Disclaimer: supernatural does not belong to me.
Anyway, just a little short story that popped into my mind, this is a teenchester fic. Will be morbid but that is just how I write. Enjoy.
Sam was fed up. Well, fed up was a bit of an understatement more like frustrated to the point where he wanted to pull his hair out one strand at a time. He loved school, he really did, it was like an escape for him, an escape from hunting but the thing that annoyed him the most was the people that were in it. The popular kids, as they were most commonly known.
There were the cheerleaders who wore tarty clothes just to get noticed, the mean words flying from their mouth. The football players who believed themselves better that everyone else, picking on any vulnerable student. There then were the rich kids who would turn their noses up at most people, floundering their expensive outfits and accessories. The 'attractive' people who slept around and was only high up on the social ladder because of their looks, the list went on. Of course, Sam had never been popular in school, unlike Dean who was always going out to parties and had a new girlfriend every other week, but Sam was happy this way. It made him concentrate on his studies.
When the bell rang, signalling the end of English class Sam gingerly packed away his books into his ripped school bag (he had badgered his dad to get a new one but he had claimed they had no money to pay for trivial little things like that) so Sam was forced to keep the tattered old thing.
He was the last to leave the classroom, as per usual, the door almost getting slammed in his face by the football jockie on front of him. Sam kept his head lowered as he made his way through the already packed hallway, the tall bodies jostling him from side to side. He spotted Dean a little ways a way, his body leaning against a door frame flirting with some blond bimbo wearing a far too short skirt. He rolled his eyes and located his locker, making his way through the crowded bodies. He was just putting his stuff away, minding his own business, when he was pushed forward, his head slamming into the locker and causing him to groan.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here? The little twerp" Ron said nastily, causing his little gang to laugh like hyenas. Sam suppressed an eye roll. Ron and his gang, Tom, James, Angus and Callum had been making his life hell for the past few weeks, capturing any opportunity to push him about a bit or embarrass him on front of anyone who was watching.
They were a few years older than him, sixteen and seventeen year olds but were younger than Dean was. Each one of them were fairly tall, all towering over the six foot marker with styled hair and top market clothes. Sam was small for his age of fourteen, by now people of his age had begun their growth spurt but Sam hadn't, many people bypassed his small height of five foot six which left him the 'shorty' of his class. Even some of the girls were taller than him.
"So what are you doing after school today twerp? Feel like getting an ass kicking or are you too much of a wussy for that?" Ron laughed noisily, him and his gang cornering him into his locker so he had no way to escape. Sam glanced up at Dean who was just down the corridor, praying for him to notice. Sam wasn't usually one to ask for help, in fact he always tried to avoid it, but now he was tired and he just wanted to be left alone, the sleepless nights of worry causing him to have frequent headaches and it was badly affecting his grades.
"I asked you a question" Ron growled, grabbing Sam's shoulder in a vice like grip and spinning him around so his back was pinned against the locker.
"I'm busy" Sam lied, unable to think of anything else to say. What could you say to someone who wanted to beat your ass into oblivion? Oh no sorry I can't make it, I'm scheduled later on for doing research on things that go bump in the night, we'll have to take a rain check.
"Oh, are you now? Well… we'll have to see about that, wont we boys?" He chuckled, shoving him deeper into the locker before strutting off in the other direction, his cronies lagging behind him. Sam took a deep breath and finished packing away his stuff, grabbing his books for his next class: History. Sam hated his life, for once all he wished was to be left alone at school and not be the target for the bullies. He got enough slapping around by the monsters, ghouls and demons and enough fowl words from his dad to last a lifetime – he didn't need it at school as well.
Sam stared at the grubby tiled floor of the corridor as he walked to his next class, not paying attention to where he was going. His small frame bumped into a much larger, buff one causing him to halt in his tracks.
"You okay Sammy?" Dean asked, steadying Sam to stop him from falling over. Sam looked up to Dean's face and gave a small smirk to cover up his worry.
"Yeah, fine Dean but I really gotta get to class" He said, excusing himself from the conversation to avoid Dean's laser eyes. Dean was like a mother hen, always seemed to pick up when something was wrong and he didn't need Dean to escalate into full panic mode.
"Oh, and Sammy?" Dean called out, his low voice echoing around the hallway, "you'll have to walk back from school today, I'm knocking off early to go with Britt to the pictures, that alright?" He asked, and Sam could see that Dean really hoped Sam would say yes. Sam glanced behind Dean and saw Ron and his crew smiling in his direction, anticipation etched on their faces. Sam gulped down his nervousness, knowing there was no way he could possibly get out of this one.
"Uh, yeah sure Dean, no problem" He said before turning around and practically sprinting down the corridor, anxious to get away from the beady eyes of the guys that had made his life hell.
A few hours had passed and that few hours went relatively well. He completed his work to a high standard, his homework got a good grade and he avoided his bullies for the duration of his classes. Unfortunately, things turned downhill from lunch onwards. Sam took his lunch and sat in a quiet corner by himself, just like he did every day, and kept quiet, idly watching the students mull around talking about hair and makeup and who got it on with whom. Sam had just finished his lunch when it happened; he hadn't been expecting it which was why it came as such a surprise.
His school bag was knocked from his hand and he was pushed against the wall, his back hitting it with a thud and causing him to groan. Ron stood in front of him, his shaggy black hair falling over his eyes that were gleaming with madness, his hand wound tight around Sam's throat.
"Hey there twerp, I heard that man whore of a brother of yours can't escort you home tonight, do you know what that means?" He demanded, clenching his hand so Sam struggled to breath.
"It means we're coming for you twerp, you'll finally get to know what real pain is" He threatened before letting go of Sam's throat causing him to slide down the wall, rubbing his red neck. Sam watched as they trotted away, his heart hammering in his chest as people glanced down at him, not with sympathy or pity but with humour, laughing behind their hands as they stared down at him.
Sam felt his cheeks heat up with embarrassment as he shakily got to his feet, picking up his tattered schoolbag and ignoring the looks he got. He wanted Dean. He felt shameful to admit it; he was a big boy now he could handle a few bullies, hell he'd done it enough times at so many schools but this time was different, this whole school was different. Lately he'd been feeling… depressed and weak and tired, feelings that although he'd felt before, had never been this intensified. He blinked away the tears, wishing that Dean was here. Dean would make everything better again, just like he always did.
The bell rang, signalling that it was the end of lunch and Sam blinked away the tears, dreading the end of the day that was fast approaching. He felt as though someone was watching him but not in a bad way like 'I'm coming for you' way, but the feeling soothed him. He turned around, his hazel eyes searching the mass of bodies for the pair of eyes watching him.
Suddenly, he met them, a pair of bright blue, sparkling eyes that belonged to a girl about his age with long light blonde hair in a pretty white dress. It reminded Sam of some kind of fairy tale with the girl being a princess. Her skin was pale, really pale but that just highlighted her cherry red lips and full eyelashes that batted against her eyelids. Her eyes searched his face before she gave him a small smile, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. She bit her lip and tucked a long strand of her hair behind her ears before disappearing into the crowd like a ghost and for a minute that was what Sam thought. He was getting stalked by a ghost. Then she reappeared further away, disappearing into the science lab, flicking her hair over her shoulder.
Sam stood there, gawking, for a few seconds before he realised with a jolt he was supposed to be in class. He raced down the hallway and disappeared into the maths classroom, ignoring the teacher's disapproving glare and the sniggers that erupted. And for a brief moment, he forgot what was awaiting him at the end of the day.
Sam felt sweat break out on his forehead as he watched the second hand on the clock tick closer to the quarter past three time. He knew he shouldn't be scared; they were just humans for crying out loud but his heart hammered as he thought of everything the bullies would do to him and the thought of Dean gone made his panic rise. He was so lost in thought that he jumped at the sound of the bell ringing shrilly in his ear, his eyes wildly glancing around the room.
God Sam, he thought fiercely, pull yourself together, they might just be playing with you, trying to scare you, they probably don't have the balls to do anything. And with that thought he gingerly left the room, clutching his schoolbag tighter as his eyes swept the school for the bullies.
The cold air hit him hard in the face as he left the school, walking across the gravel to the footpath that led into town. Sam quickly glanced at the car park just to double check that Dean hadn't changed his mind and had come to pick up. At the sight of the nearly empty car park with no cars except an old ford pickup and a shiny new Mazda, Sam tried not to feel disappointed but he did. He just wanted Dean was that too much to ask?
He pushed the feeling off disappointment down, thinking he should've been used to that feeling by now; he'd experienced it enough times, and walked down the foot path, his eyes flitting nervously at every sound. He'd only walked for a few steps when he heard laughter behind him and immediately recognised it from Ron and his gang. He swivelled around, eyes wide when he saw them. Each one of them were carrying a crow bar in their hands and Ron also had a small pen knife in his other hand, looking at Sam like he was a piece of meat ready for carving.
"Winchester" Ron growled out, swinging the crow bar around threateningly, taking a few tentative steps forward, "You have no idea how long we've waited for this moment" And with that all of their eyes turned black causing the hair on the back of Sam's neck to rise.
"Demons" Sam said in shock, dropping his schoolbag and staring at the group in shock.
"Gold star for the scholar" Ron/demon replied, smirking, his face full of malice. Sam's blood ran cold as he released the severity of the situation he was in. The school wasn't that large which meant there weren't a lot of people mulling about, the school yard practically empty, the motel they were living in was over a mile and a half away which ruled out running. Sam was well and truly screwed.
"We've waited weeks for the perfect opportunity to strike; what with big bro Dean always on the lookout it was hard to get you by yourself. Of course, your dad wasn't that big of an issue, he's hardly ever around to care what happens to you" The demon laughed, the whole crew circling Sam so he would have to fight his way out.
"Why are you doing this?" Sam questioned meekly, desperate for Dean to get there.
"Why? WHY?" he roared suddenly looking incredibly angry.
"I'll tell you why twerp, because your father and brother and murderers, they sent my love back to hell without much of a thought, as well as the rest of our crew, so you wanna know why? Because revenge is very sweet" He said, and lashed out with the crow bar, hitting Sam across the forehead, sending him tumbling to the ground.
Sam felt fuzzy and his ears rung as he lifted himself up onto his arms, falling back down, too weak to support himself. He groaned and touched his head, his blood staining his fingers. He heard the demons laughing at his attempts to get up but he ignored them, solely focusing on a way to get the hell out of there.
As the demons were too busy laughing at him and fist bumping each other like the school kids they were possessing, Sam quickly fished his cellphone out of his pocket and hit speed dial – which was Dean's number. It rang a couple of times and when heard that Dean picked up Sam took that as the golden opportunity to plead to Dean for help.
"Dean, DEAN, they're here, the de – " He started to scream but Ron the demon kicked the cell phone out of his hand and picked him up by the shirt collar roughly, causing Sam to stumble.
"Now that" He spat out "was a bad move" And with that he threw Sam into the arms of the other demon and clenched the crow bar tighter in his hands and hit Sam in the ribcage, causing him to gasp in pain a he was sure it broke a few ribs.
Sam started to speak the exorcism his dad taught him but he only managed to get a few words out before Ron punched him across the face again and again, whipping his head back and forth. He felt his lip burst and his jaw to swell at the impact of each punch to the point where he couldn't even open his mouth, let alone mutter some exorcism.
He was released from the demon's arms only to get thrown into a brick wall by one of the lesser demons, cracking his head against it on impact. Sam fell to the ground once again, dazed, and saw the flash of a boot before it could him in the chest, making Sam spit out a mouthful of blood. He saw the boot again come flying towards his face and managed to grab it before it could kick him, successfully twisting the ankle before the demon fell to the floor.
Sam didn't have much energy left which was why he couldn't prevent Ron kicking him in the head or the series of kicks to the stomach or the twisting of the leg which caused the bone to break. Sam didn't even have enough energy to scream as the pain became too much and he fell into the darkness that welcomed him with open arms.
Dean parked the impala in the school parking lot, tapping his fingers against the steering. He knew he told Sam he wouldn't be able to pick him up after school but the 'date' was cut short, purely by boredom. Britt was pretty, sure, but she was dumb and incredibly boring with a high pitched squeaky voice that rattled in his ears. He made up the excuse that he had to pick his brother up from school and high tailed out of there, hoping she wouldn't insist on another date.
He was five minutes late, most of the students had already left but he hoped that Sam would still be there, he was usually always late anyways the little geek he thought fondly. Just as he was about to give up waiting and just meet Sam back at the motel room his cell phone began to ring in his pocket, the name ' Sammy' flashing up on the screen. He answered it almost immediately, a natural reaction, and held it to his ear. He didn't get a chance to speak because Sam's frantic voice was already screaming down the line.
"Dean, DEAN, they're here, the de – "He started to say but was cut off by something. Dean heard Sam grunt before the noise of the phone skittering across the ground and the muffled noise of voices in the background.
"Sam, Sammy, SAMMY" He shouted desperately, fear clenching his already thundering heart. Dean quickly glanced around the school grounds and saw nothing, no Sam, no attackers, no nothing. Dean kept the phone close to his ear as he exited the car trying to keep a clear head though the panic was beginning to cloud his judgement.
"SAMMY" He shouted to the open air, his head whipping back and forth, searching for a glimpse of his shorty of a brother. When he received no reply Dean's heart pumped harder and his palms turned clammy. If anything happened to Sam… Dean didn't know what he would do, but he was determined to find Sam, he wouldn't let the demons, Dean guessed, get to his little brother. He sprinted out if the car park and made his way to the footpath that led into town, it was Dean's best opportunity to find Sam.
Dean ran, he ran like he had never ran before and skidded and slid down the footpath, his eyes sweeping the overgrown grass and bushy trees for his brother. His eyes landed on a small form a little ways a way down the path, getting beaten by a gang of teenagers. Dean's heart lurched as he saw the familiar face of his Sammy covered in blood, hair matted to his head and limbs spread around him like a useless ragdoll.
"SAMMY" Dean screamed in terror, racing forward, his eyes were beginning to water at the thought of Sam dying. Dean swallowed down that thought as the gang of teenagers looked up at him, eyes momentarily turning black. One of the demons kicked Sam one last time in the torso before they sprinted away, their gleeful laughs piercing the quiet mid-day air.
Dean fell to his knees and lifted Sam's still form, cradling him to his chest. Saltwater began to fall down his cheeks as Sam didn't reply, his breath coming in raspy gasps of pain.
God Sammy, Dean thought as he gripped his brother tighter, scared to move him straight away due to the severity of his injuries, what have I done?
So, this is my first shot at a teenchester fic so I'm not sure if it's good! So do you think I should continue or not? Your thoughts and comments are very greatly appreciated! XX