Dean didn't want to move in with Bobby.

All he wanted to do was take Sammy and run far, far away, escape from the hold John Winchester held on them, even in death. However, that wasn't an option, according to Bobby, who insisted on them living with him. Graduate from his town's school. Live in the same area until they were old enough to leave.

The second Dean turned eighteen, he was fighting to take Sam away from Bobby, and they were leaving. The brothers had the whole thing worked out, and it helped that Bobby was giving them jobs at his used car lot.

Another thing that bothered Dean was that Bobby was driving the Impala. It was easy to see the boys discomfort to anyone but John in the driver's seat.

A few hours later, they pulled into Bobby's driveway. Sam unfolded his long legs and Dean followed, walking into the unfamiliar house. They both ignored whatever Bobby was saying and went into their shared bedroom. Dean would start as a senior tomorrow, and Sam as a sophomore.

This wasn't going to be fun.

Dean could see the nervousness and fear in Sam's eyes as they walked the few blocks to school. They hadn't stayed in one school for longer than a few weeks since Sam was in third grade. This was the first time in a while that what they did in school really mattered, the first time that friends would be an important tool. They could settle down, and Dean didn't know how he was supposed to feel about it. Sam was excited to have friends, however. The older Winchester vowed to try for Sam, and to kick the ass of anyone who hurt his brother.

Once they arrived at the school, they went their separate ways to class. Dean signed up for easy classes since he has no intention of going to college. So Public Speaking it was. His teacher introduced him to the rest of the class, and then found an empty seat in the back of the room.

Someone nudged Dean, and he turned toward a guy with a lollipop in his mouth and another one stretched toward Dean. "Want one?"

"Umm...no."

The boy shrugged and turned back to the teacher. Dean rolled his eyes and wondered what Sammy was and how he was doing. The boy was a nervous wreck and had always been jumpy as hell, so, probably not doing too well.

He met up with Sam at lunch, sitting alone at a table. Dean was right-Sam hadn't talked to anyone during class and when a teacher asked him about his home life Sam started shaking and stuttering.

"I'm gonna fucking kill your teacher." Dean muttered. "Which class was it?"

"AP World History."

"Expect a sub tomorrow."

Sam snorted and finished the salad he was eating. "Don't harm my teachers. She didn't know. No one but us. I mean, Bobby has suspicions, but...he's not sure."

"Let's keep it that way."

They stayed silent after that.

Sam had gym after lunch, something he really wasn't looking forward to, but was needed to graduate. He walked into the locker room and panic flared in his stomach. There was no privacy, and no way to conceal the many scars on his back and chest. He swallowed and went to the very back, trying to think of a way to get this over with before anyone sees him. He hurriedly switched shirts and pants before running out into the gym. His gym teacher seemed nice enough and told him that they were doing partner work today. He ended up paired with someone named Gabriel, whose lips were blue, probably due to some sort of candy.

"Hello." Sam said.

"You're fucking tall." was Gabriel's response. He was rather short.

Sam cracked a smile. "Yeah, I know."

For the class, they were supposed to be working on trust. Things like trust falls and doing activities with one or both of them blindfolded. Sam frowned as the falling section began. "Are you going to be able to even catch me?"

"We'll see?"

Sam sighed. Gabriel went first, and Sam caught him easily, and them Gabriel caught Sam. It was a little nerve racking, but nothing he couldn't handle. Until the teacher decided to step it up a notch and had someone fall into a group of people from the bleachers. Everybody had to fall. Gabriel went first, and so far everyone who went was fine. But Sam was the tallest in the cass (no surprise there) and his stomach twisted at the thought of trusting so many strangers. A feeling of dread ate away at his stomach.

And he was right. Since he was so big, the eight people with the jobs to catch him stumbled, and Sam fell to the floor.

"Sam, get out here!" John called from the kitchen. Dean wasn't home, since he got a detention for swearing or something. Sam approached his father hesitantly.

"Yes, sir?"

"Did you break this plate?" John was holding up a shattered plate, and Sam winced. He had thrown it out, hoping his father was drunk enough not to notice.

"I'm sorry, sir."

John put the plate down and calmly walked towards Sam, who knew better than to try and escape. John rammed into his son's shoulder, causing Sam to fall backwards and hit his head on the radiator. He stayed there long after John left, watching the lights flicker on the ceiling as pain spread throughout him.

Sam blinked, and could see Gabriel kneeling beside him. Panic clawed at him, and he sat up like he had been jerked by an invisible string. He wasn't hurt, so he stood and went to the other side of the gym. Gabriel followed as Sam paced back and forth, trying to calm himself down from the memory.

It really wasn't that bad of night. John had simply pushed Sam to the floor without the usual drunken shouts or thrown beer bottles, so he wasn't sure why this memory was freaking him out so much.

"You okay?" Gabriel asked.

"Fine." Sam stopped pacing. Just a little shocked they dropped me."

"That's cause you're a giant."

"Guess so."