Chapter 3: Brothers

Clark and his little brother Dean are currently sparring in the forest far behind their home. Dean had been bugging his brother for a while now that he wanted to learn how to fight.

"C'mon is that all you got pip-squeak?" Clark teased his brother, who was panting rather hard.

"Don't make fun of me. I'm trying my hardest!" Jason defended himself. He hated being laughed at. It set a fire behind his eyes.

"No you're not. I told you just because you're angry and you're putting all your energy into it; doesn't mean you're going to win." Clark lectured.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Kay mom."

"You have to think about what you're doing. But more importantly, what your opponent is going to do." Clark repeated the same words he was given from his teacher. Which happened to be his best friend, Jason. Jason's parents had enough money to put him in the local martial arts school. And when they hung out, Jason taught Clark everything he knew. They'd train constantly, several hours a week when they could. Now Clark was trying to pass a few things onto his brother Dean.

"Ya-ya I don't care about the lectures, I just wanna fight." Dean scoffed.

"Your ignorance is gonna get your ass kicked." Clark smirked.

"Try it." Dean dared.

Clark got into the tiger stance that Jason had just taught him. It was a new one and Clark figured he better practice it on someone he knew posed no threat. "Alright little brother. Come get some."

"Aaahh!" Dean gave a shout as he charged his brother.

There were several ways Clark could take out his brother right now. He was charging with no precaution, absolutely and completely wide open and unprepared for a counter. At the last second, as Dean's fist was flying towards his face, Clark sidestepped and let Dean throw his weight into empty air. Clark then spun and gave Dean a swift kick to rear, propelling him even further ahead. Dean landed on his face and slid a couple feet through the gravel. Clark winced at that. "Well hopefully now he'll listen and think about his actions"

"Aw fuck! Ah! Dean gave a sharp intake of breath and tried to ignore the hot pain that raced across the scratches of his face. "Did you really have to friggin kick me in the arse?!" Dean whined. "I was already flying forwards."

"I'm sorry brother." Clark smirked as he walked over to his brother. He held out his hand for Dean to grab. Dean just stared at him loathing. "C'mon stop pouting!" Clark laughed. Dean scoffed and went to grab his brother's hand, but froze a couple inches away. "C'mom you pussy at least I'm helping you out!"

"Dean look!" Dean pointed to the sky behind Clark. He seemed rather startled.

Clark turned to follow his brother's surprised yelp. He looked just in time to see a bright light whiz across their heads, maybe 15 feet up. Followed by a sudden strong gust of wind that nearly knocked Clark on his ass beside his brother.

"What was tha-" Dean was cut short by a loud explosion. Clark turned to follow where the light was flying only to see rubble and smoke flying high in the air.

"Dean I think that was meteorite!" Clark gasped.

"Really!? A meteorite!" Dean shouted. He spun to see the smoke cloud rising. "Let's go check it out!"

"No Dean I think we-." However Dean was already booking it through the trees. "Hey! Wait up! I don't think this is a good idea." Clark shouted after his brother.

"What are afraid it might be a ship full of hungry aliens from another planet?!" Dean cackled back to his brother.

"There's no such thing as aliens Dean."