DISCLAIMER! If we owned Supernatural… it'd probably be slash!
Warning: in a few chapters it will be slash! Not heavy slash but slash!
PROLOGUE
They pushed him to the ground in the school parking lot, and a crowd soon gathered around them to watch the impending fight.
"Come on, Samantha, fight back!" the aggressor yelled at the twelve year old that looked rather like a ten year old comparing to the others.
"You sure you want that to happen, you dickhead? Cause I heard last time he knocked you out cold." Jessica said from behind.
"Jess, stay out of this!" Gordon growled at her.
"Oh, and by the way, Mrs Milton's on her way now." Jessica said again.
Gordon looked back at her at that last comment, then smirked at Sam while delivering one last kick.
"You're lucky your little girlfriend was here to rescue you, Wimpchester." Gordon said as he left.
Jess immediately ran to Sam's aid, helping him up and picking up his books.
"Thanks for calling Mrs Milton." He said, softly.
"Oh, I didn't call her, I just knew Gordon couldn't get any more suspensions." She replied with a smile. "Plus, we both know you could've beaten the crap outta him, why didn't you?"
"I don't wanna talk about it. I just wanna get to the bathroom and clean the blood off my shirt before principal Harvelle sees it." He said
"Yeah, good luck with that." She replied as they walked into the school.
Dean walked home slowly, cigarette in his hand and a bottle of whiskey at his lips. He looked down at his legs to see a very angry John Winchester waiting on the porch. John grew angrier when Dean lit the cigarette.
" 'Sup, pops?" Dean asked, walking past him.
"Excuse me? Do you think this is some kind of joke?" John asked, turning his oldest around.
"Chill, pops. At least I came home before midnight, right?" Dean retorted as he tried to open the front door, missing the lock a few times.
He sputtered out a laugh when he father gripped his face.
"Are you drunk?" John asked, to which Dean stared full on laughing.
"Dear God, you are drunk, aren't you?" he asked again, louder than before.
Dena swatted his hand away.
"I am not drunk, okay? I'm just… tired." He slurred, stumbling into the house.
John took the bottle from him and poured its contents down the sink.
"You so much as even think about a beer and I swear I will kick you out of this house so fast it'll make your head spin." He said, pointing the bottle at Dean before tossing it in the trash.
"Very ironic." Dean stated, sitting on the kitchen counter.
John scoffed, preparing a cup of coffee for his son.
"Who the hell sold you that, anyway. You're barely eighteen." He said.
"I kinda found it in the back of the car. Something you wanna tell me, dad?" Dean said, holding his head.
He got up soon after and went to his room, laying down on his bed and trying to go to sleep. Then, he felt someone tapping on his knee. He looked around to see Sam holding a glass of water and aspirin. He handed them to his brother.
"Thanks, Sammy." He said, sitting up in the bed.
"You need to stop trying to piss dad off. He's got enough on his plate already." Sam said.
"Hey, language," Dean warned. "And what I do to get a rise outta dad should be none of your business, squirt."
Dean suddenly, but playfully, pushed him off the bed.
"You wanna know a secret… I'd rather dad be angry at you than all stonefaced with me and Adam, at least anger is valid emotion." Sam said, leaving the room.
"You and me both buddy, you and me both." Dean replied, before dozing off.
Yeah, I made Adam an OFFICIAL Winchester! Just cause it'll help to further my plot… a lot.
Tell us what you think, please, and this chapter was written by both Tamiko and Deanna.
Sorry its so short
