No Matter What
Chapter one
When Sam Winchester woke up on that Tuesday morning, he wasn't aware that his life was about to change in an unexpected way. The only thought on his way on his mind was the argument he had with his older brother Dean. While arguments were rare between the two brothers, the ones they did have, were pretty bad.
This one was even worse than usual, it started with Sam arguing with their father about a hunt they were doing. John had been sure they were looking for vampires because the bodies found had been drained of blood. Sam however, didn't think and he'd voiced his opinions stating no fang marks had been found on the bodies. Dean had asked Sam what he thought had killed him, and Sam told them that it looked like some kind of ritual, which kind he wasn't sure of yet. John, of course, hadn't agreed and they continued searching for vampires. They found a nest and after eliminating them, Dean had remarked that it looked like Sam had been wrong after all. Sam had glared and ignored the feeling that something was still seriously wrong. He tried explaining his feeling to John and Dean later, but they had both laughed and told him he was overthinking things as usual. Sam had gotten mad and told Dean he would be sorry if it turned out to be something completely different from vampires.
"I'm telling you there is something strange with this town. If you're not going to do anything about it we should leave."
"Quit being a baby Sam, there's nothing else going on here." Dean said causing Sam to turn over and glare at him.
"I have the feeling that something bad is going to happen." he grumbled and Dean laughed, causing Sam to blush. He probably shouldn't have told Dean about his feeling, but he'd needed to confess to someone.
"Once again Sam you worry too much. Now stop worrying and leave me alone. I have one last date before we blow this town."
"I'm telling you something bad is going to happen and you're worried about a date, that's just great." Sam muttered glaring at Dean.
"Sam" Dean growled "knock it off, it's not like you care about hunting anyways, would it kill you to not be selfish for one day and let us get through this one?"
Sam glared at Dean again before rolling over to look at the clock beside the bed.
"Whatever I don't need your crap right now." Sam muttered as he threw his legs over the bed, and climbed to his feet.
"Sam, cut the attitude I really don't need it right now." Dean growled as Sam grabbed some clothes and went to the restroom. Quickly getting dressed, Sam headed into the kitchen to grab a pop tart off the counter.
Unwrapping the pop tart he decided to head to school a little early so that he could avoid any more arguing with his brother. He had enough to stress about without worrying about Dean and John.
"I'm heading to school" Sam muttered to Dean as he passed him outside on the porch. Dean shrugged and turned his back to Sam, causing Sam to frown. Sam couldn't explain it but something was going to happen today, he only hoped he didn't regret anything.
Ten minutes later Sam reached Lincoln County High school. He paused at the entrance something was screaming for him to turn and go back home; today would be a nice day to play hooky. Shaking his head, Sam entered the building. Sam was picked on every single minute he spent in this building but he tried to ignore it, and didn't bring it up to Dean or his father because he didn't want them thinking he was weaker than they already thought.
"Damn hunt" Sam muttered as he thought about the vampires they'd destroyed, he knew they weren't responsible for the bodies but he couldn't prove it. Frowning he made his way to his locker, he wasn't surprised to see Tommy Harris, Rodney Sims and Eric Morris waiting for him. These three had it in for Sam from day one, which Sam didn't understand because he'd never done anything to deserve getting picked by them.
"Well, if it isn't Sammy Winchester." Rodney sneered and Sam scowled, he wasn't registered under Winchester here, so he wondered how they knew his real last name. it was only when he saw Eric's eyes flash black that he understood what was going on. They were all possessed by demons, which meant the bodies were probably sacrifices to raise a higher demon. That was enough to have Sam start backing up, he needed to get out of there, because if they knew what he thought he knew he was in trouble.
Slipping and hand into his pocket, Sam pulled out his cell phone and blindly dialed Dean's number. He hoped Dean didn't hang up on him when he saw Sam calling but this was his only option.
"Sammy knows too much" Rodney said as he pulled out a switchblade "We can't let you go running to daddy and big brother so unfortunately you have to die here today." Sam glanced around him wondering where the other students were, he wasn't here that early, there should have been kids everywhere. Rodney came at Sam with a speed that Sam wasn't expecting, so he crammed his phone in his hoody pocket and tried to defend himself. Rodney however was too quick and sent the blade plunging deep into Sam's side.
Crying out in pain, Sam tried to take a swing at Rodney but Eric blocked it and with a flick of his wrist, broke Sam's wrist. Sam screamed as agony filled him, Rodney smirked as he pulled the blade out and slammed it into a spot above Sam's ribs, puncturing his lung. Tommy and Eric laugh as Sam fell to his knees with tears in his eyes. Tommy and Eric both sent their steel toed boots slamming into Sam's ribs, snapping them easily with the force of their kicks.
Sam moaned and cried out weakly for Dean, he had a feeling something bad was going to happen, he should have stayed home from school.
After beating and kicking Sam for several minutes Rodney called a halt to the beating. From the sounds of the whistling when Sam breathed, he definitely had a punctured lung, which meant he was likely to die before anyone found him.
"Dump him in the drainage ditch behind the school. By the time anyone notices he's missing he'll be dead." Rodney ordered and Tommy and Eric jumped to obey, not knowing that a pissed off Dean Winchester and John Winchester were silently listening, and gathering their own weapons.
"Those fuckers are going to die" Dean growled and slammed the phone shut after it went silent.