Author's Note: Hey, kiddies. This is just a little story I'm typing up. Its still just startin to come together in my head and I thought wow, maybe I should start on some more fan fics. I'm still not quitting Price of Being a Joker because I love that as much as you guys do. So, I'll be finishing it up soon. Only a few chappies left. :( sigh But I wanna get some more fan fics going. Tell me what you think of this one. Not too sure about it. Thanks. Oh and it isn't going to be like those other brother sister fan fics. The people that read my other story no that I can make some pretty mean characters. So, don't be expecting any perfect brother brother story. But itll be good. Nice and angsty :D ENJOY!

Chapter 1:

Johnny sat in the dark lot, arms wrapped tightly around his knees. It had stopped raining, so that only the mud and puddles were left behind to bring anymore discomfort to the young greaser. Shadows in alleys, slunk by, paying no attention to him then. He began to pray they wouldn't start to notice him later. A switchblade, polished and clean, never been used sat alongside him on the stained asphalt. He kept it close by, in case of emergencies, though he would never in his life be able to use it. Johnny was just too, innocent to be a killer. Dallas, he admired that greaser with all his heart. Dally could cut a man in two without even thinking twice.

Headlights cut through the ebony. A brown t-bird inched its way past the lot, as if the driver were searching for something.

"Johnny?"

Johnny's head perked up and he strained to see who the car belonged to. He'd seen it before, but to who it belonged to he couldn't quite remember. The wheels squealed, and the vehicle stopped completely, just a foot or so away from him. A tall shadow, stumbling around slightly, made its way to where Johnny was now getting to his feet.

"Johnny Cake? Hell, what are you doing out in the lot." Johnny was relieved to see the coldhearted Dallas Winston standing in front of him. It could have been a soc, or a drunken hood looking for trouble. Pockets empty without his switchblade, Johnny hoisted it into his jeans.

"I was just…"

"You were just going to spend the night here?" Dally supplied. All the boy could do was nod in response. Eyes cold and mean, Dallas looked the younger greaser up and down. Blood was running down his nose, a bruise about the size of a small fist was appearing on his left cheek and all sorts of other minor cuts and abrasions decorated the rest of his naked skin. "Your ol man do this to you?"

"Yeah, it don't hurt much." Dallas growled, sounds forming in the back of his throat that didn't evensoundhuman. Pulling back a step, Johnny lowered his head in embarrassment.

"It don't hurt much" Dallas scoffed angrily.

Teeth clenched down on his chapped lips, Dally began to light up a smoke. He gave himself a moment to think of what to do next. The weather had calmed down quite a bit in the last little while, but it probably wouldn't stay that way much longer. Besides that, Johnny was soaked from head to toe. Purple tinted lips covering his chattering teeth. Blood stained t-shirt stuck to his chest. Mud covered one side of his face, or maybe it was the blood just drying in clumps, he couldn't be sure. The point was he had to get the kid somewhere to dry off and sleep for a few hours. At least three. The Curtis' were always willing to have them over, but bothering them didn't seem right. It was getting on one in the morning and if Johnny was going to clean up without disturbing anyone, he would have to come with him.

"Come on Johnny, get in the car."

Dallas jerked the back door open and ushered for the shredded youth to climb in. With a resounding thud, Dally jumped into the drivers' seat and pulled back onto the road. The car slid about on the wet gravel before finally adjusting to a straight line.

"What time is it?" Johnny asked. Dally tossed his lit cigarette out the window.

"Close to one thirty" he replied. Johnny didn't say anything after that, the tone in Dallas' voice was clear. He wasn't in any mood to play babysitter. "Look kid. You're going to have to stay at Buck's for the night. The Curtis' don't need us bargin in at all hours. Ya dig?"

"Yeah, I dig." The boy was silent again. "Hey, Dallas?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you see Leon today?"

Dally grounded his teeth. It didn't take much to set off Dallas Winston, but that name, shoot it was enough to drive him off the walls. The guy himself was worse. Ever since he could remember, Johnny had had a rough life. Dealing with his ol man every second day, and to have his own mom just sit there, blubberin and not do a damn thing about it. Dallas, he could understand his mom being too scared to stand up to the man. He'd seen Johnny's dad. Big chest, thick arms, could only be taken out with an elephant tranquilizer. That wasn't the point though. It was Johnny's older brother, the dark hared, dark faced, hood that hung around with Tim Shepard and his gang that made Dally mad as hell. The guy was nineteen, he'd been through the same stuff Johnny was going through then and he did nothing about it. He rarely even stayed home enough to even realize he had a little brother. The kid got his head kicked in four times a week while Leon got drunk and chased broads. It was enough to make him sick.

"Nawe kid, I haven't seen him for a couple of days."

That was a lie. Dallas just couldn't bring himself to tell the kid that he had seen his older brother. He'd seen him getting hauled off in a pair of metal cuffs and thrown into the back of a police cruiser just the other day. To tell him that would just make Johnny feel even worse and that was the last thing he needed right then. Dally had seen the way Johnny looked at Pony and his family. The way the three brothers looked out for each other, it was amazing yet so unrealistic. Johnny could pray night and day, but he'd never get anything like that back from his brother. Dallas just wanted to shake the little greaser one day screamin 'Look, Leon don't give a shit about you so why do you give a shit about him. He's just a dirty hood. Forget em.' But, to do that would just upset Johnny so he kept his mouth shut. Sides, it wasn't his place. If Johnny wanted to hope for something that would never happen, let him. He'd find out the truth eventually.

Around quarter to two in the morning, Dally pulled Buck's t-bird into the steep driveway. Hank Williams music was still playing fairly loud, so he figured whichever party had been going on was still not over. Opening the back door, he help a tired Johnny to his feet. Half open eyes stared back into his.

"Come on Johnny Cake" he said roughly. "Couple more minutes than you can conk out for as long as you want."

Johnny only mumbled in response. He followed Dallas to the porch and quietly trailed behind him into the house. A cloud of smoke hung in the air. The entrance reeked of booze and sex, or at least that's what Dally thought. He watched, slightly amused while Johnny tried to kick off his tennis shoes.

"Wait t'ill you get upstairs."

"Huh?"

"I don't trust my shoes with no one. Come on."

He grabbed hold of Johnny's moist jeans jacket in one hand as he pushed through groups of people with the other. They made their way, Dallas tugging Johnny along behind him from the living room, to the kitchen. As they got nearer, the voices grew louder and the smell of beer more enticing. Dally could already picture his lips wrapped firmly around the mouth of a freshly opened bottle; foam tickling his nostrils tempestuously.

"Shepard! Damnit, you cheating son of a bitch. Show me your cards."

Dallas shoved Johnny into a corner of the kitchen, placing him in-between the counter and fridge. A fluorescent light flickered above his head, blinding Johnny so that he had to keep his gaze pointed on the muddy tiles below. Dally on the other could care less about any flickering lights. He had his attention on beer and beer only. Body halfway in the open refrigerator, he began his painful hunt for the right beverage.

"I told you once, I'll tell ya again Cade, I ain't cheating ya."

Something crashed in the background behind Dallas. Beer bottle most likely.

"Tim, you let me see your cards."

"There!"

"Not those cards you fool. The ones you got hidden up your left sleeve."

There was a crashing sound. Dallas having found the beer he wanted and now clasping it tightly in his hands raised his head suddenly in response to the noise. The back of his skull contacted roughly with the inside of the fridge. Pain shot through his head and down his back.

"Fuck!"

The curse echoed through the kitchen not pulling any attention away from the poker game.When he looked out, Dally saw Johnny wide eyed and standing further away from him than before. He was standing close to the dinning room entrance where a bunch of Tim Shepard's gang had seated themselves around a wooden table. Beer bottles toppled over and shattered glass and cigarette butts littered the floor next to their feet. A bunch of guys, around ten or twelve of them all drunk as skunks, some slumped over the table and others slowly lowering themselves to the ground all gathered together. One of them in particular which must have caught Johnny's attention was Leon. It wasn't hard to miss him. He shared a lot of the same features that Johnny did. Same skin color and hair, except you didn't see that fear that was evident in Johnny. All you could see were his mean eyes and the scarred face that was an everlasting reminder of his past fights.

"You callin me a cheat?"

"What if I am?"

Leon and Tim pushed back their chairs. Johnny's back was to Dally, but he could just imagine the fearful look on his face. Shaking like a nervous wreck, the kid began to inch his waycloser to the group.Dallas went to hold him back when all of a sudden the boy spoke up.

"Leon?" The voice was just above a whisper. How his older brother could even make it out over thesquealing sound ofcountry music and the loud talking was amazing. Somehow he had managed to.

"John?" Leon turned and saw his scared little brother looking back at him. Hands trembled violently at his sides and tears fought to escape his swollen eyes. Bloodied and bruised, that's all he saw on the person watching him. "What the hell…"

Tim took this opportunity and tackled the eldest Cade brother to the floor. The two of them went at it. Fists cut dangerously through the smoke, while guys who didn't even know what was going on began to jump in. It was always like this at one of Buck's parties and it wouldn't be the last time either. Usually it was someone else who started the fight but he'd seen Tim and Leon go at it plenty of times, no matter how close of friends they were.

A body knocked Johnny off his feet, the two of them crashing to the linoleum floor. Dallas sighed, and hurried to Johnny before the kid found himself in more pain.

"You couldn't stay where I left you, huh?" Dallas smirked, rolling the unconscious stranger off of his friend. "Let's get you a room. You stay down here any longer and you'll be in more pain than you've felt in a long time."

The color on Johnny's face drained, stomach churning uneasily inside him. The two went upstairs and Dallas led him in a small room. It was dirty and covered in old clothes and more beer bottles, but it was better than the lot.

"You can stay here. No one uses it because I usually do. So you should be fine. Bathrooms down the hall. Lock the door just in case, huh." Johnny nodded. "I'll go get you some bandages and a rag to clean up. There's some old clothes in them drawers" Dally pointed. "Stay here."

He went to leave and was almost in the hall when a shaky voice called him back into the room. Johnny was looking at him, a tear sliding down his purple cheek and into his open mouth.

"Is it always like that?" He asked.

"Like what?"

"Like what just happened. With the fighting and drinking."

Dallas swallowed hard before answering. "Yeah, it is."

"And Leon he's…"

Dally nodded. "Come on kid, just relax for now. I'll be back in a second okay?"

"Hey Dallas. You think I could talk to Leon after?"

"Shoot Johnny, the hell did you want to see him for?" Dallas snapped viciously.

The dark hared greaser shut up immediately and turned away. Dally wanted to comfort him, to say something to make up for his sudden outburst but he couldn't think of anything to do. Instead, the rage within him continued to bubble and fizz and it would continue to do so until he found a way to vent his anger.

Without so much as a goodbye, Dallas marched out of the room and slammed the door with a hard thud behind him. Johnny shudderedwith fear. He'd upset Dally, he hadn't meant to though.

He drew his knees to his chest once again and fell back onto the lumpy bed. His clothes didn't warm him much because they were still damp and the cuts on his body needed to be cleaned but Johnny just didn't care to do any of it. He knew now that Dallas wouldn't be back to help him either, not after that sudden outburst. Dally probably wouldn't be back until late afternoon.

So, Johnny laid, his face pressed deep into the pillow listening to the racket below. Wondering ever so often if that was his brother screaming out in pain from a sudden blow or just some other drunk. Finally, the sounds of flesh hitting flesh and yells of pain and triumph just seemed to mesh together as one loud noise. One rhythmic sound drifting across the stale air that soothed the shaken greaser into a peaceful slumber.

AN: Okay, how did you guys find it? Good? Bad? Kinda sad? lol. Had to rhyme that, i couldn't resist. Review, okay so i can no what ya think. I no it wasn't too action packed but its the first chappie, more of Johnny's bro will be in the next one so you get the feel of him. If you can already guess by what Dally was sayin he's pretty much an asshole. So, they'll be some conflicts between him and Dallas. But i dont wanna give away everything. Just tell me wut ya think. THanks.