(A.U. Teenchester! Trigger Warnings: Language, Self-Loathing thoughts, Child abuse, alcohol, drugs, self-harm, suicidal thoughts and attempted suicide. Dean 14, Sam 10. I might add a ship, but idk yet. IMPORTANT INFO: This is set in WINTER!)

Angst!Hurt!Suicidal!Self-Loathing!Protective!Scared!Dean

Angst!Hurt!Worried!Protective!Scared!Sam

Cruel!Alcoholic!DrugAddict!Abusive!John

Dean gently shook Sam's bruised arm to wake him up. "Sam",Dean whispered, "Sam..." "Dean?" Sam whispered with his tired eyes still closed. "Ya gotta get up Sam we need to get to school before he wakes up."Dean explained to a tired Sam. Sam peered over to the one bedroom where their father slept. Their house was really small. It had 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom, and a very small living room/kitchen. Dean and Sam slept in the the living room, with Dean on the floor and Sam on the couch, while their father slept in a nice bed in a bedroom of his own. "Yea, ok, I'm getting up." Sam said as he completely understood the situation. Last thing we need is a drugged up dad with a nasty hangover attacking us. Sam thought.
Dean stood by the door waiting for Sam. He looked down at his gray long sleeve hoodie and rolled up his sleeve. Dean stared at the vast aray of black and blue bruises on his wrist and arm. He and Sam always wear conceling clothes, last they needed was to get him angry when people get suspisious. "Ok, I'm ready" Sam said as he walked over to Dean. Dean quickly broke out of his trance and rolled down his sleeve. "Everything ok Dean?" Sam asked concerned. "I'm fine Sam." he said as he opened the door. Dean shut the door as quietly as he could, careful not to wake their father. Sam looked at his watch and it read 4:30 am.

"We better start walking," Sam said as he tilted his watch towards Dean. "Yea" The boys started down the long, narrow drive way. "Dean?" Sam asked. "Yea Sam?" "What was that about?" Sam asked concerned. "What was what about?" "Your staring at your arm,"Sam said trying to understand," I mean the bruises aren't unusual." "It was nothing Sam," Dean said trying to dismiss the topic," Don't worry about it." With that, the boys were silent the rest of the way.

***THE NEXT DAY***

Sam woke up and looked around to see Dean watching the news on the couch. "Dean what's going on?" tired Sam asked his older brother worridly. "School was cancelled..." Dean's scared voice trailed off. Sam swallowed a nervous lump in his throat. With school cancelled we'll be stuck at home with...dad. Sam thought. He was terrified. Even though Dean didn't admit it, Sam knew he was terrified too. "What? Why was it cancelled? Dean what are we gonna do?" Sam fired questions at his brother. Dean stood up and walked to the window. With two fingers he pulled the dusty curtain back, revealing the massive amount of snow, that laid on the ground. Sam's eyes were full devastation and fear. School was their release. A place to get away from their father 5 days a week, but now they were trapped.

"Dean what are we gonna do?" Sam's voice cracked in fear as he looked up at his brother with wide eyes. Dean swallowed nervously. He didn't know. "Um, " Dean thought,"were gonna have to tough it out Sammy." Dean watched as his little brother slumped into the couch on the verge of tears. Dean hated this. This life. Their father. Himself. Oh, how he hated himself. He could never protect Sam. He's too much of a coward to stand up to their father or go get help. He could never be what Sam needed. Dean always disappointed Sam. He let Sam get hurt. Everytime Sam got hurt and he didn't, he would cut up his one arm. He didn't want stop, he didn't want help. He got it in his head that he deserved it. "We'll be ok Sam." Dean tried to comfort his brother. I'm a terrible person Sam. I'm lying to you. Can't even protect you, now I'm lying to you. I don't deserve you. Dean thought. Sam looked up at his brother and pulled him in for a hug. Neither Sam or Dean wanted to see what would happen today.

Dean and Sam flinched as their father's bedroom door creeped open. "Why the hell are you two dumbasses here?" John questioned with a half drunken beer bottle in his hand. Both boys were frozen in fear. "Huh?!" John screamed. He ran over and slapped Dean in the face. "Answer me when I'm talkin' to you boy!" "School was cancelled, sir." Sam said not wanting his brother to get hurt more. "Wow, Dean, your that much of a coward your little brother had to answer for you?!" John screamed in Dean's face. "Pathetic!" John slammed the beer bottle to the ground. "I'm leaving and while I'm gone clean up this damn mess before I kick both of your asses!" John yelled before slamming the door behind him snd driving away.
Sam ran over to Dean. "Dean are you ok?" Sam asked starring at Dean's split lip. "I'm fine Sam," Dean replied," Let's just get this cleaned up before he gets back." Dean walked over to the kitchen to try and find something to clean up the beer bottle. "Did you find anything?" Sam asked Dean. "There's nothing in here, no food, no cleaning supplies, nothing." " I have an idea..." Sam said. "What is it?" "Do you wanna bury it in the snow?" Sam suggested. "That's a good idea for the glass but what about the beer?" Sam snapped his fingers. "We can use a shirt." "Ok" Dean said.

They rushed to clean up the mess and cleaned it up in about 8 minutes before they heard their father pull up in the drive way. "Dean," Sam said worridly," He's back." "It'll be ok Sam." John slammed the door open banging it against the wall. "Sam go to the bathroom and shut the door," John said," I need to have a word with your brother." Sam looked over to Dean eyes full of fear. "Go" Dean whispered. Sam reluctently nodded his head and did what John said.

"Your pathetic Dean," John said with pure malice in his eyes," I'm gonna have to teach you how to answer me when I ask you boy." Dean swallowed a nervous lump in his throat. "Take your shirt off." Dean hesitated. John grabbed him by the hair. "When I tell you to do someting you do it boy! I told take your damn shirt off!" Dean took his shirt off while John took of his belt. Dean knew what was coming. John threw Dean to the ground and whipped him with the belt. "You! Need! To! Learn! How! To! Listen! Boy!" John whipped Dean on every word. Dean held in the cries of pain knowing it would only make John angrier. John kicked him in the ribs and threw the belt down making Dean wince. John knelt down and grabbed Dean by the hair. "Don't make me sell you for drugs boy!" John spat in his face. He walked into his room and slammed the door shut. Dean was surprised he didn't get worse. He thought to himself that he didn't get the punishment he deserved. Sam ran out of the bathroom and over to Dean. "Dean are you ok?" Sam asked teary-eyed worried for his brother. "I'm fine Sam," Dean said Sam helping him up," I'm just gonna get cleaned up." "Do you want help?" "No I'll be fine Sammy." Dean said walking to the bathroom.

He shut the door and locked it. Dean winced as he wrapped gaze around his torso. After Dean was done he sat on the floor and pulled out a shiny, silver razor. Dean pressed against his forearm and smiled as the skin broke open when he pulled it in a horozontal line. He watched the blood come out of the cut. He repeated this until his arm was a bloody mess. Dean cleaned up the bathroom, gazed up his arm, and put on a long sleeve shirt. He looked down at his arm satisfied he got the punishment he deserved.

(I felt like this was short, idk. I'll try to post a lot, with school and crappy wifi, it can be a bitch to post stuff. Should I add Bobby? I don't know, but I kinda wanna see that. See ya in chapter 2)