The tragic has happened! You guys have finaly caught up with me. So updates will be on a break whilst i type more, and i kinda have writers block, because i really don't want it to get repetetive, but not sure what to do until i get to my next jaw dropping event lol

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Once Sam had checked the area was Dean free, he crept out of the school gates with Billy where they saw Tray still standing on the sidewalk outside. He had his hands in his pocket and was bumping his head to the rhythm of some song on his mp3.

"Tray!" Billy called, punching him in the arm.

"Oh hey Billy, Sam" Tray nodded, pulling out his ear pieces.

"Dude, what was in that weed last night?" Sam questioned before he could stop himself, running his hand repeatedly through his hair.

"Huh? Wasn't it just the normal batch?"

"No way man, we we're flying!" Billy said with a voice filled with enthusiasm.

"Oh crap, I must have given you the wrong batch"

"What?!" Both boys said

"Well, why? I mean, how was it different?" Sam questioned, sudden panic rising in him.

"Er...it was laced with coke..." Tray looked guilty and stared at his shoes.

"What? As in cocaine!" Now Sam was panicked. But, God he wanted more and he couldn't fight it.

"Sorry, Guys. You'll be okay right?"

"No!" Sam said before he could stop himself. "I mean...it's just..."

"You want some more?" A smile appeared on Trays face, but there was a something hidden beneath his false pretense. But Sam was too agitated to notice.

"Hell yes!"

"Okay, 10 bucks, one bag each."

"Deal!" Both boys said, pulling out 10 dollars from their pockets. Billy pulled out a note whilst Sam search for dimes and single dollars but managed to gather up enough. Then they grabbed the bags and ran off.

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Layla tapped her pencil on her desk in a constant rhythm whilst tapping her foot repeatedly as she stared at the clock. It was now 9.00 am, half way through the lesson and Sam still hadn't turned up. What was taking him so long? He was only asking Tray what was in that stuff, right? What if...no he must be...he promised me. But, what could possibly be taking him so long? What if he had bought some stuff...no he wouldn't. Sam wouldn't do that. Sam wouldn't do that.

The whole class looked up as Sam's lanky figure burst through the door. His eyes we're glassy and nose red. Layla knew the signs but ignored it, he must just be feeling sick still.

"Mr. Winchester, why are you so late?" The teachers angry voice rang out over to him as Sam dragged himself to his desk and then slumped into his chair, hanging his head low. "-"

"Personal problems" Sam muttered, looking up through his hair, a light smile on his face. "Sorry.."

"And If I were to call you father to confirm this, what would he have to say?"

"...I dunno...he's too busy hunting evil" Sam mumbled, laughing.

"What?" The teacher looked thoroughly confused, as did the rest of the class. "Sam, maybe you should go wait out side until you're ready to enter a mature, learning environment."

"I'm okay here thanks"

"Mr. Winchester!"

"Sorry Miss..won't happen again" Sam murmured again, looking back at his desk and tracing the carved in doodles from previous students with his fingers. Layla, who was in the next row over, looked at Sam to try and get his attention, even coughed once or twice but he seemed oblivious to everything. She waited until their teacher had gone back to writing on the board and screwed up a paper ball and threw it at Sam's head. The piece of paper seemed to startle him and he looked over to where Layla was.

"What the hell.." She mouthed. Sam just shrugged and then smiled again and tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling. His legs were moving up and down vigorously as he tapped a rhythm on to his leg with one hand and ran his hair continuously through his hair with the other hand, he seemed unable to stay still. Layla was obviously not going to get anymore information from Sam until after class so she began writing down the important notes for their upcoming essay. The bell finally rang, signaling them that class was over and they had to get to the their next lesson. Layla walked over to Sam but he just got up and brushed past her. She opened her mouth to say something at his surprising action but he was already out of the door. She sighed and looked down to his desk, no notes had been written down, in fact his piece of paper was blank. This wasn't like Sam.

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Lunch finally made it's way into the daily school routine. The group of four sauntered over to their usually spot to see Dean leaning on the bonnet of the impala on the other side of the gates.

"Dude, whats your brother doing here?" Seth asked, the arm that was about to grab his cigarettes dropped. "He's not making sure that we don't smoke, is he?"

"'fraid so" Sam had gone back to the way he was this morning. He no longer had a goofy smile on his face, but only looked like he'd rose from the dead. Except, this time he seemed to have got worse than the others, not better. But they were too busy complaining about Deans presence to notice.

"Hey guys" Dean said, as he saw them come in to view. He got off the bonnet and walked over to the gates. "You see, I'd much rather be doing something else than keeping an eye on some stupid sixteen year olds who think they're cool because they smoke, but something tells me your too stupid to stop because, although you think it's all good, in fact it's.......well...stupid"

"Dean-" Sam sighed, none of them wanted a lecture. The others were moaning in protest too.

"Don't bother Sam, I'm not going anywhere. I'm afraid you're little rebel phase is over, so go back to what ever normal kids do. And if you don't, I'll just have to make you." Dean warned,smirking slightly.

"Dean, you can't just threaten my friends! And we're not smoking anyways, happy now?" Sam huffed, as all the friends looked disappointed, Billy had his fist clenched tightly.

"He's your brother!" Billy exclaimed, poking Sam in the hard chest, making Dean stiffen "Why do we have to stop just because you got found out?!"

"Because I say so, you hang out with my brother and you've already obviously done enough damage, are we clear? Or do I need to come over there and teach you a lesson?" Dean warned. "Like I said, I'm not going anywhere."

"Fine! Then we will!" Billy shouted, about to turn when Layla stopped him.

"No, wait Billy. I think he's right, this has gone on far too long."

"Get off me!" Billy shouted and pushed her out of the way.

"Dude! Whats your problem?!" Seth supported Layla as Sam stood and watched. "What the hell has gotten in to you?!"

"Yeah..come on man" Sam tried.

"Well, I'm going!You lot can stay here and listen to this idiot-"

"Hey!" Dean piped up

"But, I won't" Billy brushed past them all, as he wiped his nose and itched his arms. "Sam?!" he shouted back, sending a message to Sam through a single look.

"Oh no, don't you even think about it Sammy" Dean warned.

"Are you happy now!" Sam suddenly burst into anger and ran over to the gates, grabbing Deans jacket from the other side and pulling it through the bars "My friends are leaving me! This is what you want isn't it! So that I can be focused on hunting, huh?! Is this your and Dads plan? Make all my friends hate me?!" He shouted in Deans face. His brother was no longer smirking. No, he was scared. Worried. Fear and anxiety clouded his eyes.

"Sam-" Dean said quietly, making Sam loosen his grip "It's for the best, and it's not for hunting, it's for you." Sam stared at Dean for a while, his anger channeled, until he noticed that his friends we're staring too. "Sam...your friends are looking..you might need to explain about the whole hunting thing that you just let slip" Sam turned around to face his friends when he realized what he'd just said, then turned back to Dean. It's Deans fault I said that, it was his fault this is all happening! "I'm Sorry Sam" Dean whispered, as though he knew what Sam must've be thinking "But, I'm only doing this because I care"

"Whatever Dean." He turned around and stormed past his friends who were all left standing dumb struck by what they had witnessed. The once so close brothers seemed to be worlds apart now. Layla felt an ache in her chest and warm tears well up in her eyes as she could only think of one thing. This is all my fault.

Sam stomped across the field and into the school building, his breathing was heavy as he slammed open the doors and ignored the 'Jerk' and 'idiot' that were shouted out by the other school pupils as Sam accidentally bumped into them. He got to the boys bathroom and opened the door where he checked it was empty. He practically ran to one of the cubicles, his hands were shaking as he locked the door and almost drop the bag he pulled out of his pocket, which was full of white powder. Sam pulled out a dollar from his jean pocket and snorted the sweet cocaine. Falling yet again, into his euphoric bliss.