Authors note: This fic came to me and said, "Write me Nova, write me." So here it is, some Limp/Emotional Sammy. Also big brother Dean. Also this is a Teenchester.

Age: Sam is 17

Age: Dean is 21

Place: Bobby's house

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters.

Sam Winchester needs to let of some steam. The fight between him and his father literally shook the foundation of Bobby Singer's house. Having just experienced a growth spurt gave Sam the advantage of height, but John Winchester wouldn't let that stop him. John's words reverberated off the walls and inside Sam's head.

"You selfish bastard. You can't just leave, what about the demon!" shouted John at his awkwardly tall son.

"You can't keep bossing me around. Just like a little soldier, but I'm going to make something for myself." Yells Sam back at his father.

Being the peacemaker Dean had to break them up, John took the house, while Sam strode out to the junk yard. After a few minutes of awkward silence Dean went to check on his kid brother.

It didn't take long for Dean to find little Sammy. He was staring at an old truck, it's wheels and everything was gone. Dean was about to walk over to Sam when he did something very unlike Sam. He picked up pipe from the ground and walked over to the car.

Dean could see the pain on Sam's face a he swung the pipe. Crash. Glass covered the floor. After a few more hits and words were escaping Sam's lips.

"Worthless." Crash

"More like Dean." Bang

"Selfish." Boom

"Incompetent" Smash

Sam turned to the house and screamed. Then it was like the fire inside Sam went out, leaving him shacking on his knees. Glass scraped his knees and hands. Sam didn't hear his brother walk up behind him.

"Come on Sammy, your bleeding." Dean grabbed Sam's arm, but didn't budge. Dean sighed and knelt next to him. They sat there for what seemed like hours.

"I'm sorry Dean." Sam said after a while. Dean turned his head to see Sam look at his bleeding hands.

"It's ok, Sammy. Let's get you patched up."

Together they walked to the Impala. Dean cringed as he pulled a long piece of glass out of his brother's hand, but Sam didn't seem to notice.

Then in a small voice Dean said, "You know you're not worthless, right."

Sam chuckled darkly, "Yeah I'm just not like perfect Dean."

"Whatever bitch." Dean said hitting Sam's arm.

"I'm serious Dean, as soon I'm eighteen, I'm getting the hell out if dodge."

Dean sighed looked at Sam. "Yeah ok."

Something in Dean clicked, even though Dad and Sam fight a lot, Sam is more like him then Dean is. A hard ass. Soon Dean's little brother will be gone, maybe forever.

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