Suck It Up…

Hey everyone Supermikeyninjalady here! I am back after so long, I just got a weird tingly feeling of motivation! This story, as promised is full of hurt!Sam and bigbrother!Dean enjoy…. And the more reviews I get, the quicker I update

Chapter 1…

"Dad… he's just a kid. You can't expect him to be a full on hunter yet!", said a gruff voice belonging to a seventeen year old kid.

"No Dean. He isn't just a kid. He's 13 now. By that age you were fighting Demon's in your sleep. I expect Sam to do the same!" John Winchester yelled back.

It wasn't often that Dean and John Winchester got into a fight. John was not only Dean's father, but he was also his idol. Usually you'd think that the world was ending if it was even possible for those two to fight…

But they weren't fighting about the world's issues. No. They were fighting about the one and only person more important than the world to Dean. Pretty much the only thing Dean would ever fight about with his dad. Sam.

Because when Sam was hurt, you'd better run. Dean isn't going to take it lightly.

It had started out as a normal day, riding for hours and hours in the impala, stopping for Dean's m&m's, and going on a hunt against a group of 5 werewolves.

But the fight went awry. Of course… damned Winchester luck. And Sam had got slashed against the thigh by the werewolves claws.

Everything was going fine. They had successfully taken down 4 of the 5 werewolves with a silver stake through the heart.

"Fucking sonofabitch werewolf is fast" Dean yelled as he, once again, failed to pierce the dang thing's heart.

"Yeah. It's definitely a lycanthrope born to werewolf parents, those are the stronger ones." Sam yelled back, as he tactfully dodged the werewolf's swing.

A swell of pride washed through John's heart as he heard Sammy's explanation of the werewolf. The kid was really smart. But the pride only lasted a second before he watched in horror as Sam was clawed in his side.

"Sammy!" Dean yelled, as Sam let out a painful cry and the… thing… inched closer and closer to Sammy's side.

With one final thrust, Dean angrily stabbed the werewolf through the heart, and it tumbled to the ground. Dead.

He rushed over to Sam's side, placing his hands softly on Sam's arm, then pushing the hair out of his eyes.

"Sammy… Sam. Do you hear me?" he asked in a soft tone nobody but Sam would ever hear.

Sam grunted and forced his eyes to open, staring blearily up at Dean.

"Dea…?"

"Yeah buddy, it's me. Do you think you can get up?" he asked.

"Y-yeah. Ugh… h-hurts Dea…"

"I know. I know buddy. It'll be ok."

After that Dean had lifted Sam up and with the help of his father, gotten Sam safely back into the impala and to the hotel.

That had been 3 hours ago. And Sam had thought that his father wasn't angry with him, because he had helped patch him up.

But that was before he heard yelling and came to the door to eavesdrop…

"Dad, how many times to I have to tell you!" Sam heard Dean yell, coming back from his flashback and to reality, "Sam isn't me! He's not going to do the exact things I do, or be the exact same person as I am! When are you going to realize that!"

"I know Sam is his own person…" John started.

"Oh, do you? Do you really! Because he is also a strong fighter Dad… and he is amazing at research!"

"Research… you think I fucking care about research?! He needs to learn how to fight so I can stop having to worry about him 100% of the time and be able to watch my own back." John stated seriously.

Dean sighed. He had just about had it up to here with his father's attitude.

"What do you want Sam to do then Dad? Be superhuman?" he asked sarcastically, in dread and annoyance.

"No. I want him to learn to suck it up!"

Suck It Up.

His dad wanted him to suck it up….

Hearing enough, Sam slowly closed the door with trembling hands, doing all that he could not to slam the door and give his presence up.

And with that he ran into the bathroom, closing the door behind him and locking it. Then he sunk to the ground in silent tears.

He could never be enough to his dad could he? Despite that he tried so hard every day to impress him.

As Sam sat there, silently crying, he did his best to muffle out the sound of yelling in the other room.

Soon his sadness turned into anger and defeat.

"Dad really wants me to suck it up?" he whispered, "fine."

And from that moment he made a silent vow to keep his complaints to himself, whether he was mad, or hurt. He made a vow to suck it up.

Even as his side sent a shot of pain through him.

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Dean sighed as he watched his Dad leave, slamming the door behind him. And he was barely able to stop himself from wincing at the loud noise.

Just then a thought came to him, he had been so busy defending his little brother that he didn't realize how loud the two were being.

"Oh shit." He mumbled under his breath, sprinting to the bedroom of the cheap motel they were staying in.

If Sam heard what they were yelling about he'd be really upset.

Dean's heart spiked in concern as he entered the room to find the bed empty.

Calm down. Calm down Dean… maybe he's just in the bathroom.

Sure enough, upon looking Dean saw the light to the bathroom on. Walking over to the door he knocked twice, a feeling deep in his stomach saying something was wrong.

"Sam, are you in there?"

"Yeah. Just a minute." Came a clear voice, and although part of him relaxed his gut feeling told him otherwise.

"Oh… ok Sam. I'll be out here."

A few minutes later the door quietly swung open. And a normal looking Sam stood in the doorway.

Ugh why do I feel like something isn't right?

"You ok Sammy?" he asked cautiously, trying and failing, to hide his concern.

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" Sam asked innocently "I'm tired though, I'm going to go back to sleep."

Making his way over to the bed Sam landed on his stomach, his head stuffed in the pillow. Typical Sam move.

It was then that Dean suppressed his worries and put it off to Sam being exhausted… I mean he was ok… right?

As Sam fell asleep once more, he thought to himself just what a great job he'd done to hide the fact that he'd been crying.

Dean didn't suspect a thing.

TBC…

Ok so I really hope ya'll liked this. It's been awhile since I've written anything so I may be a bit rusty. Please REVIEW and let me know if you like it, and what you think so far. Remember, more reviews, quicker update. Love you. Peace.

-Supermikeyninjalady