(Thank you to my guest for the review. Always love hearing from you guys.

To Miss Ruby! Hope this is what you were imagining. Dean didn't overreact, but he is a hero...again. As much as I try and make Sam a physical and mental match to her father and brother, I can't help but put her in bad and awkward situations to be saved.

*Fair warning there is some adult themes in this one. Not too crazy.)

Keep Secrets

Sam started out as adorable. She had been so small and round in her early days. Elementary schools loved the little girl that would come in and eat up all their lessons. Unfortunately for Dean and his father, she caught the eye of a few men. At the age four John had stopped an attempted kidnap in some middle of nowhere Walmart.

Then middle school had hit, and it hit hard. She went from chunky and small to taller and lanky. Dean swore that all that fat went to extend out her arms and legs and turn her into some uncoordinated baby giraffe. Dean still kept a firm eye on her to make sure she didn't leave at any point.

Oh, but high school.

High school changed the game. Freshman year she not only grew taller, but grew into that height. She stopped being so awkward, and became pretty. She had always been pretty to Dean, but now everyone else thought so too. That did not sit well with big brother. Michael Thorn, a nerd from her freshman year peaked her interest. Turns out he thought she was pretty amazing. Kid only walked away with a black eye, and in the end Dean (kinda) regretted it. Mike had been a decent guy.

Oh, but bachelor #2 however was a big no. No; with all caps and six explanation points- underlined and bold. He'd seen the kid in front of the school when he dropped off his sister for day one of school. He'd noticed the way the boy watched as his sister, wearing nothing special- just a baggy sweater and jeans, walked into the school. The boy wasn't so much interested in getting to know her as he was there for the challenge. As if she'd ever fall for him.

Day one, he'd asked her how school was. Sam gave her big brother a shrug. Okay. How could the first day ever be anything but halfway decent. He wiped away a layer of dust from the kitchen counter and wondered shortly how long it had been since someone bothered to clean the place. She'd already set up at the table starting on her homework. Nerd.

She stopped when Dean asked if anyone bothered her. She spun around in the chair with a raised eyebrow and a no nonsense glare. Really? Dean shrugged back at her. "Just curious if someone needed a beat down." Like some random bad ass who was going to try and deflower his little sister.

Day two he'd applied for a position in a mechanic shop- paid under the table. Guy seemed decent and didn't seem too bothered when Dean told him he'd need to leave at 3:30 to pick up his kid sister from school. So long as Dean showed up he'd get paid what they promised. Dean drove back home after guaranteeing he'd be there the following morning, and stopped at a grocery store to pick up a few necessary things before going to the apartment.

His father had rested up and was on his way out in a Fed suit, when Dean showed up plastic bags in hand. On the outskirts of town there were disappearing women from campgrounds. Caleb was expected in a day to sidekick, and Dean was sidelined; on Sammy-sitting duty. John promised to be home at some point in the night and Dean didn't release the snort that threated. Even if the man finished his researching early he'd be sure to stop and check out the local watering hole.

After some domestic chores, Dean's phone flashed at 3:45. He was at the school at 4 looking for the runt's form. He scowled though when the one of the first through the door was Douche bag (DB) and his greasy looking friend. While kids filed out in a mass exodus he lit up a cigarette and leaned up against the wall. He waited patiently glancing at the students going through the double doors. From his body language and his expression Dean knew exactly what he was discussing with his friend, and it wasn't school related.

DB stopped talking when his kid sister trickled out almost last. She slipped by him clueless to his interest. She was much more focused on finding her big brother's all too noticeable car. DB pushed up off the wall and passed his lit cigarette to his friend, who took up the job, and he weaved through kids- to bump into his sister and have the books knocked from her hands. Asshole put on a concerned face, kept her from falling, and helped pick up her books. Sam was wary. She didn't melt when he brushed a hand back through his hair and gave a mega-watt smile. Something that pissed the kid off when she thanked him quickly and made an escape.

That's right Douche Bag. She's not as easy as you want to think. Dean smirked.

She pushed through the crowd of kids and made her way quickly to her big brother's car. When he asked her how school was that time she gave another lame shrug.

Day three, she walked to school and Dean showed up to work at the shop. Boss put Dean on oil change duty. It was too loud to talk over the sounds, but when he finally slipped into a corner with a sandwich he got a chance to talk with a coworker. Stan Pines. Good guy, lived in the small town since he'd been crawling. Dean chatted him up about the history, and the DB came to mind about 30 minutes into the conversation.

Dean didn't have to describe the kid too much. Stan Pines knew exactly who he was talking about. Damien Baxter. Lived with his mother until he was expelled for beating another student nearly into a coma, and spent a year in juvie. Mom had had enough and sent him to live with his father. He had been reluctantly allowed into the local high school; only to skip school. Landed his old man in court, and with a shit ton of fines, but neither of them seemed to care about the kid's education. When he was in school, he caused trouble. Had been caught smoking on school grounds too many times for the principal to care anymore. Every father had warned his daughter long before to avoid him. Only to be caught with the prom queen (freshman year) in the janitor's closet, and making out with the pastor's daughter behind the bleachers.

Dean's blood boiled. He had experienced enough of these guys. One or two even short term friends when he had flown through town- even regrettably been one himself once or twice. Cute transfer student, naïve to most intentions; that kid wasn't going to leave his sister alone.

When picked up Sam seemed a little more uplifted about her school. "It went pretty well."

Dean worried it was thanks to the douche bag.

Day four, Dean was still working on oil changes. Sam walked out of the school with DB trailing behind he kept a slick, greasy smile and Dean didn't need to be there to know he was talking very pretty words. Sam wasn't responding to it. She'd every now and again turn around to give a curt response. This time she gave an annoyed huff when Dean asked her how her day went.

Day seven was pretty much the same. DB trying real hard to get into his sister's pants and Sam dismissing him.

Day eight, Dean worried. She was walking with him through the doors. Her body language was still leaning away and disinterested, but she was now giving him enough attention for him to influence her. What did he say to get her to warn her of his intentions, but not cause her to think he was being overly protective? The second she thought he was controlling her love life she'd rebel and go out with him to prove a point.

Day nine she flipped her hair.

Day ten she was leaning towards him. When she turned away from him after toeing the ground awkwardly during their short conversation Damien's smile chilled Dean's blood. He had to talk to her now.

He'd started when the bowl of food was put in front of her.

"How's school."

"Good." Sam smiled as she twirled spaghetti onto her fork. "No bullies. No mean girls. Teachers are nice."

Dean kept his tone light. "Any potential boys."

Sam chuckled thickly with a full mouth, and slurped up the tail end of her noodle. "You promised you wouldn't go tough on any boy's I was interested in- after you gave Mike a black eye-"

"I know." Dean shrugged. "I can still make sure that you're being treated right."

More noodles swirled onto her fork. "You know exactly who he is. I saw you watching before I got into the car."

He was already losing her. Sam usually listened to her brother, but even he knew that whenever it came to guys, nobody was good enough. She wouldn't interpret her brother's words as actual concern. "Look, kid has a record and a reputation. I'm just saying keep your wits about you."

Sam rolled her eyes. "I keep my wits about me more frequently than you do Dean. Besides, you know I'm not going to have sex with anyone just because they have a nice smile and good game."

Day eleven Dean noticed she kept acting nervous around him. Was no one in school urging her to not get interested.

The weekend their father was done slipping in and out researching. Caleb and their father actually headed out towards the woods to hunt the bastard taking the women in the woods. Sam didn't need to balance research and homework anymore.

Day fourteen she didn't exit out through the doors. Dean waited- and waited. At thirty minutes, proceeding three calls, he swerved into a free parking spot and left his car. Dean kept a mental map as he walked and X'd out spots he'd checked. Main building. Nope. Cafeteria. Nope. The football field. Nope.

Dean jogged out to the baseball field. His mind wrapped around just how long it was taking to get there and how far and separated from the main campus it was. His heart dropped. Even more so when he heard his sister. She gave a screech followed by a loud hollow bang. His jog turned into a dead run.

The baseball field was empty; save Douche Damien over his little sister on the stands. She was sitting up a hand pressed to her head, blood already streaming from a cut above her eyebrow. Her sweater was bunched halfway up.

"You stupid, bitch." He was pretty banged up himself though. Kid held his wrist in a funny way, holding most of his weight on his left leg, and had a bleeding cut across his cheek. While Sam was collecting herself, he was above her seething. "Now look what happened. You had to make this difficult."

She was too slow to swat the arm away, as DB gripped her wrist and had her whipped up and around. She was violently pushed back against the aluminum seating. Dean moved his hand to his gun as the DB straddled his sister.

He didn't spare any time in raising his gun. "Hey! Get off of her. NOW!"

Douche bag looked up irritated and a second of fear slipped over his expression. He scrambled off of her with a loud metallic echo. Still a fair distance away Dean kept the gun pointed at the kid. Dean paced forward his gaze dark and his hand tense on the weapon.

"I swear to whatever divine being you fear, I will pull this trigger if you do not get away from my sister." Dean kept his pace steady as the boy stepped away from his sister.

"Look man-" Douche bag tried to start.

"Don't you dare finish that sentence." Dean growled. "Just step away from her."

Damien's lips curled up into a smirk and raised up his hands. "Look. It was just a misunderstanding." He stepped back once then took a step down, only looking away from the pissed off big brother periodically to see where he was going. "I thought she was interested."

His vision was red, he fought all impulses to pull the trigger and rid the world from this shitty kid. Yeah, maybe he had a tough childhood; but that was no grounds for what he was trying to do to Sam. To any person living and breathing. "What? The fighting and screaming gave you that idea?" He took a steady breath and flexed his finger away from the trigger. "I don't want to shoot you. Not in front of Sam. But, so help me you are not scampering away and out of my sight in under five minutes, I will give you a permanent hole through your tiny brain."

The kid's smirk died down. He had long overstayed his welcome and there was a way out. The clump of trees away from the school were closer, and safer, so he sped off towards their safety. Dean kept the gun up and aimed his way until he was sure the kid was a safe distance. His legs trembled to rush to his sister, who was almost drunkenly shoving down her stained shirt and hoodie, but he had to know the kid was gone. That the threat was done.

Content at the distance the kid had put between them, Dean took the aluminum steps two at a time. In three steps, he was at her side crouched and taking triage. "Jesus, Sam. You didn't show up at the front of the school and I- What if he had-" He stopped. "Where does it hurt?"

"he'd," She slurred. Concussion. They'd dealt with those in the past. She hissed as he picked up her head and gently inspected the blood and bruising.

"Soft rock or metal?" Dean asked pushing her up further into a sitting position.

"M'tal." The pounding in her head was dramatic and pulsing. She winced bringing a hand up to her bleeding cut, only to have it smacked away and Dean growl. "Rlly loud m'tal."

Dean slipped his gun into his waist band and slipped an arm behind her back and under her legs. With a grunt, he had her up and they were leaving the stands. "We are going to be on concussion watch tonight- unless you think you need-"

"No hos'ital." Sam groaned. She pressed her face into the crook of Dean's arm. "Ma pack-."

"-can go screw itself." Dean kept his pace steady and tried to keep her from bouncing too much. He'd honor her wishes now, but at the first sign of trouble she'd find her ass parked on a hospital bed's sterile white sheets.

"Jus' don't say it." She didn't need to know her brother was confused. "Don' say 'I tol' you so.'"

Dean kept his jaw clenched as he closed the distance between them and their mobile home.

xxxOOOxxx

That night he watched out for her, made sure she woke up every hour or so and answered a few easy bits of trivia. When she woke up the next morning she tried going to school. Dean told her under no circumstances was she going to school. Dean wrote out a sick note and dropped it off at the school. He left only after he'd stopped by the baseball field and found Sam's backpack. One of the straps had broken, and Dean knew the thing was ratty but it wouldn't tear under any normal situation. His hand clenched the handle hard on the walk back to his car.

During his drive home, he nearly doubled over. Damien and his ratty friend were hanging out behind some gas station smoking. Asshole was laughing and having a great time with his friend. Just a day ago, he'd been trying to force his way into Sam's pants.

Dean parked. Sam could wait for a few minutes.

xxxOOOxxx

Sam poked open an eye and stifled a groan, as Dean entered their room. Last thing she needed was Dean knowing she was uncomfortable. Which he clearly already knew since the first thing he did was offer her a pain pill and shitty tap water from the bathroom. Knowing better she took the tablet and swallowed it down without protest.

Cup down however she narrowed her eyes. He'd changed his shirt the last she'd seen him, and he looked disheveled- a little out of breath. "Dean-"

"Sam." Dean calmly answered back. He was closing the lid on the bottle and tucked the Tylenol on a dresser that had seen better days.

"Why are your knuckles red, and where did you get that bruise on your cheek?"

"Fell…" Dean stated causally. "Now peanut butter and jelly or grilled cheese?"

"You- fell?" Sam raised an eyebrow and regretted it. Funny how one simple motion could add a drum solo to the pounding in her head.

Dean huffed, annoyed by this conversation. "Yeah. Now what do you want to eat."

"You aren't the type to simply fall." Sam studied her brother. She knew that the extra time he'd been gone he'd done something she wished he hadn't. If it was what she thought, then she couldn't blame him too much. If someone hurt Dean she would respond the same way. "And you were gone for a while."

"Got groceries." Dean shrugged.

Sam studied him a little longer and sighed. She wouldn't press it anymore, but she did need to know if her brother was going to get in trouble or not. "Are you going to get caught? I don't feel like leaving suddenly in the night to avoid the cops."

Her big brother stalled as he figured what to say. He finally shrugged. He was caught. There was no point in lying to his little sister. Especially since the ass hat deserved it. "Pretty safe to say Douche Bag and his friend aren't going to say a word. Besides I just left him a little black and blue. I could have killed his snarky ass, but I figured I'd let him think on his actions."

"PB n' J." Sam breathed a sigh of relief at his words. Dean wasn't a reckless person- unless someone messed with her. It warmed her heart to know her brother would go to hell and back for her; but it scared her too. Last thing she wanted to be responsible for was her brother landing in jail; or worse. "And Dean-"

"Yeah-"

"Can this- this whole situation be our secret." She bit at her lip and ducked her head down when her brother gave her a sharp look.

"It's not your fault." Dean stated firmly. And it wasn't. She was starting to like him- she had told him last night. He asked to meet her by the stands at the field after school- to talk. She didn't expect him to try and friggen' rape her.

Sam's bangs covered her face. "I know- but- Dad already thinks I'm a baby. If he knew that- what happened he'll never trust to take care of myself. I mean you're not going to leave me alone for a while after this."

He didn't need to explain himself in this situation. He didn't need to hear her talk about herself like she was some invalid. "Because I want to keep you safe, and so would dad. He does love you, you know. Despite all your petty arguments, he would move the earth for you."

"I know." Sam finally looked up. "Just don't tell him. Keep this our secret."

"Fine I'll keep it to myself." Dean rubbed at her hair unable to avoid her puppy dog eyes. He'd kept secrets before.

The hunt before Sam had left behind a blade in the motel room. Dean had reminded her to pack it. When their father noticed he had jumped in and claimed he'd had it on the hunt. When he'd been thrown it must have gotten lost in the woods. He'd gotten a dirty look and cleaning duty but Sam had gratefully mouthed thank you, and somehow that was all worth it.

For now he'd keep this one too. It was big and he'd certainly regret it when his father did find out, but he'd it away with all the others.

(A/N- Thank you for reaching the end. I appreciate the fact you got here. Possibly if you liked it then leave a review. Wait- you didn't like it-... ok well what was wrong? Grammar? Phrasing? Spelling? Continuity? Or did you just dislike it all together and you have a completely better idea for a story?Then tell me what the idea is...I'm up for different ideas. People have already given me a few ideas for stories, and I've kinda liked the challenge.)