Dean watched from his table of jocks as a new boy made his way to collect his lunch. His friends snorted beside him, probably at some rubbish joke.

Dean continued to watch the small boy until he had got to the salad section. He watched (in anger?) as a few boys from his class tugged at his long shaggy hair and tipped the contents of his food on the ground. The boy seemed strangely used to it as he calmly picked up his food and proceeded to his table.

Dean's eyes followed the boy as he went to sit at the back on his own. Dean went back to his own friends instead of stalking some random new boy.

"Hey Dean, you know Katherine? Don't look now, but she's staring at you!" Joe grinned, who had one arm scooping his food into his mouth and the other draped around his girlfriend Cassidy.

Dean laughed, but to him it sounded slightly strained. To be honest, Dean was bored. Bored with his parents leaving him on his own for another hunt, of his stupid friends and just school in general.

The conversation Joe, Cassidy, Rodger, Charlie and Avery were having bored him to tears. So he looked up. His eyes glazed over the new kid, who now had a friend. Dean watched for a minute and realised that it wasn't a friend. It was one of the kids that had tipped his food over and was now in the middle of flicking the boy's cheek and stomping his feet by the look of the new kid's face.

Dean got up hastily, nearly tripping on his chair in his hurry to get to the table. He hated bullies at the best, but the kid was kinda small and cute and Dean felt the need to protect him.

"Just going to get another piece of bread." Dean reassured his friends. They nodded but didn't really listen as they were to engrossed in their conversation. He heard the kid before he finally came into view. The boy was making small moans and grunts as the bully opposite him was probably kicking him from underneath.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Dean exclaimed, glaring at the boy who he identified as Rob.

"Having my daily dose of fun!" Rob said, smiling cockily and continuing.

"Piss off!" Dean yelled, staring at Rob until he finally disappeared with a jaunty wave and a 'I'll be back'. Dean heard the new boy breathing heavily, and he put a hand on the boy's shoulder, causing a small jerk from the kid.

"You okay?"

"Y-Yeah... Sure," the boy whispered

"Thanks."

"Anytime." Dean answered. There was an awkward silence until Dean slid next to the boy. "What's your name?"

"Sam. My surname is supposed to be Sayer but I don't want to take my foster parents name." Sam mumbled.

"Foster? That sucks."

"Yeah," Sam sniffed "It makes it even worse when you have no friends or siblings. Except really horrible foster brothers." Dean grimaced.

"My names Dean by the way." Dean quickly added. Sam nodded, shuffling in his seat then bowed his head so his thick hair covered his face.

"Sorry," Sam mumbled "You can go back to your friends now."

Dean looked surprised, but didn't push the matter, even though he would have preferred to sit and chat to Sam. He was more interesting than his set of friends and he just felt more than a best friend than his friends had ever been. But it was clear Sam was awkward around company, and he made up his mind to try later.

"Um...I guess I'll see you around then." Dean said, standing up and throwing a concerned look his way.

"Thanks again." Sam said. Dean walked away but when he was just about to sit down, he turned away and looked at Sam. He couldn't be sure, but in Sam's eyes it looked like there were burning tears in a deep dark pit. Dean sighed. He hoped he'd see Sam again.