Chapter 1: My brother

Hey guys! This is my first attempt at fanfiction, and I had an idea for a story. I will be doing one-shots at suggestion from you guys! The one-shots must be T rated, and no destiel (sorry). He is one to inspire ideas! Sam is about 13 and Dean is about 17.

It was just another new school.

It may have been in a different time-zone, different state, or a different city, but Sam thought the schools were always the same. The clang of lockers, the constant jeering of bullies near-by, the fear of being noticed by the others, all a part of any high school. Like every other school, this one had a bully. His name was Beat. He was the one of the harshest bullies Sam had seen for a while. He had his goonies wait at certain parts of the school, and when Sam or any other unsuspecting victim came a long, the goonies would strike, causing the victim embarrassment or physical harm. Sam had become their new favorite target.

"He dork-a-lot, what shaken?" Sam turned around to see Dean striding toward him, a cocky smile worn on his handsome features. Sam rolled his eyes and started to walk down the hallway toward his first class, carefully scanning the hallway for any potential beat-up zones.

"Aren't you supposed to be in history?" Sam questioned. Dean chuckled.

"History's for losers' pip-squeak, and besides, I know enough hunting history to last me a life time." Dean looked over at his brother. Sam looked nervous. His eyes were twice the size they normally were, and his motions were quick and sudden, like a startled cat. But the shrill sound of the bell interrupted Dean's worries about his brother.

"Well better get goin', so many chicks, so little time" Dean winked and confidently strode off, shaking off any worry about Sam. Sam sighed. He really didn't want to get beat up today. He had gym, and nothing was worse than running with a bruise on his side. Well except for hunting. Sam gulped and slowly continued down the hallway.

"Hey Gay-boy." Sam stopped in his tracks. He winced and slowly turned around. Standing there, was the ugliest teenager Sam had ever seen. He had greasy black hair and nasty white headed pimples scattered around his face. His bloody chapped lips were warped around yellowing teeth into an evil smile. He created a sound that could have been a laugh or a grunt. Sam felt the blood drain out of his face. The teenager clenched his hand into a fist, and smashed it into Sam's unsuspecting face. Sam stumbled back and tried to recover. But Beat was too fast. He punched Sam repeatedly in the stomach. Sam gasped with every hit. He felt his vision tunnel and his mind slowly go fuzzy.

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY BROTHER ASSHOLE!"

Sam blinked and saw a familiar blurry figure push the attackers off of him. Sam smiled in spite of the situation. Deans here, I'm okay. He saw a pair of worried eyes before it all faded black.

THE END

So heres the first one! read, review, and leave a suggestion