Sam POV
Sam POV
It happened again; I woke up cold, alone and in pain that was unbearable in a room that was meant to be a closet but was in fact a bedroom, Sam's bedroom. I don't think I will ever get use to the pain that was brought on my 'father' but who could? I sat up, from my position on the hard floor and gasped at the pain that followed. It was one of those times when Charley went close to too far, and I started to get worried that maybe next time it will be "too far". I thought about other things, a remedy to ignore the pain, and got to change my outfit; note to self 'do laundry'.
I remembered Dean, suddenly violent images of him getting punched or even slapped, was on my mind. He needed to tone down his arrogance for once and act like a human being and not wear that beautiful smirk on his face all the time. Wait! 'Beautiful?' Yeah, right! I thought in a sarcastic tone. It was more annoying than beautiful, in fact it was disgusting, yes, disgusting. It was a hideous sight that made my stomach lurch forward and not flutter like butterflies. I can't wait till the school year ended and I could get away from this house, my father and most importantly, Dean Winchester.
I headed to school and then to the guidance counselors office to see Bobby. Bobby fixed me up after stuff like this; I bet I looked like shit, I didn't check in the mirror. Keeping my head down to not stand out, I moved through the crowd to the room. When I got there I opened the door to Bobby Singer's office and closed it in a hurry. I looked in to see Bobby at his desk but also one Dean Winchester sitting across from him; both turned to stare at me. Bobby's eyes were ablaze with anger, concern and guilt when he saw my beaten body. Dean held no emotion in his face except the small bit of surprise and concern that flashed through his eyes.
I dropped my eyes to the floor, I was surprised and embarrassed that he had to see me like this; I felt disgusted with myself and hoped he wouldn't think much of this encounter. I mumbled a brief apology, ignoring the protests from Bobby and practically sprinted to the nearest bathroom. I didn't feel the tears streaming down my face but I did feel the pain that welled up in my brain and felt like it was going to split open. I wobbled a bit on my feet, a wave of dizziness hit me and before I could sink fully into the sweet pools of unconsciousness, I felt arms catch me as I fell and saw these green orbs staring into my closing ones.
Dean's POV
To get to know my students more, some teachers directed me to the guidance councilor, Bobby Singer. Bobby was a man of my father's age and he was a kind man. He seemed to get kids in a way and understand them, making it easier for the students to come to him for advice and just to chat. What was interesting was that my Sam was student who came here the most. I was more interested by this; I figured I could get some information out of him with my charm.
While talking, the door was slammed open, before I could get the information, and slammed closed. A harsh breathing and a hitched breath made me turn around, and there was Sammy (my name for him now) standing there, about to pass out. Across his face and what I could see of his arms and neck were covered in dark angry bruises. A small trickle of blood dripped down the boys head and wide brown eyes were red from exhaustion. I was worried and angry and murderous. I wanted to go find whoever did this to my future love and kill them brutally.
I saw him drop his head in what seemed like shame but I could not figure out why, and then he practically ran out of the room. Turning back to Bobby, I saw him standing up, eyes held with worry and guilt. He knew something that was for sure, but I could tell I wouldn't get anything out of him any time soon. I excused myself, and ran myself out of the room to find the distressed teen who I grew attached to in such a short amount of time. I saw him nearby a bathroom, about to go in. Sam, stopped though and looked about to collapse, and he would too if I weren't there to catch him.
Eyes closing, I tried to shake the boy awake but nothing was working.