(So, here's a nice long chapter for you guys. I am quite happy with this chapter and I hope you like it.

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Unbeated so all mistakes are mine and mine alone.)

The next morning when Dean went out into the kitchen he was slightly surprised to see Sam already dressed and eating breakfast.

"Good Morning Sam, what are you doing up already?" He asked through a yawn as he poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table.

"It's a school day." Sam said through a mouthful of toast and peanut butter

"Well, yeah but normally I'm up before you. What gives?" Dean asked as he took a sip of coffee looking at Sam.

"What it's a crime to be up before my older brother?" Sam asked before he took a gulp of milk.

"No, I'm just wondering jezz, don't be chewing my head off." Dean said getting up to make himself something to eat "here have some fruit." He added as he handed an orange to Sam.

"I had some apple juice." Sam said trying to pass it back to Dean.

"I don't care, if you don't eat the orange then you won't be able to read the letter we got from Bobby." Dean said as he put some water on to boil for a bowl of instant oatmeal.

"We got a letter from Bobby?" Sam asked as he tossed the orange from one hand to another.

"Yeah, I was going to tell you last night but we both went to bed early." Dean explained as he dumped two packages of peaches and cream flavored oatmeal into a bowl.

"What's it say?" Sam questioned as he rolled the orange around on the table.

"Peel the orange and start eating it and I'll open it and we can read it if we have time before school." Dean answered. Sam stopped playing with the orange and started peeling it, trying to see how long of a strip he could get off before it broke. As soon as Dean sat down with his oatmeal he took the letter from his jeans pocket and carefully opened it. Unfolding the paper and scanning it quickly he cleared his throat and read out

Dear Dean and Sam,

Hey. How are you boys doing? I'm alright, still kicking so that's a plus in my book. Rumsfeld is doing alright, he caught a mama rabbit yesterday so now I get to look after seven baby rabbits until I can get them into the vet on Monday. You boys want a pet rabbit?

Last week I went and met Rufus in Wisconsin to kill a shape shifter.

There was a snowstorm while I was away and I had to spend the night in town because I couldn't get to my house.

I hope you both are doing well in school and there are no problems.

Write some time why don't you?

Sincerely,

Bobby.

PS.

Dean just thought you should know I haven't heard from John in a while. I've tried calling him but he has not picked up. I have other hunters on the lookout for him and will let me know if they see him. Watch your back and keep an eye on Sam, not that I need to tell you that.

Bobby.

Dean looked up from the letter to look at Sam who had forgotten his orange.

"Dean, is John coming to New York? Is he going to find us? Will he take me away?" Sam asked firing off questions before Dean could even answer one.

"Sam, Sam slow down." Dean said as he put a spoonful of oatmeal into his mouth and swallowed "First, it does sound like John is on his way to New York if he's not already here. Next, I don't think he's going to find us since New York is such a big city, but if he does I will protect you until my dying breath and he will not take you away from me. I've almost got custody of you so there is no way in hell I'm letting him take you." Dean said looking at Sam, Sam looked back at Dean, less fear in his hazel eyes then before, nodded and went back to pulling sections off his orange.

"Come on, we're going to be late for school." Dean said getting up from the table all his appetite gone. Scrapping the oatmeal into a container and popped it into the fridge then grabbing his backpack and his own set of keys he followed Sam out the door and locked it.

When he got home that night Sam was already home and doing his homework.

"Hey Sam, how was school?" Dean asked as he put his bag down on the ground next to the table and went to the fridge and pulled out a can of sprite and sat down.

"Good." Sam answered.

"Good, that's all?" Dean asked "What did you do?"

"The normal stuff, went to three classes had lunch went to four more got my stuff came home started doing my homework." Sam said.

"Ok, why are you so cranky is it your time of the month?" Dean joked.

"No, knock it off Dean and let me do my homework!" Sam yelled then picked up his books and stormed into his bedroom and soon Dean could hear The Freshman coming from the radio. Dean sighed and dug around in his backpack and pulled out his homework wondering what on earth was eating at his younger brother. Sam was still in his room when Dean started making supper.

"Yo, Sam, supper's in fifteen. Get done with the question you're working on, wash up and set the table." Dean yelled in the direction of Sam's room. Sam didn't answer. "Sammy come on kiddo supper." Sam still didn't answer. Dean went to Sam's door and knocked.

"Go away Dean." Sam's muffled voice said.

"No, it's time for supper come on, this is the thired time I've had to call you." Dean said turning the doorknob finding the door locked. "Sam, unlock your door."

"Leave me alone Dean!" Sam screamed and something thudded against the door. Dean sighed and turned back to the kitchen to set the table and eat dinner. If Sam didn't want to eat then that was fine, he'd eat when he got hungry. Dean finished his supper washed his dishes and then read a copy of The Invisible man that Sam checked out from his school library until he could barely keep his eyes open. After trying to look in on Sam, the door was still locked, he got ready for bed and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Dean gasped as he came back to reality. He didn't know what woke him up. Was it a noise? Holding his breath he slowly grabbed his knife from under his pillow and got ready to strike if he needed to. He heard footsteps move over the carpet to the side of the bed and a voice whisper

"Dean? Are you awake?"

Dean let out a sigh of relive and let go of the knife. It was just Sam.

"Yeah Sammy, what's up?" Dean asked rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

"I couldn't sleep." Sam whispered as he crawled into bed with Dean. Dean scooted over to make room and as soon as Sam was settled with his back pressed up against Dean's chest Dean started to run his fingers through Sam's hair.

"Did you have a bad dream?" Dean asked.

"No." Came Sam's whispered reply "I just couldn't sleep."

"Ahh, ok." Both brothers where quiet for a while until Dean broke the silence softly singing

"Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take theses broken wings and learn to fly

All your life, you were only waiting

For this moment to arise.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night.

Take theses sunken eyes and learn to see

All your life you were only waiting

For this moment to be free." Soon Sam's breath slowed into the deep even breathing that sleep brought and Dean made to roll over so his back was against Sam's back but Sam wouldn't let go of his arm. Smiling slightly Dean just pulled Sam closer to him and fell asleep.

After school let out for Dean the next day he went straight to the middle school to pick Sam up and got there in time to see his brother punch another boy in the face.

"Hey!" He yelled pushing through the throng of kids crowed around him and the other boy. They were on the ground both punching each other and the boy had the upper hand. Dean reached over and grabbed the boy by his jacket collar and pulled him off Sam.

"What the hell is going on here?" he asked helping Sam up.

"The wacko attacked me!" The kid hollered pointing at Sam through a cut lip. Dean looked at Sam who had a cut above his eye and favoring his right side, then turned back to the kid.

"Hey, don't be calling my brother a wacko." Dean said pointing a finger at him then putting a protective arm around Sam and picking up Sam's' backpack he steered Sam out of the crowd of murmuring students.

"Wanna tell me what's going on squirt?" Dean asked on the subway. Sam shook his head then whispered something that Dean couldn't hear.

"Can you repeat that Sam, I didn't quiet hear it." Dean said putting his head down next to Sam.

"You'll get mad at me." Sam said a little louder.

"I won't get mad at you." Dean said "Why did that kid call you a wacko?"

"I don't know, because he's a bully?" Sam suggested and almost toppled over as a rush of people went by.

"What do you mean by a bully?" Dean asked as he reached his hand out to steady Sam.

"Nothing just that he's mean." Sam shrugged one shoulder wincing a little because of his side.

"Sam are you getting picked on?" Dean questioned.

"No, not really." Sam said avoiding Dean's eye.

"Sam." Dean looked at his younger brother.

"I don't want to talk about it ok?" Sam muttered as the subway stopped and they got out with a crowd of other people.

"Well tough cookies you will tell me what's going on or I'll make a conference with your teachers and find out from them." Dean said following Sam down the block and up to their apartment. Sam stopped to check the mail as Dean made his way up to the apartment. When Sam came in empty handed Dean handed him a washcloth.

"Wash your face and then tell me what's going on." He commanded. Sam obediently washed his face and sat down at the table.

"How's your side doing?" Dean asked.

"Nothing's broken." Sam answered smiling slightly.

"Sam, please tell me why you got into this fight." Dean said gently "How long has this been going on?"

"It's none of your business Dean, I'm handling it." Sam snapped turning to go into his room.

"By fighting?" Dean asked following Sam "How does that solve anything?"

"It gets them off my back for a while." Sam said standing in his doorway facing Dean.

"You've been fighting before then?" Dean questioned his arms crossed over his chest and his green eyes flashing.

"Yeah, it's the only way to keep them from picking on me." Sam answered quietly.

"They are still picking on you." Dean said sighing.

"Yeah, I thought that if I got the Hotwheels set then they'd quit but it didn't work. Dean, they constantly tease me." Sam whispered not looking at Dean but at the wall behind him and he began to blink rapidly.

"Oh, Sammy, come here." Dean said going over to hug his younger brother. Sam didn't move as Dean's arms wrapped around him as he hugged him but that made Sam start to cry. Dean led Sam into his room and to his bed and sat down just holding him rubbing his back until Sam was all cried out.

"Better?" Dean asked and when Sam nodded Dean sighed "Ok from the beginning don't leave anything out." Sam took a deep breath and whispered "You won't like some of it."

"That's alright, you need to get it off your chest, I'll listen and we can figure out what to do from there." Dean said. Sam looked at him and nodded.

"At first it was the normal stuff, getting called geek, nerd, and teacher's pet stuff like that." He said "Nothing I haven't heard a thousand times before from kids at different schools. Then other stuff started to happen." Sam whispered.

"Like what Sam?" Dean asked.

"People would shove my books out of my arms, trip me when I was walking down the halls, they took my homework to try to copy it." Sam said "Then when they found out that we don't have a mom they started saying that she must've run off after I was born just to get away from me." This sent a whole new wave of tears down Sam's face and Dean grabbed him by the shoulders. "Sam you listen to me and listen to me good, mom didn't run off, she died in a fire that no one had control over."

"I know that Dean, but if I told them that mom died then they'd probably say that she committed suicide or something to get away from me." Sam said looking down at his bed sheets.

"Ok, what else did they say?" Dean asked taking a deep breath.

"I can't remember it all right now." Sam sighed.

"Ok, then maybe you can tell me what the kid you were beating up said to make him beat you up?"

"I don't know, it was some remark about you and I tried to ignore it Dean but I guess he was getting tired of me ignoring him so he socked me and I just lost it." Sam sighed "I'm sorry."

"It's ok, I'm going to talk to the teachers about this though ok. You can't go around punching people even if it's for a good reason." Dean said "Also Sam, I really hate to do this but I think you'll understand why but I have to ground you."

"What!" Sam said looking at Dean startled "Why?!"

"Because you were fighting in school." Dean said "I don't want to Sam but-"

"Dean this is no fair!" Sam yelled.

"Yes, I think it is, you were fighting in school and you're being punished for it." Dean explained "and I don't want to hear any more about it."

"I don't have any friends, no after school activities, I don't talk on the phone to people so just how will you ground me?" Sam challenged.

"I will be picking you up from school every day for two weeks. You will do your homework and go into your bedroom until it's time for supper, you will have supper then go back to your bedroom for the remainder of the night." Dean said.

"Will that be for two weeks as well?" Sam asked.

"Yes, on top of the suspension I'm assuming you'll be getting from the school." Dean said "I think you're getting off light." Sam flopped onto his bed groaning.

"When is it starting?" Sam finally asked.

"Tomorrow." Dean said and got up from Sam's bed and went out into the kitchen where he saw that they had a message on the answering machine. Hitting play Dean made his way to the cabinet to find something to eat.

"HI Dean this is Sam from social services. I interviewed your younger brother and you a few weeks ago. I wanted to let you know that you have a court appearance on March 20th at one O' clock PM. If you have any questions please call me at (929)-555-7676 again you can reach me at (929)-555-7676"

Dean looked at the calendrer March 20th was only a week off.