Disclaimer: The characters or of Supernatural do not belong to me. I'm just another person who Sam and Dean give a reason to live.
Author's note: Thank you so much for your response on the last chapter. I'm thinking that I can do this fanfiction thing. Your reviews motivate me a lot so please, please review! I'm planning to post one chapter a day and this will be a three-four chapter story so I hope you look forward to it. Cheers!
Ch. 2
Sam waited until he saw the impala pull out of the parking lot and then got out of the school building. The school was deserted by now. The hustle bustle which surrounded the building now resembled the silence of the graveyards. But, the thing about Sam was that he was not scared of graveyards. When children used to play in playgrounds, he was helping his brother and father digging up graves. So yeah, his life was different.
He started walking towards the abandoned field behind the school. It was a beautiful day. The kind of day where you go out on a walk or a date. He wondered if Dean had plans with Amada and he cancelled them to spend the evening with Sam. He was an awesome big brother that way. That only made Sam feel worse for lying to Dean. He had to wrap this up quickly so he can go back to the motel and tell the truth to Dean.
He spotted Dirk sitting on of the cement pipes. He was fondling something in his hands which he put away in his pocket as soon as he saw Sam. "You're late. I almost thought you chickened out." Dirk said with an evil smile on his face. He jumped of the pipe and started walking towards Sam while clenching his hands. Sam took a fighting stance. He was sure he can take on a high school bully but his father taught him to never underestimate his enemy.
Dirk wasted no time and punched Sam, but Sam was ready for it and dodged it easily. Frustrated, Dirk tried to kick him but Sam held his leg and pulled it causing him to fall on the ground. Sam climbed on him and threw a punch to his cheek. Sam decided not to hurt him. He was a civilian after all, he was no monster and Sam was not the kind of boy who went around picking fights with high school boys in abandoned fields. Sam threw an upper hook and then held Dirk by his collar. "Listen Dirk. I don't want to hurt you. Truth to be told, I couldn't care about you less. Just stay away from me and my friends." Sam said as he dismounted Dirk and turned around to leave.
Just as he squatted down to pick up his bag and dust it off, he heard a voice behind him. "Winchester" Dirk said as he took out a knife from his pocket. He didn't plan on using this but he couldn't just let him get away with it. All he knew, Winchester would be bragging about beating Dirk in the school next morning and he couldn't have that. His reputation was the only thing Dirk had left and couldn't lose it too.
Sam only had a second to react before Dirk attacked him with a knife. Given his strong reflexes, managed to roll over before he got stabbed but not before getting a cut on his side. Dirk came at him again but he managed to trip him this time and Dirk fell next to him on the ground.
"What's in God's name is happening here?"
As both the boys turned around they saw a police officer. He must be patrolling the neighbourhood, Sam thought. "Dirk, are you picking fights with school kids again?" he said as he crossed his arms. "Nn-no, Sir. We were just getting some extra practice for our wrestling match." Dirk said as he eyed Sam warningly. "Is that true, son?" asked the officer as he looked over to Sam. "Yes, Sir" Sam replied. "Well, then you better get home. It'll be getting dark soon" he said as he motioned them to get up. Dirk got up and started to leave not before he whispered in Sam's ear, "If you say a word about this to anyone, you're dead meat!"
After Dirk left the field, the police officer asked Sam if he was okay to go home alone. As Sam assured him that he was okay, he was more and more aware of the sharp pain in his side where the knife had cut him. The police officer gave him a final nod and left too.
Sam sat up and looked down to see that a part of his shirt was soaked in his blood. He decided not to check the injury until he got back to the motel. He did not want to panic before it was required. Although, hiding it from Dean was going to be damn difficult. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around his waist to hide the wound. He got up carefully, slid his bag on his shoulder while one had pressing down on the wound to prevent further blood loss and started walking towards the motel.
Sam was praying all the way to the motel that Dean wouldn't be home and he will be able to take care of the wound in peace. Or should I tell Dean? He thought. Going by the pain he was in, the cut seemed pretty bad. He was almost positive that he will need stiches. Yes. I should tell Dean. But, what if he got angry? Or worse, what if he was ashamed of me because I lost to a human, for crying out loud. No no, I cannot tell Dean. I have to suck it up like a Winchester, like Dad said, Sam thought as took out his key out of his pocket to open the door.
The Winchester luck did not fail him. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Dean lounged in front of the TV with his legs crossed on the coffee table. "Hiya Sammy!" he greeted. Right now, Sam wanted nothing more to cry like a baby and run to his big brother to make his pain go away but he knew he couldn't do that. "I really need to use the bathroom" Sam said as he dropped his bag by the door and started walking towards the bathroom at a fast pace, but not fast enough to make his brother suspicious. As soon as he shut the bathroom door behind him, he heard his brother's footsteps.
"Woah! Your date was so good that you need to 'use the bathroom', Sammy?"
Sam could hear the smirk in his voice.
"What? Shut up, Dean. I just need to pee. Will you leave me alone for a minute please?"
Hearing the nervousness in his voice, Dean said "You sure you okay, Sammy? You know you can tell me anything. That's what I am here for? She hurt you?"
"Noooo! I'm fineeee, Dean, okay? Just let me use the bathroom in peace."
"Okay. If you say so. I'm going to order pizza. Also, I need to head out for a bit to buy some parts for the Impala. I'll try to be back soon. Don't wait for me, eat dinner. I hardly doubt that you ate anything after lunch."
"Yes, Dean. You can go."
"Cool! See ya!"
Sam waited until he heard the front door shut and the roar of the Impala and then turned his attention back to this wound. He untied his jacket and gently peeled off his shirt from the wound before taking it off too. Yup, Sam thought, I'm gonna need stiches. But…I cannot tell Dean about it and I obviously cannot stich it on my own. On second thoughts, maybe wrapping it properly will help. If it does not heal on its own in two-three days, I will tell Dean. Yup. That sounds like a good plan.
Sam dressed the wound to the best of his ability, careful to wash the wound twice to get rid of the dust he might have picked in the field. After sneaking two Tylenol from the medicine cabinet, he gingerly climbed into his bed to rest. He got up fifteen minutes later when the pizza arrived and set it on the table. He glanced at the wall clock. It was late, maybe Dean had to go to the shop in the next town to get the parts. He looked at the pizza that sat on the table. Its smell was making him nauseous. Moreover, Dean was not here to bully him into eating. He climbed under the covers again, turning off the light, wishing that a good night's sleep will take away his pain and he will be as good as new in the morning.
To be continued…