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*excited for tonight's episode!

D is for Dream-Wrecker

Sam is fourteen, Dean is eighteen

As the Impala and John's truck pulled in the salvage yard, Bobby appeared with a huge smile. He watched as the Winchester family exited their vehicles. Dean still had the same dark, short hair and brilliant green eyes. But, the eyes were constantly glancing between his father and his younger brother. Bobby looked over at John. The father looked angry. He ran a hand through his also short hair and rubbed it down his face as he walked over to Bobby. Sam's hazel eyes were partially hidden under his brown hair. The kid was quiet. Very unusual for Sam Winchester, Bobby noted. The youngest hunter trudged behind his big brother and father.

"Look what the cat dragged in." Bobby smiled, shaking John's hand as he approached.

"Good to see ya' Bobby." John said with a smile.

"How's it been, Dean?" Bobby questioned the eldest son.

"Great, thanks." Dean gave the older man a small smile.

"How 'bout you Sam?"

"Fine, thanks." Sam said, avoiding Bobby's eyes. With the way he was acting, Bobby knew the youngest wasn't fine. But, he let it go. For now.

"Well how about we get inside? I just finished cookin' Bobby Singer's World Famous Chili." The hunters all filed inside the small house and into the kitchen, each taking a seat at the table. Bobby poured his chili into each bowl and they began eating.

"So…heard from anyone recently?" John questioned as he dipped his spoon into the bowl.

"Jim Murphy called me a couple days ago." Bobby started, "Said there's been some weird demon activity going on around a small town called Turtleville, Georgia. Caleb and Joshua seem to think it's nothing, but he's not too sure. I think he said he was gonna go check it out."

"You could have sent us down there."

"What kinda name is Turtleville?" Dean laughed mockingly. "Who names a town after a turtle?"

"Bobby, I know Jim's great with demons, but you really should have said something to me." John continued, ignoring his eldest son.

"I told him to be careful." Bobby responded, "He said his friend Gordon Walker was going to help him check it out."

John nodded, "Gordon's got a good head on his shoulders. Not a bad hunter."

Bobby nodded in agreement and decided to change the topic, "So boys, how's school?"

"This is the last semester and I'm finally free!" Dean cheered, eating some more chili. Everyone at the table turned towards Sam, waiting for a response.

"Sam, Bobby asked you a question." John said with irritation after no response came from his youngest.

Sam's eyes darted up to Bobby as he said, "Fine."

"Samuel Michael Winchester-" John started.

"What? I answered him." Sam half-shouted, only causing John to get angrier.

"Do not raise your voice at me young man! Answer appropriately, finish your food, then go to bed."

"I can't go to sleep, Dad. It's like…six-thirty." Sam argued with an eye roll. Bobby was positive that if a table hadn't been in the way, John would have smacked his son.

"Room. Now." John ordered, shouting. Sam pushed himself up from the table and stomped towards the room he and Dean occupied while they stayed at the small house. They heard a door slam, then silence.

"John, what's up with him?" Bobby questioned as Dean poked at his food.

"Kid thinks he knows everything, stubborn, arguing-" John replied, stabbing his spoon into the dish multiple times.

"And who does that sound like?"

John sent the older man a glare, "Bobby, he's not following orders."

"He's fourteen." Bobby pointed out.

"Dean has been following orders since he was four!"

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom…." Dean made his escape quickly. He hated it when his father pulled him into conversations like that. Dean knew he'd always followed orders, he'd had to or someone could have been hurt or killed. Sometimes he got aggravated at Sam because, well, he was everything his dad said. Stubborn, always arguing, doesn't follow orders all the time. But, that was Sam.

After Sam had slammed the door shut, he flung himself on his bed. The blankets were itchy against his arms and legs, but he was too angry to do anything about it. Why was he and his dad always arguing? Not one day passed without a conversation ending with screaming and shouting. It killed him. What killed him more was Dean's reaction.

Dean rarely took sides. But when he did, Sam noticed it was always with their father. He just wanted Dean to take his side for once, to stand up to Dad. Just once.

"Well Sam's not Dean!" Bobby half-hollered at his friend. "Johnny, those boys are two completely different people! Dean chases the girls, embraces hunting, does what you tell him to, and hates school. Sam loves school, hates hunting, is awkward with girls. He's a teenage boy for cryin' out loud! Just because he don't listen sometimes doesn't make him a bad kid."

"I know, Bobby." John replied, rubbing his hand over his face. "I know they're different. I just want to know that Sam can take care of himself. One day Dean and I won't be there to do it. The kid needs to know everything to keep safe. And he's making it damn hard to teach him!"

"Just give him time, John." Bobby suggested calmly.

The next morning, Sam was out of the house before anyone was up. He was sitting against the outside of the fence when he heard his dad yelling from the porch.

"Sam!"

Sighing, he left his spot on the ground and jogged up to the house.

"Where the hell were you?" his dad shouted in his face.

"I was sitting by the fence." Sam said, hiding his annoyance. He wasn't five, he didn't need to be kept tracked of.

"And you didn't think to tell anyone?" Sam was having a hard time describing his father's fury. He'd never seen him so mad. Not even when John had found out Sam had read his journal. And he was pretty upset then….

"Everyone was asleep."

"So? Samuel, you don't just get up and walk away whenever you want! Give me five laps."

"What?" Sam said, confused.

John let out a heavy sigh, "Five laps around the salvage yard, Sam."

It took a minute to click, but when it did Sam walked over to the gate entrance and started running. He ran as fast as he could so his dad wouldn't assign even more laps. Once he had ran around the entire yard five times, Sam was out of breath and climbing up the front porch steps. His dad followed him inside to the kitchen where Bobby was cooking eggs and bacon.

Dean came in a moment later, shocked to see his brother out of breath.

"What happened?" the eldest questioned as Sam chugged a bottle of water.

"Your brother was punished. Apparently he snuck out this morning." John replied. Dean's eyes grew wide. Sam had snuck out? Why? When? Why hadn't he heard him?

"I didn't sneak out." Sam defended himself, "I went outside this morning and sat by the fence."

"Did you tell anyone?"

"No." he responded, reluctantly. "Dad, Bobby's is one of the safest places I know of. If something happened all I had to do was step back inside of the yard."

"That's not the point!" John shouted loudly, causing Sam, Dean, and Bobby to jump slightly. "The point is, you were away from protection! What if a demon swooped by and shot at you or something?"

"Since when did demons use guns?"

"Samuel Winchester, you know what I mean! Now, stop being a selfish little brat and go give me another three laps."

Sam looked almost as angry as John did. Almost. He didn't quite pull it off as well. Kicking the doorway, Sam headed towards the living room

"For that kick it's another lap." John hollered after his youngest son. The front door slammed and Bobby sighed in unison with Dean. "Don't start. Either of you." John warned as he sat down in one of the chairs.

The youngest hunter kicked the fence a few more times as hard as he could before he started running. On the second lap, he tripped and just barely reacted enough to catch himself from hitting face first into the ground. He got back on his feet and searched for the cause of his fall.

A small light blue fox was glaring up at him. Since when were foxes blue? And Sam had never seen a fox be able to glare, either. He took a few steps back and watched as the fox bared it's teeth back. Before Sam had any idea what was going on, the fox snapped out and bit it's jaw into Sam's leg. He let out a loud gasp of pain and saw the fox draw back and run off.

The pain in his leg was fading almost as quickly as it had come. He made his way back quickly to the house and went straight to the bathroom, ignoring the footsteps that followed him. He shut the door, locked it, and inspected his leg.

Four holes were bleeding from where the fox's teeth had pierced his leg.

"Sam, there's no way you ran all four laps that quickly get your-" John's shouts came through the door.

Sam ignored the angry shouts and turned on the water faucet. He looked around for a rag, but came up empty handed. Quickly, he pulled his t-shirt off and ran it under the water.

"Samuel Michael Winchester you open this door right now."

"Give me five minutes, Dad." Sam responded, wiping the blood off of his leg.

"Now."

Sam unlocked the door and angrily pulled it open. He thought his dad was angry before, that was nothing compared to this. John grabbed Sam's arm and forced him downstairs and shoved him on the couch.

"What the hell is your problem recently?" John yelled.

Dean and Bobby rushed into the room. The first thing they noticed was the blood running down Sam's leg and onto the wooden floor. They were about to question what happened, but were both cut off by John's ranting.

"It's been going on too long, that's for sure! All you ever do anymore is complain, pout, whine, and argue. Well?"

Sam closed his eyes and rubbed his temple. He was getting a killer headache. The pain in his leg was starting to spike up, but he wasn't going to let his dad see.

"I told you to run four laps, how many did you do?"

"Two." Sam gritted through his teeth. "Two effing laps. Two."

"Watch your language-"

"Whatever. I didn't say anything." Sam said, his eyes still screwed shut. His head was getting worse and so was the pain in his leg. It felt like it was on fire. He bit his lip.

"Dad-" Dean tried to say.

"No, Dean." John interrupted, "Your brother needs to learn to do as he's told. Sam, honestly I have no idea what to do anymore. I ground you, I have you run laps, you do chores all the time. What should I do?"

Unsurprisingly, Sam didn't respond. But not for the reasons John thought.

"Should I send you off to Pastor Jim's for a good long while?" John suggested. He didn't want to split his already small family up, but if it kept his boys alive he would.

Sam shook his head very slowly.

"Obviously you don't want that, so maybe that's exactly what I should do." John concluded. "I'll call him later this afternoon and set it up."

"Dad." Sam said quietly. "Dad…something's…wrong." Suddenly the muscles in his right leg, where he'd been bitten, cramped up. He stifled a small gasp.

"Thank you for enlightening me!" John hollered.

"Not what I meant." he hissed out. He started rubbing his right thigh to try and soothe the cramping.

"Then what the hell do you mean, Sam? I don't speak teenager!"

"Dad." Sam said as another set of cramps entered his stomach. He clutched his stomach and Dean was instantly beside him asking what was wrong. But, it hurt too much to speak by now. All of John's anger seemed to fade away as he saw his youngest was hurt.

"Sam, what's wrong?" Bobby repeated Dean's question.

As a response, Sam began heaving up blood. Bobby ran to the kitchen and grabbed a large bowl, returning to the living room and putting it under Sam's mouth. Dean put his arm around his heaving brother, whispering soothing nonsense words to him. John went to the other side of his son and watched his baby boy puke up a mixture of blood, food from the last three meals, and some bile. After a few minutes of spilling the contents, Sam started dry-heaving.

"Dad…?" Dean questioned, panic obvious in his voice and his eyes.

"Sammy, we need to know what happened." Bobby inserted. Sam stopped his dry-heaving a few moments later.

"I-I-I got bit by something." Sam said, trembling from all of the upchucking he'd just done. Dean wrapped his arm tightly around his baby brother.

"What'd it look like?" John prompted.

"Some k-kinda blue fox thing."

"Blue fox? Sam-" Dean started.

"I know. That's why I'm sure it caused this." Sam laid his head back against the couch. The youngest hunter felt his eyelids begin to droop.

"Sammy, buddy you've gotta stay awake." John said, trying to stay calm.

"Can't." Sam muttered. As Dean and John unsuccessfully tried to keep Sam awake, Bobby went to his study and began researching this 'blue fox'. Despite his family's attempts, Sam fell asleep.

A/N: This will be a two part thing. I promise the more supernatural creature blue fox thing will appear in part 2. I kinda had to set the scene for this, though.