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Got this idea from my good friend wandertogonder, I'll tell you if it wasn't for her I wouldn't have written so many stories, so send her virtual hugs!

Michelle's Promise

Michelle-22

Dean-19

Sam-17

We were held up in some run down cabin in the middle of no where while we tried to track down a Wendigo that had been taking campers for 'snacks' as Dean so nicely put it. I had driven to the nearest town to load up on groceries, for what seemed like the eighth time that week, and as I pulled back up to the cabin I could hear the arguing from outside. I said a silent thank you that we were in the middle of no where and no one could call management on us like had happened a few months ago while in a motel room in Ohio.

It seemed that lately Sam and Dad would argue about anything under the sun. If Dad said yes Sam would say no, if Dad said short Sam said tall, if Dad said blue Sam said red and I for one was getting sick of trying to play mediator and I'm pretty sure Dean was too. It was causing friction between all of us because most of the time I sided with Sam and Dean sided with Dad, if this went on too much longer I was ready to willingly give myself to the damn Wendigo.

"You are my son and I still make the rules," I heard Dad yell as I walked in the door with the groceries.

"What's it about this time?" I asked Dean quietly as I quickly put the cold stuff away so I could step in if I had to.

"Dad wants Sam to take the G.E.D. test so he can hunt full time," he explained taking a beer out of the case I had just bought.

"What?" I asked in disbelief. The one thing Dad and I had always agreed on was that they were both going to get their diplomas, or at least I thought.

"Stay out of it Shell," Dean warned as if reading my mind, "I got mine; Sam can pass it with no problem."

Dean was right last year he took it but only because he missed too many days of school to graduate and there was no way he was going to repeat senior year. It was his decision to take the test which is the only reason I went along with it to begin with.

"I'm only your son when you want to control me; Michelle is the one that raised us!" Sam shouted standing up so that he was nose to nose with Dad.

"So much for staying out of it," I whispered to Dean who sighed loudly.

"Is that what you think?" Dad bellowed and the look he had in his eyes told me what was coming next, I had seen it and been on the receiving end way too many times.

"That's what I know," Sam nearly spat in his face.

"Enough!" I yelled trying to wedge my way between them, father or not no one hit my Sammy.

Some how Dad reached around me and grabbed Sam by the collar with one hand to keep him in place and used his other to hit him. I saw Dean get up from his spot from across the room to help me pull them apart but what I didn't see was Sam trying to hit my Dad back and unfortunately I got in the way. The blow to my face sent my flying to the floor and the force that was behind it was enough to split my lip open.

"Oh God, Shell," Sam breathed out staring at me in shock as I sat on the floor with my hand to my mouth.

"Look what you did!" Dad hollered and went to take another swing at Sam but he moved out of the way just in time.

"God damn it, stop!" Dean yelled coming over to help me off the floor using his thumb to wipe away some blood that had run down my chin, "You alright?"

"Fine," I lied as the pounding in my head started, I'm used to being a punching bag, I added silently. Although it was the first and only time Sam ever hit me, even by mistake.

I didn't even notice that my Dad had left the room until I heard the truck start up and peel out of the gravel driveway probably off to the closest bar.

"I'm going to go lay down," I said softly as I shuffled toward my bedroom, that was the only good thing about not being in a motel, I got my own room.

"What's today's date?" Dean asked grabbing my arm lightly stopping me from walking away.

"I don't have a concussion, Dean and I'm not going to sleep I'm just going to lie down," I sighed trying to walk away again but he kept a hold on me.

"What is the date?" he asked and I knew he wouldn't let me go until I told him.

"May 17th," I said pulling my arm out of his grasp, "Now for the last time, I'm going to my room."

I walked the few feet to my room, quietly closed the door behind me and buried my head in my pillows trying to stop the drummer that seemed to have taken up shop in my head. I don't think I was even in there five minutes before I heard the hinges on my door squeak.

"Dean, I told you I'm…" I started as I rolled over to look at him but stopped when I saw Sam standing there looking guilty as all hell.

"Peace offering," he said softly handing me a few aspirin and a glass of water which I gladly took before handing over a bag of peas wrapped in a t-shirt to put on my mouth, "Shelly, I'm so sorry."

"I'm not mad at you," I said patting the bed next to me telling him to sit but he didn't move, "Sam, I'm not going to bite you, sit down."

He finally sat down but as far away from me as he could, he wouldn't even look at me.

"Sammy, did you mean to hit me?" I asked moving so my legs crossed under me and I could look at him straight on.

"Of course not!" he exclaimed turning to look me in the eyes.

"Then why would I be upset you?" I questioned putting my hand on his arm, "It was just a mistake."

"I shouldn't have even swung…he just…ugh he makes me so mad my blood boils! I don't want to take the stupid test, I want to graduate, I want to go to college, I want to get away as far away from this life as I can and never look back!" he ranted and I just sat and listened as he got it all off his chest.

"So, what's the problem?"

"The problem?" Sam declared loudly and I winced a little, he must have noticed because he lowered his voice as he continued, "The problem is that Dad will never let me do any of those things and I'm going to be stuck in this life forever."

"Where do you want to go to college?" I asked curiously.

"What?" he questioned looking at me like I had six heads, "Did you not just hear everything I said?"

"Sam, do you really want out of this life?" I asked with no anger behind the words whatsoever.

"Yeah," he nodded, "There's nothing that I want more."

"Then graduate and apply to college," I said simply.

"You make it sound so easy," he said with a small laugh, "Are you sure you don't have a concussion? Did you just miss the whole argument Dad and I had?"

"Have I ever broken a promise to you?" I asked ignoring his question.

"No, 'Winchesters don't break promises' but…" he started until I cut him off.

"Then follow your dreams, I promise you Sammy, if this is really what you want then I'll take you to college myself."

"Dad isn't going to let me just walk out the front door," Sam said shaking his head.

"I'll handle Dad, you worry about writing all those amazing essays for your applications," I said shifting so I could lie down, "Now come lay with me until I fall asleep."

"Dean said…" Sam started and I cut him off yet again.

"You going to listen to Dean or me?" I questioned giving him a look that said to chose his answer carefully.

"Fine but when he yells at me you're taking the blame," Sam said laying down next to me and throwing his arm over me.

"Of course."

I was almost asleep when Sam broke the silence.

"Hey Shell?"

"Mmm…" I mumbled already half asleep.

"Thank you."