kit, a torch and bottle of holy water. All he needed now was the key to killing the zombie...his favourite gun, and prized possession the Colt 1911. That gun went on every single hunt he went on. It never let him down. The Colt had been given to Dean from his father on his 18th birthday. It was one of the best birthday presents he'd had in a long time.

Thanks for reading and please review...

CHAPTER 2 COMING SOON...