Sam walked down the hall of the new school that Dean and he had moved to while their dad was on another hunting job. It was a pretty common high school, a lot of children chatting in groups, boring lectures from old teachers, and rules posted up on the walls everywhere. Sam sighed. He wished that he didn't have to continue to move and leave everything behind again and again. As he was passing by a trash can he decided to throw away the paper bag he had his lunch from earlier in. Sam, not knowing that it missed its target, continued to walk down the hallway.

"Excuse me," a voice came from behind him.

He turned to see one of the elder teachers who was a particular stickler for rules.

"Yes ma'am," Sam said not sure why she had stopped him.

"You, young man, have just violated one of the rules by littering. I want you in my office, now," she said strictly, pointing a bony finger to a room down the hall. Sam just gave her a disbelieving look but walked to her office none the less.

Sam and the teacher past his older brother who as usual was talking to a pretty cheerleader; Sam gave his brother a pleading look.

Dean sighed but followed his brother, explaining he needed to save his brother which made the pretty blonde giggle.

Sam sat outside the office on a bench while the older woman wrote furiously on a piece of paper at her desk. Sam wasn't one to cry but he felt like anyone else would have in his place.

Sam watched his brother walk into her office. Dean winked at him and Sam's eye bruises furrowed.

"Can I help you?" The teacher asked almost rudely.

"Yeah, that's my little brother you have out there and I want to know what he did wrong," Dean asked, stepping closer to the desk as he spoke.

"He violated one of the school rules."

"Sam? He always follows the rules. What rule?" Dean asked, getting upset.

"He littered," the teacher said seriously.

Deans anger boiled over and he slammed his hands on the desk. "You mean to say because he left a piece of paper on the ground he is getting detention?"

"He would get far worse if this were the outside, do you wish to join him there?"

Dean's teeth rubbed together. "Look, we have been everywhere in this stupid country. We have seen violence, murder, and kidnappings; all of them got the police involved. Not once have I seen a cop say a word when someone litters."

"I am sorry you saw what?" The teacher asked paling slightly.

"I've seen things you couldn't imagine lady. I suggest you let one little accident of missing the trash can go."

"How were you boys exposed to such violence?" She asked him, Dean could see he had her on the ropes now, just one more little push ought to do it.

"Our dad is a bounty hunter."

"I don't imagine your mother approves of such employment."

Dean looked away for a second but then looked back at her. "She's dead."

"I'm sorry," she said.

Sam sighed still sitting outside the office, they were too far to hear properly but he was still worried on what Dean was telling her. He was very good at manipulating people sometimes, or sometimes he just made things worse.

Dean shrugged. "Are you still going to give my little brother a detention or let him be?"

The teacher was quiet for before finally speaking, "I'll give him a warning this time."

"Thank you."

The teacher stood and they headed out of her office. Sam looked up when they did, the teacher rested a hand on his shoulder.

"You may go; this will be a warning but try to be more careful in the future."

Sam nodded in surprise before standing up.

Dean walked away with Sam and gave him a hug. "You need to stop getting into trouble Sammy."

Sam tensed in surprise, "stop calling me Sammy."

Dean laughed. At least he knew his brother was safe.