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Jack sat down at the bar and ordered a much needed beer, knowing that it would probably be the first of many for the night. He'd just been fired from his third job in less than a month. Not that he had actually enjoyed the fast-food atmosphere and the meager pay but at least it had been something. Now though, that was gone and it only served to make him angrier. Taking a long swig of his beer, he growled. He wanted to get even with Dean Winchester and his pansy ass little brother. This wasn't about high school rivalries anymore; this was about making that arrogant asshole see that he didn't have everyone fooled by his pretty boy looks and charming manner.

"Tough night?" The man sitting beside him asked.

Jack growled and ignored the man as he wasn't feeling very social tonight.

"I need some help, I'm looking for someone." Elias said scooting a bit closer to Jack.

Jack grabbed his beer and made to stand. "I'm sure you are but I don't swing that way, sorry."

"No, sorry I wasn't implying that. Don't run off because of me. The name's Elias Judtrath." He said offering his hand.

After a moment's hesitation, Jack nodded and shook Elias' hand. "Jack, Jack Martin." The two sat having meaningless chit chat for a while before Elias turned the conversation in the direction he needed to in order to find out what he'd come there for.

"Can I ask you something?" He asked pretending to be hesitant.

"What is it?" Jack asked feeling a little skeptical about the guy sitting next to him. He didn't know what it was but the man seemed a bit… off, as if he didn't have all his marbles in one jar and to be completely honest, he was starting to give Jack the creeps.

"I was wondering if you knew a guy by the name of Dean Winchester?" Elias asked.

"Yeah, I know Dean… what about him?" Jack asked.

"I want to pay him a visit… he took something very precious to me and well, I just can't let it be forgotten." Revenge was present on his face and in his eyes as he spoke.

Jack smiled, hopefully having found someone to help him carry out his wants. "I think you and I could be very good friends Elias." He smirked before taking another sip of his beer ignoring the voice in the back of his head telling him that this was an insanely bad idea.

DW/SW

Sam hooked Ace's leash up to his collar and had to immediately give it a tug to make his dog stay still. "Dean!" Sam called when Ace tugged on the leash for a third time. Even though he was mostly pretty well-behaved, he was still a large dog and occasionally hard to handle, especially if he was excited.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming!" Dean smiled grabbing his key and putting it in his back pocket making sure to lock the door behind him. "So, which way do you wanna go today, to the lake or to town?" He had barely finished asking when he realized that Ace and Sam were already headed towards the lake, about an hour's walk away from their house. "Hey! Wait up!" He shouted jogging to catch up with his brother.

Sam smiled as he glanced over at his brother as they continued on down the path towards the lake. He'd been so happy to get the all clear from Dr. Harris a few days ago. He loved going on walks with his brother and Ace, especially to the lake. There he could just sit on the shore and watch Ace tromp through the shallow waves and not have to worry or think about anything, it was peaceful.

"Somebody's in a good mood today." Dean smiled as they continued towards their destination.

Sam shrugged in response. "It's nice out." He offered. It was actually a bit on the chilly side but Sam was still enjoying himself, glad to be out of the house.

"A bit cold but it's not too bad," Dean agreed. "I'll make us some of that hot chocolate you love when we get home, 'kay?"

"Hmm…" Sam smiled. "Okay, there ya go boy." Sam said as he unclipped Ace's leash and then sat down on the ground close to the water but not close enough to actually get wet.

Dean took a seat beside Sam and picked up a rock before tossing it into the lake, watching as it skimmed over the surface. While he liked getting out with his brother and he had to admit that this was a pretty cool place to be able to go to and just relax, he also was always very careful of wherever they went, making sure to keep an eye on their surroundings. He knew there were others besides Frank, other perverted bastards who preyed on kids like Sam and he would be damned if he was going to let one of them get their slimy hands on the kid ever again. But on the other side of things, he wanted his brother to be able to go out and live his life without having to constantly look over his shoulder. Sam deserved to enjoy himself and Dean wasn't about to let the sick fucks take that away. Dean let out a small sigh, getting both of those goals done wasn't exactly an easy accomplishment.

"You okay?" Sam asked after hearing his brother's sigh.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine… just thinking."

"About what?" Sam asked.

"Nothing." Dean answered deciding to keep his dilemma to himself.

Sam nodded and returned to watching his dog explore the wilderness that surrounded them.

They'd been sitting in companionable silence for a while watching as Ace got incredibly dirty running through the water and surrounding woods. "You know you're going to have to give him a bath tonight, right?" Dean smirked. He loved the mutt and was glad that he made Sam happy but he really didn't feel like having wet and muddy dog prints all over the sofa or the carpet.

Sam nodded. "I know. I was going to anyway, it's been a while."

"So, what do you think about going back to school tomorrow?" Dean asked. The plan was that Sam would go to school this week and then his next surgery was scheduled to happen the week after. They'd planned it out like that for two reasons, one to give the kid a break in between surgeries and two to make sure that he had a chance to catch up with his school work.

"You know me, I love school." Sam answered sarcastically. "All the stuck-up attitudes and everything, there's no where else I'd rather be."

"I know you love learning and being a little geek." He said affectionately making Sam let out a small laugh. It was true, Sam loved learning new things and studying, he just didn't like the social aspect of it all so much which Dean thought was pretty obvious. "You've got a different teacher now and besides, it was fine when you went back before, right?" He asked his tone taking on a more serious edge.

Sam nodded. "I thought everyone would want to lynch me or something…"

"But they didn't." Dean stated letting his arm brush against Sam's, silently offering him a little comfort. "It'll be fine."

Sam nodded and was quiet for a few minutes. "So, you like my new teacher?" He asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, he seems alright. I mean, you know definitely an athletic guy but not like Jack. It'll be fine but Sammy, if anything does happen, if he does treat you badly or whatever, tell me okay." He explained.

"I know. I will. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before, I just… I just didn't want you to think of me as weak." Sam replied quietly.

"That is one thing you will never be okay Sammy? After everything you've been through Sam, I could never think of you as weak. You're one of the strongest people I know." Dean reassured. "And it's okay not to be able to handle everything on your own, you shouldn't have to. We're a family Sam, you help me, and I help you… all that spiffy jazz." He said while sending a loving, older brother smile Sam's way.

Sam smiled back and ducked his head a little.

Dean glanced at his watch seeing that it was about five in the evening. "You wanna head back now, maybe grab something to eat on the way home?" He asked.

Sam nodded and stood up, dusting himself off.

Dean stood as well but stopped when he thought he heard a twig snap. Considering that he and Sam were the only people around, it made him a bit nervous. He didn't want to freak Sam out over nothing though so he shook it off and suggested that they get going while taking a nervous and precautionary look around not seeing anything unusual.

Elias breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Sam and Dean walk away, his focus mainly on Sam's ass remembering how good it had felt to fill it with his dick. He palmed himself and had to suppress a groan so his prey wouldn't hear him. "Enjoy your time together, it won't last." He whispered knowing that it really wouldn't have mattered much though if they had heard him, he had his gun with him and was prepared to use any means necessary to make sure that his fantasies became a reality. All in good time he thought. As much as he wanted to take Sam right then and there, he knew this was something that couldn't be rushed.

DW/SW

"Kay, I'll pick you up later, alright. Have a good day." Dean said as Sam climbed out of the car. "Bye Sammy."

"You too, bye Dean." Sam called before walking up the steps. He went to his locker and got the books he needed for his morning classes and then set off to find his friends. He smiled when he saw them standing by the steps leading to the second floor of the arts and sciences building. "Hey guys," He said tapping James on the shoulder.

"Oh my god! Sam, you're back!" Kate practically squealed when she saw him, a huge smile gracing her face.

Sam smiled sheepishly.

"Why didn't you tell us you were gonna back this soon?" James asked.

"I wanted to surprise you guys." Sam answered.

"Mission accomplished." James smiled with Bobby and Andy nodding in agreement.

Sam continued to smile and let his friends welcome him back before the first bell rang and they parted ways. Sam soon found himself getting back into the groove of things and was happy that he didn't have to worry about running into Mr. Martin, Zack or Ryan. It definitely made his day a bit more stress-free. "So, you like this guy, our new teacher?" Sam asked still slightly worried about meeting his new PE teacher, the effects of his last experience still lingering.

"Yeah, don't worry. He's cool." James answered as they walked into the locker rooms.

While it was still not on his top ten favorite places to be, Sam found it wasn't as bad as before and wondered if maybe his scars being not so obvious had anything to do with it.

"If you say so." Sam said deciding to trust James before jumping to conclusions and judging the guy before he met him. He walked to his own locker and pulled out his PE clothes, stuffing his backpack into the small space. Out of habit, he looked around before pulling his shirt off. They're gone, I don't have to worry he thought trying to reassure himself as he glanced down at his stomach, still feeling a bit of awe that he didn't look like he had a road map going across his chest, keeping his back to the row of lockers.

Not only had nobody ever questioned him about just how he'd gotten his scars though he had heard whispers and seen the looks, people generally left him alone and those that didn't learned to quickly but he was starting to feel a little bit more confident that maybe, just maybe he could be just 'one of the guys'. After all, he was at home so why not at school with his friends? Because you're still keeping secrets from them he thought but shook it off or at least tried to. That wasn't their business and he tried to think of what Dean would say to him if he were to ask him about it. He'd probably tell me that if they did treat me any different for it then they're not worth being friends with. Keeping that in mind, he finished changing and closed his locker.

James was a little surprised when he walked over to Sam's locker and found him tying his shoes. He'd kind of expected Sam to not even have taken his shirt off yet. He decided against saying anything and just smiled. "C'mon."

"Thanks for the ah, card guys... it was really cool and um and the movie was good too." Sam said, a small smile on his face.

Kate blushed and stared at the floor.

"It was all her idea," James said quietly and Sam nodded. "Of course the movie came from us guys."

Sam nodded and then turned to Kate. "I um... I ah, I don't want to embarrass you but it helped make me feel better knowing that you guys were thinking of me so I ah, I just wanted to say thanks."

Both Kate and James nodded and smiled. It stunned the two of them sometimes at how easy it was to make Sam happy. He didn't require or want much, just someone to talk to and a friendly face to see.

"So, what have we been doing?" Sam asked after a couple minutes had passed by.

"Hockey," James answered. "We ah, we didn't know when you were going to be back but there's a spot on our team for ya."

Sam smiled but his smile faltered when their teacher walked in. He looked like your typical athletic jock, tall, tan and well-built, and Sam hoped he'd be okay.

"Alright class, go line up." He called clapping his hands together reminding Sam almost too much of his former teacher, an unconscious shiver running down his spine.

Sam, James and Kate went their separate ways and got lined up, ready for roll-call. Mr. Talley walked down the line saying 'hi' to each of his students and checking their names off as he went. "You must be Sam, am I correct?" He asked stopping in front of the shaggy haired boy.

Sam nodded shyly.

"Well, welcome back Sam. I'm Mr. Talley but you can call me Mr. T." He said putting a checkmark next to Sam's name.

"Hi Mr. T." Sam replied quietly.

Mr. T smiled and then moved on to his next his student. After he had finished roll call, they did their daily stretches and then everyone clambered to get a 'good' hockey stick from the bin Mr. T had set out. "We're over here," James said as he and Sam walked to the far side of the gym. "Have you ever played hockey before?" He asked.

Sam shook his head no.

"Don't worry, not a big deal. Mr. T always goes over the rules first." James smiled and Sam turned around, ready to listen. Why couldn't they be playing one of the games Dean had taught him he didn't know?

"Okay, so just so everyone's clear, I'm going to go over the rules again alright?" Mr. T started. "First off, I don't want to see any rough-housing or fighting. I know they fight in the pro games all the time but this isn't the pro's, its PE class so please try but don't take it too seriously. If I see that you are having a hard time controlling your temper, you'll be in the box with me. Secondly, no sticks above the waist. It's a good way for you to hurt either yourself or someone else and that's not what we need. Kay, we'll play fifteen minute games and then switch so everyone should play against each team twice today. Got it?" He asked. "Have fun."

"See, he's not bad." James reassured.

Sam nodded and stood back a little, not wanting to get caught up in the action of it right away.

Mr. T watched his newest student, Sam, watch at first and then cautiously join in the game. He'd talked with Sam's older brother and guardian, Dean, and the principle a few weeks before and heard about Sam's negative experiences so far. He'd promised he'd take it easy on the kid but also encourage him to try new things. He had also made it clear to both of them that while he liked to win, a lot, he didn't stand for bullies and wouldn't allow it in his class. This seemed to put the brother to rest, at least a little.

"Sam, can I talk to you for a few minutes?" Mr. T asked after class had ended.

Sam looked hesitantly between his friends and they both told him they'd wait for him. "What is it?" Sam asked thinking through the period worried he may have done something wrong.

"I just wanted you to know that all I expect out of you is that you try. I don't care how long it takes you to run the mile or learn a new sport; all I want is for you to try okay?" He asked.

Sam nodded still a bit worried.

"Don't worry, you did fine today." He encouraged.

"Really?" Sam asked, a bit of disbelief in his voice.

"Yeah, this is PE. I'm not expecting any miracles or anything 'kay." Mr. T smiled a bit. "Just go out there and have fun."

Sam returned the smile, his confidence beginning to grow. "Thanks. I… I will." He replied.

"No problem, now go enjoy your lunch. I'll see you tomorrow." Mr. T answered.

Sam nodded. "Bye Mr. T." Sam said before hurrying to enjoy his friends.

DW/SW

"What did you want to talk about?" Chelsea asked skeptically as she sat down across from Frank and Paul. She'd gotten a call earlier in the week from Paul that Frank had something he wanted to say and she wasn't quite sure what she would expect. "Just so you know, he was proved guilty, we're way past plea bargaining." She said turning to Paul.

"I know." He said defensively. He didn't like being treated or talked to like this was his first client ever.

"Well…?" Chelsea asked when Frank didn't start talking.

"I had a visitor last week, we had a very interesting conversation… 'bout little Sammy." Frank answered.

"You and I should talk about this alone." Paul said interrupting his client.

"Frank, what did you and your visitor talk about? What about Sam?" She asked. Her officers were still looking for the other people on the tapes and had caught a few, most of which getting plea deals. She knew Sam wouldn't, couldn't testify a second time and she didn't blame him. She also knew Dean would never allow it. "What did you guys talk about? What about Sam?"

"If I tell you, what do I get in return?" Frank asked.

"Like I told your lawyer, we're past bargaining." Chelsea repeated.

"That's too bad. Just remember when little Sammy gets a visitor and ends up missing, you can tell Dean it's entirely your fault." He said turning away as if he was done with the conversation. "Guard!" He called.

"Wait… wait depending on what it is you have to say, maybe, maybe I can come up with something." She said to please the bastard though she knew or at least hoped that no judge would lessen his punishment. Personally, she thought VIP treatment in hell wasn't good enough for the bastard.

"That's not good enough. I want a promise that if I tell you, I can get out of here sooner. I mean, I have work to do, people to see, places to go." He said a smile on his face and Chelsea was internally disgusted with what she knew he was referring to.

"Frank…" His lawyer warned.

Frank rolled his eyes at the shumck and sighed. "So, do I get out of here early or not?" He asked.

"I'll see what I can do for you. I'll talk to my boss but first I need to hear what you have to say." She said having no intention of seeking 'help' for Frank.

Frank nodded, seemingly satisfied with that.

"Who was your visitor?" Chelsea asked.

"An old… friend of mine, his name is Elias… Elias Judtrath. He wanted to know if Sam was still alive." Frank answered.

"Why would he think Sam was dead?" Chelsea asked.

"He thought I'd killed him." He looked like he was going to say something else but then stopped. "Nothing I say in here can be used against me for anything right?"

Chelsea nodded so he continued. "Anyways, I guess he went by my place to… see… Sam. When Sam wasn't there, he got angry and I guess he found out I was in jail and paid me a visit."

"Why would he want to see Sam?" Chelsea asked already knowing the answer but needing to hear it from Frank.

"Why do you think? He wanted to buy Sam a pony… Elias was one of my… customers and I guess he was looking for a tune-up." Frank explained.

"Do you know where Elias lives or where we can find him?" She asked.

"No, I mean, he likes to drink but I have no clue where he lives." He said taking a glance at his lawyer.

"Did you tell him where to find Sam?" Chelsea questioned.

"No. I didn't want him to dirty what is mine. Is that enough to get me out of here?" He asked.

"We'll see, all depends on if we catch him before he gets to Sam." She answered. "If we do catch him first, then maybe we can work something out." She said before gathering her things and leaving the room.

DW/SW

"Hey," Dean smiled when Sam climbed into the car. "How was it?" Dean asked.

"Good, you were right." Sam answered tossing his backpack into the backseat.

"About what?" Dean asked pulling out of the parking lot.

"My, ah Dean… isn't home in the other direction?" He asked.

"Yeah, we gotta go to the store. So wait, what was I right about?" He repeated. "I mean, I'm the older brother so really it's a given that I was going to be right but still I want to hear you say it."

Sam rolled his eyes. "My teacher, Mr. T. He does seem okay. He um, he pulled me aside after class." Sam said.

"What for?" Dean asked.

"He wanted to talk to me. He said that all he wants me to do is try, he doesn't care how long it takes me to do something, he just wants me to try." Sam answered.

"Good," He found a parking spot and then the two of them headed towards the Safeway entrance. "Grab a cart, will ya?"

Sam nodded and grabbed one before hurrying to catch up with Dean. "What do we need?" He asked walking alongside Dean.

"Ah bread, milk, and cereal… what do you want for dinner tonight?" He asked grabbing a packet of lunch meat and throwing it into the cart.

Sam shrugged. "I don't know, what do you feel like?" He asked.

"Lasagna okay?" He asked.

"Sure, but can we get the meat one? I like it better than the cheese." He said.

"Fine by me." Dean grabbed one of the meat lasagna out of the freezer and set it in the cart beside the tub of peanut butter and chocolate ice cream Sam had chosen.

"Dean?" He heard while he was grabbing a carton of milk and thought the voice sounded familiar.

He turned around and was surprised to see Rachel standing behind him. "Hey, what's up?" He asked before he remembered that he hadn't talked to her since their date a couple weeks before. Shit! "I'm really sorry I haven't called, been kind of crazy at our house lately but um, how are you."

"I'm… I'm good, how are you and Sam?" She asked stopping her cart beside his.

"We're doing okay. The last couple weeks were a bit rough on him but he made it through." Dean said a proud smile on his face.

"Yeah, I heard. That definitely did not sound like too much fun… over Christmas too." She replied and Dean could see genuine sympathy in her eyes.

"Yeah, he wasn't too happy about it but he's got a little break right now so… Speaking of Christmas, how was yours?" He asked.

"Fine, I went up to my parent's place so it was a bit of a drive but not too bad." She answered.

Dean smiled enjoying the small talk they were having and was about to ask her another question when he saw Sam walking towards him not looking too happy. Not wanting anything to happen or cause a scene, he decided he should end the conversation. "Well, I should go. Gotta get the kid home but it was nice running into you."

"Yeah you too, ya know I still owe you dinner." She said with a suggestive smile on her face.

"Yeah, I'll call you." He called. "Sam, we were just talking." He said trying to placate his obviously upset brother.

"Yeah right, let's just go home." He said crossing his arms over his chest and looking a mix of hurt and worried.

"Sam…" Dean sighed before deciding that they'd gotten enough to last them the week and walked up to the counter.

Sam slammed the car door shut, harder than necessary and immediately turned off Dean's music as soon as the car started up. "Sam, we were just talking." Dean tried.

Sam huffed.

"C'mon, you're acting childish Sam. So what, I can't ever talk to a girl now without you getting all pmssy on me?" Dean asked starting to get a bit annoyed. "I mean, I thought we talked about this. You know how important you are to me."

Sam's jaw clenched shut and he was quiet as he stared out the window. Maybe he was being childish but he couldn't help it. Every time he saw Rachel, which he realized hadn't been a whole lot, he got scared. His talk with Dean had placated some of his fears but not all of them, not the ones he'd been too afraid to voice fearing that if Dean heard them, then his brother might start to think they were true and then what would he do?

"Would you please tell me what the hell is such a big deal about me talking, having a civil conversation with someone who just happens to be of the opposite gender?" Dean asked, his irritation growing.

Sam looked as if he was about to answer when suddenly he screamed causing Dean to slam on the breaks.

"Sammy, what is it?" Dean asked, his annoyance gone at the tone of his little brother's voice.

"ACE!" Sam shouted, tears quickly rolling down his cheeks.

So... I know I'm evil to end it like that. Just what exactly has happened to Sam's beloved companion? I already have the first part written so I will try very hard to get the next chapter up soon. I hope you enjoyed it and please let me know what you thought. I really appreciate all of you taking the time to read it and I hope you send me a review. Weather you do or not, thanks! :)