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3. Bullying
Sam was having a rough day. It was his first day into middle school and already he was in a fight. The day had begun as any first day would go; terribly. As soon as he got there, he had accidentally hit a boy in the face with a dodgeball; turns out the boy he hit was actually the school's biggest bully. As soon as the kid made eye contact with Sam, he knew the day wouldn't be easy. And he had been right. After class, the kids confronted him in the changing room by shoving him into the shower and blasting the water on. Sam had pleaded for them to stop but they just laughed and locked the door making him late for his next class. Lunch came pretty soon and as soon as Dean's eyes landed on Sam's wet hair, his protective mood activated.
"Hey Sam," Dean began slowly.
Sam just looked up at Dean and gave a small lopsided smile but his puppy eyes gave away the fact he was trying not to sob.
Dean sighed and looped an arm around his shoulders. "Sammy you know I'm not going to fall for that."
Sam looked back down at his hands and Dean led them over to a table.
"So how was your first day? And don't even think about lying to me."
Sam took a small breath. "It was... Fine."
Dean locked his jaw. "Who was the son of a bitch this time?"
Dean knew that every time Sam was the new kid he would get bullied and every time Dean would beat that kid up and made sure he didn't approach Sam at all.
Sam just shook his head. "It was nobody, I am perfectly fine."
"Then why do you have wet hair?"
"I was hot."
"Then why is there a hand mark on your arm?"
"I accidentally held my arm too hard; Dean I'm perfectly fine I can handle myself! I'm not that baby that you took out of the fire!" Sam snapped.
Dean looked a little taken back at Sam's abrupt change in manner and Sam immediately felt guilty. As soon as classes were over, Sam was eager to get home which was odd considering that he generally hates the wrath of John Winchester. As the last class finished, Sam had gotten out earlier than Dean because of course a teacher got annoyed with him and told him to stay after. As Sam was leaving the school, somebody had gripped his collar and threw him to the floor. Sam landed with a "oof" and a groan.
"I don't like it when new kids take advantage of me, meat. You'll remember my name for sure, the day Curtis Tyrill beat Sam Winchester." The voice growled.
Sam quickly rolled over and stood up, looking for his attacker when he saw the boy from earlier towering above him. Sam gulped and his lip quivered a little.
"A-and I don't like it when bullies like you take advantage of us." Sam said with a tad bit of sass.
Curtis growled and threw the first punch to Sam's gut. Sam let out a shrill groan and the boys laughed.
"What? Too dorky to actually stick up for yourself?"
As Curtis got ready to throw a punch to Sam's face, a hand gripped the bully's fist and twisted it back punching himself. Sam opened his eyes and looked over to see a pissed off Dean, still clutching the bully's fist even while Curtis was holding his now bloody nose.
"Yeah, but I sure as hell am not going to let some bastard like you beat up my brother." Dean spat venomously.
Curtis whimpered as Dean pushed him violently to the floor as his friends ran over to him. Sam held his now bruised ribs as the kids ran off and Dean helped him up and tucked him into a hug.
"I'm here for you little brother, alright? I'm not letting those son's of bitches get you."
Sam just nodded and looked up at Dean. He would never say this out loud, but no matter what happened, he would always look up to him and in the future years as he stands in the church staring at his tear stained brother, he'll remember the man he looked up to all those years.
