Title: Another Round

Summary: Dean and Sam Winchester live in a small town in Texas. Life if good… life is normal… until the truth comes out and destiny catches up to them. (Starts off as a Teen-chester)

AN: I wrote this shortly after Season 6 Episode 17 but figure out an ending. Fic is 10 chapters long.

Dean aged 16 Sam aged 12

Chapter 1

The young boy quickly walked down the empty halls of the school. He wanted to get to the next class before being seen. But first, he needed to get his books out of his locker. He rushed up to the last locker at the end of the row and nervously opened the padlock. It slipped out of his sweaty fingers and dropped on the floor loudly. He looked around and breathed a sigh of relief when no one heard was around. He pulled out one book and replaced it with another. He then slipped the padlock back on the door again.

The school bell shrilled through the emptiness and children began to fill the halls. He swerved around them down the hall to room at the other end of the corridor, careful not to run. He got caught by the head master only last week for running and he wasn't about to get another black mark to his name. The classroom door opened and emptied of its previous occupants. The boy nervously slipped into the empty room. He took his seat, second row from the back beside the window and waited for his class to enter.

The history lesson ended as boring as it began and the boy spent the time planning his escape route for the way home. Most children went out the front to be collected by the bus or car. The rest went out the back to walk home through the football field. But he had found that if he went out the side door, the one the janitor used, he could sneak around the back of the football field and escape unseen by the other children. It had worked for him before and he had planned to do it again that day.

He had cleared the football field and was just about to jump the security fence, when someone took hold of the collar his jacket and pulled him down to the ground. He fell on the hard earth with a thud. He groaned and opened his eyes to see 'Big Steve' smiling down on him. His fat face was held up by his thick neck. His t-shirt, which would be baggy over any other boy, was tight around his muscular body. "Where do you think you're off to?" he swung his hair out of his eyes with a shake of his head. "We haven't seen each other the last few days. I thought you had pulled a disappearing act on me."

"And fool you? It never crossed my mind," the boy rolled himself to his feet and patted the dirt off his clothes. He looked to the beautiful girl who was standing behind Big Steve and he gave her a quick smile.

"Don't look at her," Steve slapped him across the face. "Don't you dare look at her!"

"What do you expect me to do?" the boy rubbed pain out of his cheek. "Go around with my eyes closed?"

Big Steve nodded as the idea roamed around in his head.

Sam Winchester banged his feet on the concrete floor and wiped his shoes over the rough mat. It was a sunny day but the route he took home involved passing through the school's running track and today it was particularly dusty. He took out the house key that was hanging around his neck and stepped through the front door. He hung his jacket and key on a coat hook in the hall. Throwing his bag under the stairs, he skipped into the kitchen.

His big brother, Dean, was already home. He was sitting at the kitchen table holding a bag of frozen peas to his face. Sam looked up and groaned as he passed. "Football practice again?"

"It's a dangerous game," Dean smiled showing off his blue bruise.

Sam squirmed. He knew Dean was lying. He could always tell because Dean couldn't look him straight in the eye when he lied. "Don't you think mom and dad will find it weird if they go to a game and you're not playing?"

Dean shrugged. "So, I'll quit a week before the game starts. Tell them this face is too pretty to be damaged."

It all started about a month ago. Lucy Hammond just had another fight with her boyfriend, Steve Colder. In that brief time they had broken up, Dean found Lucy crying behind the bleachers. He held her close to him and in an effort to comfort her, he gave her a kiss. Unfortunately, when they got back together, Steve found out and had been on a mission to beat the kiss out of Dean.

"You know all you have to do is to admit you didn't enjoy kissing her and he'll stop hitting you." Sam pulled out two tall glasses, a milk carton, loaf of bread, a blunt knife, a jar of raspberry jelly and some peanut butter.

"But she's the hottest girl in school. Of course I enjoyed it. I can't lie about that." Dean declared obviously not getting the point.

"Then you'll have to stand up to him," Sam poured them both a glass of milk. "You still have another year at school with him. I've seen bullies like him before. He won't stop until you stop him first," he spoke from experience. School wasn't Sam's favourite pastime. In fact, he hated it. If it weren't for one best friend and one favourite English teacher, he would have tried to leave it a long time ago.

"Are you mad?" Dean wiped the milk-tache from his upper lip. "Dad would freak. He'd give me a life sentence for intentionally killing a fly! You know how Gandhi like he is about violence." They weren't even allowed to watch violence on the television and this included the news. Dean had to sometimes sneak into town to get his fix of excitement from the local video arcade.

Sam bit into his peanut butter and jelly sandwich. "You know Gandhi also said it's better to be violent if there is violence in our hearts."

Dean removed his ice bag and looked at his brother in wonder. "How did you get so smart?" his eyes narrowed.

His little brother shrugged. "I guess one person in the family has to be clever. We can't all be like you." Dean quickly wrapped his arm around his brother's neck and began roughly rustling his hair. Sam jumped of his stool and, unsuccessfully, tried to squirm out of the tight grip.

The dark figure watched them wrestle playfully from the shadows of the staircase. It pained him that he was about to destroy their happiness. He was hoping he wouldn't have to introduce himself for at least another ten years. But circumstances had changed and events were unfolding a lot faster than he had foreseen.

Suddenly, the front door unlocked and Mary Winchester lit up the hall.