Hi again! Well, the idea of writing a vengeful Dean was too appealing, and reviewers who wanted a sequel pushed me the rest of the way. :D I really, really enjoyed writing this! Like way too much. I am evil, lol!

That said, I warn you, some bad language is present, hehe.


Remedy - The Sequel

Dean prowled in the edges of shadow, eyes fixated on the three boys breaking empty beer bottles below the worn out bridge. If he wasn't the luckiest guy alive right now; the three morons were right where he needed them to be. Somewhere closed off where no one would hear them scream.

Finding them had been easy enough. The town was small and his high school buddies knew the regular haunts. Sam had told him their names, but he was really only focused on their descriptions. He'd focused even more on the blonde kid Sam had described... the one that had done most of the beating while the others watched.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Dean stepped from the shadows of the trees and headed straight for his three targets.

He was mildly surprised when they didn't even notice him making his way over. They were too busy guffawing over something most likely moronic that one of them had said.

He was close to three yards away when one of them, a brown-haired fugly, finally noticed him and opened his mouth to show his equally fugly grill.

"Who the fu-"

Dean ended his exclaimation early with a well-placed jab to the nose. There was a satisfying crack before the boy reeled back, grabbing at his nose as blood spurted out and in-between his fingers. He hit the ground hard, howling in pain.

Dean's eyes were dark with a mission, a purpose. His expression radiated expertly coiled rage that was ready to be unleashed in a moment's notice.

He moved fluidly past the downed boy, never pausing as he turned cold eyes on the next. This one had the spiky blonde hair and petulant face; jackpot. Just by looking at him, Dean didn't like him. All the more reason to kick his sorry ass, Dean concluded.

The chunky little prick stepped back in bewilderment, thrown off by Dean's easy steps. Dean wasn't charging in for an attack, just walking at him with perfectly matched steps. Dean couldn't help the wide grin that smoothly parted his lips. He could practically taste the blonde's fear, and it was almost as good as pie. Almost.

The grin seemed to be the last straw for the blonde, for he let out a strangled cry and jerked himself around, ready to hightail it. It was unfortunate that he tripped on his delinquently untied shoelaces and went sprawling to the ground; Dean had been looking forward to a good run down. Oh well, at least he wouldn't end up pulling any stitches.

As he was continuing on his way to the scrabbling blonde, he heard more than saw the little bastard coming at him from his right side. Exhibiting skillful ease, he grabbed the wrist that lashed out with a sharp shard of glass in hand and jerked it forward and in front of him before swiftly jerking back with his elbow poised. He felt the impact of the joint sinking into exposed throat. Dean released the wrist in his hold as the shard of glass was dropped so that the hand holding it could clutch at its owner's neck. Another one down, one more to go...

"Oh... God..." The blonde whined, voice high with terror as he took in his friends gasping on the ground and Dean still coming at him without pause.

Dean chuckled, eyes bright. "Trust me, kid. Not even he can save you from me."

"No! God, please!" He sobbed, trying to crawl backwards, but Dean was on him the next second, a handful of his t-shirt in his fist as he hauled him to his eye level.

"You picked the wrong little brother to mess with, you son of a bitch." Dean growled, baring his teeth to the shivering mess in front of him.

"W-What?" The blonde stuttered, eyes wild and darting, unable to face the intensity of Dean's gaze.

Dean shook him like a ragdoll. "My brother, you fuck! Friday. After school. You and your little flunkies decided to beat him up!" Just remembering Sam's bruises sent his anger spinning out of control. "And you made one big mistake, fucktard! No one, and I mean, no one, lays a finger on my little brother!"

"I-I... I'm s-s-s-sorry." The kid squeaked out almost unintelligibly, cheeks blotchy red and eyes watering profusely.

Dean's teeth clenched together, jaw working as he fought to reign in his rage. "Yeah, you're fucking sorry, you piece of shit." He seethed before reeling a fist back and socking the kid right in the eye.

A strangled wail left the blonde's mouth, and Dean let him drop to the ground. He proceeded to shut the bitch up by sinking his foot into his side.

Straightening up, Dean took a deep, calming breath and then turned on his heel. He marched up to the other two still on the ground and introduced their sides to his foot as well.

His work done, he stood in the middle of the chaos, raising his voice so all three heard. "The next time you see my brother, you bastards better look real beat. And you so much as get within ten feet of him, I'll know and I'll pay you another visit." He walked back over to the blonde and smiled congenially down at him. He knew the look in his eyes would make it seem anything but friendly. "You wouldn't want that, now would you?"

The sniveling kid was shaking like crazy, but he heard past the chattering of his teeth and shook his head rapidly.

"Good." Dean said, tone smooth and razor sharp. Wiping his hands on his jeans, he turned and headed back home; where Sammy was.

0oo0

Sam looked up at the front entrance of his school building on Monday. Even though Dean had assured him he'd be fine, Sam felt a little uncertain. His big brother had said he'd take care of the bullies, but he hadn't even seen Dean leave the house once since they'd come home late Saturday night, against hospital wishes at that.

In typical Dean fashion, his brother had been out of bed and doing things he wasn't suppose to. Like cleaning the weapons...

Sam recalled taking a late afternoon nap on Sunday after sufficiently nagging at his bull-headed brother for one day. He guessed Dean might've done it during that, but he'd only been out about an hour and a half, and when he'd woken up Dean had been in the living room watching TV. Had there really been enough time to do anything?

Taking a deep breath, Sam re-instilled his faith in his brother and entered the school building. Other kids his age and a little older milled about around him as he made his way to his locker.

To his horror, he saw Jack and his two friends round the corner further down the hall as he was rummaging through his locker. He froze on the spot, but loosened up just as quickly when he took in their beaten appearance. They all walked with a hunch; Jack sporting a nasty black eye, the brown-haired one a thickly bandaged nose, and the last a neck brace.

He stared in wonder, startling when all of their eyes snapped on him at once. And suddenly there was a commotion as all three spun around and pushed their way back through the crowd like the devil was on their heels.

Sam gazed off into space even after they'd gone, but with a few more seconds a small smile broke out on his face. Dean had kept his promise... somehow... It amazed Sam.

It was in that moment that he knew his brother would never break his word. Not ever.

0oo0

Sam closed the front door with his foot and made his way into the living room where his brother was lazing on the couch watching TV. He looked up as Sam appeared, a welcoming smile on his face. "Hey, Sammy. How was school?"

Sam grinned and dropped his bag by the coffee table before plopping down next to his brother. "School was great."

Dean cocked an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

Sam laughed. "Yeah."

0oo0

Fin.