It was a good thing Sam Winchester knew about pain. In fact, they coexisted closely enough together that Sam knew how he would be feeling the next couple of days. And that is what he used as his anchor as it assaulted him in waves. His chest burnt as if on fire and his muscles would spasm and ache with each slight movement.
What else kept him grounded was the opposite of knowledge-his imagination. He imagined telling Dean. Pictured the curling of his brother's jaw, the clenching of teeth. He pictured the eyes narrowing into slits. He saw Dean's move mouthing, and even though the words would be tinged with fury, they would come out gentle and soothing.
"I gotcha, Sammy. I got this son of a bitch. No one hurts you, supernatural or human. No one." He imagined telling his father and pictured both of them being spurred into action against the abuse of his teacher. And then he put it to rest; he could not tell them. Sam understood that Dean would always take care of him-it was the very essence of who he was. He was quite sure that if he took himself out of the equation, Dean would be lost. And Sam appreciated it and loved his brother just as fiercely. But there were some things you had to do with yourself-and this was one of them. And not only that, but the Winchester's had had to flee the previous town because of false accusations. The typical where did these bruises come storyline. Sam did not want to be the reason for them to come under fire again, and so soon. So he would keep his mouth shut, and he would pull a Dean Winchester. He would figure this out.
Sam finished the slow and painful task of dressing himself, feeling a sense of security as his brother's hoddie rested against the top of his thighs.
"Hey Sammy, you – what are you wearing?" Dean's voice changed from gruff to amusement in seconds. Sam took a deep breath, crossed his arms over his chest and met his brother's smirking face.
"Clothes, Dean. No wonder they wanted to keep you down a grade." The smirk quickly slid off dean's face, replaced with an impressive scowl.
"Where did you hear that from?" he demanded, and Sam turned around, tossing Dean's look right back at him, before bending down to pick up his bag. He stopped halfway, trying not to groan as pain laced through his back.
"Sammy?" Sam could hear the concern in Dean's voice, could feel the heat from the frown he knew was on Dean's face.
"Mm?" Sam let out as he grabbed his bag and stood up, still turned away.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing-didn't sleep the best," Sam muttered as he swung his bag up over his shoulders, managing to only wince slightly.
"Something bothering you?"
"Yeah-you. Just slept wrong, dude. Why are you so suspicious?" It was obviously a getaway remark, but Dean reached out and took Sam's arm, stopping him seconds away from making headway.
"I'm suspicious because you're becoming too good at keeping things from me. I'm suspicious because I know you better than anyone-so I definitely know when something is up little brother," Dean's voice was firm-almost a warning. Sam swallowed nervously at the unexpected declaration. He met his brother's unwavering gaze.
"Are we meant to hug it out now?" Sam found himself saying.
"No. You're meant to tell me what's up and you're meant to let me do my job." Dean's gaze was hard now, and Sam found he couldn't meet it anymore.
"Dean, I promise I'm okay. I know how to handle myself- and I know that you're here, okay?" Sam clapped a hand on his brother's arm and squeezed, looking up at him again. Dean stared at him for a moment longer before nodding, cupping Sam's face and patting it gently. He then moved to the side, and Sam slipped past, feeling his brother watching him until he turned the corner.
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Sam said his goodbyes to Dean at the entrance of the school, rolling his eyes as Dean warned him once again that he would be watching, and if there was even the slightest sign of trouble, well then…
If you got on Dean Winchester's Samdar, then there was no escaping until Dean found out exactly why you had been on put on that radar in the first place. And more often than not Sam found himself on that radar. Sam rolled his eyes again as he trudged to his locker, his face pinched as he began to strategize. He had to do the impossible –he had to get Dean to drop this and let this go. And that would only happen if Sam could get the almost impossible to occur-to get his teacher to leave him alone. Sam was smart-he had read several cases of abuse against students. Several of the teacher's had been possessed, and several of them had just been…human. And that, to him was worse. Demons were demons. Chaos was their way. They were twisted, vile creatures-evil. Humans? Humans had a choice to choose their path-to keep their humanity or to lose it. Sam had ruled out about Mr. Wells being possessed-it was almost crazy to think that Sam wished he was. But he had muttered Christo under his breath, and his teacher had continued his lecture without a flinch. If he had been, then it would have been cut and clean, and then it would be done. This, Sam was unsure how to handle. Without having someone he could turn to, he was on his own.
"Hey, Sam." Sam was yanked out of his thoughts, jumping in the process at the soft, interruptive voice. He met the soft brown eyes that belonged to his friend, Brooke. She was looking at him, her head cocked slightly to the side as she observed him.
"Sorry to scare you. How are you feeling after yesterday?" Sam's eyes widened as panic flared within him.
"Wh-what are you talking about?" he asked, looking instinctively for his brother in the hallway. Brooke's eyebrows pulled together as she stared at him, confused by his reaction.
"You know…how he made you run all those laps? You must be sore." She said gently, and Sam felt himself exhale in relief.
"Oh. Yeah. I am, but nothing I can't handle. Thanks for asking." He halted from turning away when she spoke his name again.
"Look, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here. I know newcomers like you don't last, so what's the damage, huh? Anyway, just remember that okay?" Her voice wavered, and Sam frowned as he thought over what she had said.
"Brooke?" He asked, but she had already turned away and lost herself in the crowd.
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A/N: This is just a bit of a filler, to get this back on track. I've started coming up with more ideas, and I'm happy to keep going with this story. Someone reviewed and asked me if I was still passionate about this story- which was cool. Yes, I am. I have a huge passion for this show, for the brother's, for their relationship and story. I love to write, and I love to write about my favorite characters! So I'll finish this regardless of the amount of reviews I get-I'll do it for Dean and Sam, for myself and for all of you who are enjoying this.
Anyway-so yeah a filler. I'm working on the next few chapters so keep a look out and tell me what you think! I love to hear feedback and what you guys want to see.
