An: It's been ages since I last wrote Supernatural fic, but here I am again. I hope you all like this :)

Set: Before the show. Sam is 16, Dean is 20.
Warnings: A bit cursing. But nothing else; some usual hurt/comfort and brotherly love.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters.

"I can't wait to forget the kid, just even for a second." Sam has found friends. Too bad those friends force Sam to do things he wouldn't like to do. And when Sam is forced to hurt a boy called Thomas, Sam himself gets in deep, deep, trouble. Who would have known that the kid's father was an overprotective, violent, mentally ill man? KidnappedHurt!Sam

I struggle against the handcuffs. They make noise when they hit against the metallic bar, but I couldn't care less, even though the man had told me to keep it down. I'm yelling through the piece of clothing in my mouth, trying to make as much noise as I can. Maybe the visitor will hear me and come and help me. If only that visitor could know I'm here.

For a long time I bang the walls, shake my handcuffs, shout through the clothing, but nobody comes in. Nothing happens. My throat starts to get a little sore, my voice hoarse. My wrists and hands ache. I have to stop.

And then I get what I ask for. Well, sort of. Someone comes in, too bad it's the man. I flinch backwards as he comes storming at my direction, hoping that he will not hurt me.

He screams at me for a while, and I try to take as little space as possible. My heart is racing in my chest, my palms are growing sweaty. All this just because I made two mistakes?

I don't see the kick coming, but it comes.

My eyes flicker over the young boy who sits alone - again. He has a book on his lap, book that I have never heard of, and his brows are furrowed in concentration. Must be a good book.

He wears his usual clothes. Jeans, sneakers and a t-shirt. If it's cold, he pulls a hoodie out of his bag and puts it on, but it's a warm, sunny day so no hoodie.

We've stayed in this town long enough for me to know something about my fellow students - what that kid likes to wear, who is with who, the favorite food of the school's most popular girl, who are the 'mean' ones.. and now, I might be part of them, the 'mean' ones.

I've grown a lot, to be honest, I'm almost as tall as Dean. I trained a lot during last summer and the results are visible. I don't look like a person worth bullying anymore. God-knows-how-many-times I've been the target of the mean ones, the bullies. So just this once.. it's actually nice to be part of some group. Even if it is the group of people that sometimes may snap at people unnecessarily. It's a group and I like it.

"Hey, Winchester!"

I turn around as I hear my name being called out. James McClay, a friend of mine, is walking towards me and raises his hand as he sees me facing him. I wave back at James, a grin spreading on my face. Thank god he's here, it was beginning to get boring alone.

"Hey, how's it going", I say as James gets closer. He shrugs.
"Ma told me that if my attitude isn't gonna change, she'll send me to aunt Linda's."

No matter how hard I try, I can't hold back a snort. "What did you do this time?"

"Nothing, I swear!" he claims and crosses his arms in front of his chest. "We just had a little fight about stuff. Nothin' special and nothin' new."

Sighing, I nod. I want to say that I know what constantly fighting with your parent feels like, but I decide that maybe it's better to keep shut up about my life at home. The lesser they know, the better. It's not like I exactly have a plan if questions about my mom or dad or our life come up. Lying isn't hard for me, since I've lied to people all my life, but it always makes me uncomfortable. I rather avoid the questions.

"Where does your aunt Linda live, then?" I ask instead, eyeing my friend.

"Somewhere in Canada. I'm not sure if I've ever even met her."

"That sucks."

He puffs, rolling his eyes. "That would suck ass. But that's not gonna happen, ma is always threatenin' me. Shitloads of empty threats, to be honest. She sends me to Canada, I'll escape I move to Hollywood and become famous. She'll regret sending me away when I have billions of dollars and she's just a poor woman in this little town."

I let out a laugh, shaking my head. "Nice plan, James."

James nods, glancing around us. He notices the kid and chuckles, pity flashing in his eyes. "Look at that guy. He always sits alone", James laughs, his voice mocking and cocky.

"Umm", I mutter, trying to get even something out of my mouth. "Should we.. talk to him?"

"Talk?" James yells, turning to look me in the eye. "You must be kidding, Winchester. What would everybody think of us if he hung around with a kid like that?"

I turn my head away just in time to see Peter walking towards us. Peter is the one of our group that scares me the most. He isn't that big -well, he's taller than me and more muscular built- but it's his cold appearance that makes me want to escape. I've never heard him laugh or even see him smile and I've been with this group for almost two weeks now. He keeps his shoulders up and his back straight, unlike some of the other boys in my group (like Jonah). His clothes are always clean and looks expensive. He looks like he runs a mafia or something, just add a pair of black glasses and a machine gun. Still, he is not a mean person. Sure, he'll kill everyone who touches his friends, but if you have nothing against him or his friends, he has got nothing against you.

"Did you hear what the Winchester boy just said?" James asks when Peter is close enough. James mutters something like 'this must be good' under his breath and shakes his head, looking at me with his ice-blue eyes. I've always wondered how such an arrogant person could have gotten that beautiful eyes.

"I didn't mean it like that", I blur out, my eyes wandering between James and Peter. "I swear."

Both of them shoot a glare at me. "What did he say, then?" Asks Peter, not taking his eyes off of me.

The grin on James' lips spreads as he answers the question. The tone of his voice is mocking again, and somehow he also sounds like he had just won something. His voice is weird.

"I expected it to be worse", Peter sighs, shaking his head and glancing at James before turning his head back to me. "Still, that was a stupid thing to say, don't ya think? We? With that boy? Whose name we don't even know. Joke of the century, Winchester."

"I didn't mean it like that", I mutter, ducking my head.
"How did you mean it then?" yells James, clearly angry for being wrong in Peter's eyes. He looks ashamed and pissed off when I meet his eyes.
"I meant that.. he's a pathetic kid. He always sits alone. Maybe we should tell it to him." The last sentence is forced out. But anything to keep these friends of mine - this is the first time I haven't been a victim. Wrong word now, and I'll become one again.

James starts to smile and throws his arm over my shoulders. "That's what I like to hear!" he laughs. "Lets go, then."

Impala is already on the street when I step out of the school building and yell goodbyes to James, Peter, Jonah and Aiden. My heart is racing as I walk through the yard. For some reason I notice the kid walking down the street behind our car, his eyes red and watery. I feel a sting -more like a wave- of guilt hit me as I sit in the car - and for some reason I think that Dean will notice what I've done.

We had bullied him more than once today. Every time he walked past us we would shout something to him, and every time our yells got meaner. We all know his mother is dead, so our yells went from "loser" to "I bet your mother killed herself because she couldn't bear the thought of having you as a kid". Even though I didn't yell anything, I felt like an awful person.

The smile on my lips is fake as I slam the door shut. It hadn't felt good to mock that kid - it had been horrible. I had prayed it to end all that time I was forced to call him names. I could never be a bully.

"How was school?" Dean casually asks, glancing at me before starting the engine.

"It was fine", I tell him. "We, umm, did some tests in chemistry. Our teacher almost set fire to our classroom while showing us how to do it."

Dean laughed and nodded, turning the music up just a little bit. "That's what teachers do best, Sammy. Screw things up. You remember the one time your teacher discovered the bruise caused by that poltergeist and almost called CPS?"

"How could I forget. Dad was furious at me for letting her see it", I chuckle. Good times.

"Dad wasn't pissed at you", Dean denies, just as I expected. "He was just worried. But yeah, he sure was angry at the teacher of yours. He was planning to use her as a bait, actually, but I talked him out of it. And so we just left and called another hunter in to take care of the shifter."

I roll my eyes. "I remember all of that, Dean. That happened, what, not even two years ago?"

Dean nods, quickly shooting a look at me. "Are you okay, Sammy?"

There. He knows. He knows and I'm screwed - it's the one thing he has always told me. It's better being bullied than being a bully. Bullies were weak and just complete assholes, but the bullied ones were strong for surviving it all. And now I'm a bully. I was a-hundred-percent, complete, total asshole towards that poor kid that was just sitting and enjoying his book. And everything for what? Just because I'd have friends?

"Yeah", I smile despite the agony growing inside my body. "Why?"

Dean snorts. "Oh, you're not okay. I can hear it in your voice. And if you were okay, you would have been surprised by my question and not just answered 'yeah'. I know you, Sammy. So what's wrong?"

Oh well, I'm fucked. "Nothing, I promise. Just a.. ah.. long day. I'm tired." My excuse is really bad, but I only hope that Dean will let it go - I know Dean won't believe it, but please, just this once, don't ask questions.

A moment of silence and a long sigh from Dean are the two things that immediately cheer me up. "Fine. Don't expect me to believe you, but fine. Just tell me if someone is hurting you."

I make a face. "Dean, I can take care of myself. I'm sixteen. But anyways, nobody is hurting me here. Don't worry about it."

"They better leave you alone", Dean sighs again.

I nod and look out of the window. We're almost back to the motel - good, because my stomach is growling like a caged animal. I can't wait to get inside, eat something and just go to bed, to forget the kid for just a second.

Review! I know this first chapter is short, but the original one was more than 4100 words long - so, I cut it in half. Another part of this chapter will naturally be the second chapter.