Dean pulled the Impala into the high school parking lot and looked at his watch. He was early. There was still 15 minutes until school started, plenty of time for him to find what he wanted. Dean scanned the school grounds and surrounding area but he didn't see what he was looking for, so he got out of the car and went into the school.

After he had finished gathering his books at his locker, he strolled down the hall and around the corner. Sure enough, there it was. Right there, in front of his locker, stood Robin, surrounded by his usual clique of followers, and looking like he was holding court. When one of the boys caught sight of Dean, he nudged the boy next to him and nodded in Dean's direction. This continued around the entire circle of Robin's cohorts until all of them were staring at Dean.

Dean progressed up the aisle, stopping about 10 feet before he reached the little group and he just stood there watching them. All conversation ceased and a few of the boys slowly filtered away, either going back to their own lockers or heading off to class. Robin looked at Dean briefly and then set about getting his books from his locker.

Dean commenced walking and as he closed in on Robin's locker, the remainder of the boys scattered until he was alone with Robin.

Robin closed his locker door, glanced at Dean and asked, "What do you want, Winchester?"

"What makes you think I want something?" responded Dean casually.

"Why else would you be here?"

"Just a little friendly conversation," remarked Dean.

"Yeah? About what?" questioned Robin.

"Your brother."

"My brother?" asked Robin incredulously. "Didn't know you knew him."

"Oh, I know him all right. And he knows me, too," stated Dean. "Question is, how well do you know me?"

"Well enough to know you're an asshole," quipped Robin.

"Maybe," replied Dean flatly. "But this asshole doesn't like people going after his little brother. So I suggest you tell your brother to lay off Sam."

"What the fuck are you talking about, Winchester?"

"You know damn well what I'm talking about," retorted Dean, "Because you put him up to it. You're too fucking chicken to do anything about me taking Nancy out, so instead you got your little brother to go after mine."

"You're fuckin' crazy," replied Robin, as he moved to go around Dean.

"No," countered Dean as he moved to block Robin's way. "Not entirely. But I could be. Especially if anything happens to my brother. And you better remember that."

Robin huffed, "Am I supposed to be scared?"

"Only if you don't tell your brother to back off."

"You know, Winchester," threatened Robin, "My father would be really interested in this little conversation."

"Well, you go ahead and tell him," responded Dean. "Right after you tell your brother to leave Sam alone."

"What makes you think he'll listen to me?"

"You just make sure that he does," stated Dean with finality, before he turned and headed to his homeroom.

The rest of the morning progressed pretty much normally – for Dean anyway. He sat through a couple of classes where he wasn't exactly sure what was going on, bluffed his way through a test and then headed to the office to serve his second detention. After lunch he went to his locker to get his gym clothes and proceeded to the boys' locker room.

As he entered the locker room, someone grabbed him from behind the door and pinned him against the wall. Dean could feel the stitches in his back strain against the sudden jolt as he hit the wall. But before he had a chance to react, Dean felt another two other sets of hands grab his upper arms to hold him still. Dean looked up and into the eyes of Robin's best friend, Andy Warner.

Andy Warner was a big kid. He stood 6' 2" tall and weighed about 220 lbs. He was a guard on the high school football team and had a reputation as a pretty tough character. And right now, he didn't look amused.

Still, Dean smirked as he looked at him. "I was wondering when you'd get involved. Seems Robin really can't fight his own battles and needs his brother or his bodyguard to do it for him."

Andy adjusted one of his arms so that it fell across Dean's neck, just under his jaw. "Listen, Asshole, I'm just delivering a warning. Stay away from Robin and his brother or else."

"Or else what?" queried Dean, sounding slightly amused. "He'll sick Nancy on me next?"

"You're such a smartass," replied Andy. "Especially for someone in your position."

"What position's that?" inquired Dean as he lifted his leg and planted his knee into Andy's crotch. As the bigger teen doubled over, Dean kicked him, knocking him into one of the boys who was pinning his arms to the wall. The boy stumbled sideways and relinquished his hold on Dean's arm as he fought to retain his balance. With one arm unrestrained, Dean propelled himself off the wall, spun toward the remaining boy holding him, and punched him in his ribcage.

Now free, Dean turned back to face the teenagers and noticed that all three boys were advancing toward him, trying to corner him. Dean hastily evaluated the situation and determined Andy to be the biggest threat. So Dean charged him, tackling him around the stomach and he fell to the floor with Dean landing on top. Dean sat up quickly, his legs straddling Andy's body and he started pummeling Andy's face. Andy tried to block the punches with his arms while he freed himself, but Dean was unrelenting, throwing blow after blow at his opponent.

Suddenly Dean felt something strike him across the back and he fell forward. He rolled off Andy and spun around in time to see the two other boys coming at him. As Dean readied himself for another battle, the door to the gymnasium opened and Mr. Thompson, the gym teacher, stood in the open doorway, looking into the locker room.

As he took in the scene in front of him, he asked, "Is there a problem, boys?"

Everything ceased at the sight of the gym teacher and both Dean and Andy got to their feet. The other two boys backed off and headed into the gym with the rest of the class, all of whom had been standing around watching the altercation.

As Dean brushed himself off, he said, "No problem. Just getting ready for class."

Mr. Thompson glanced at both Dean and Andy before he said, "Well then, I suggest you hurry because you're late." Then he turned and walked back into the gym.

Andy glared at Dean as he spoke, "This isn't over, Winchester," before he spun around and followed Mr. Thompson into the gym.

Dean checked the injuries on his back and discovered that one of the wounds was bleeding through the stitches. He carefully applied a gauze bandage to the wound before he finished changing and headed into gym class.

Dean entered the gymnasium in time to hear the teacher announce that they were going to have a friendly game of basketball during today's class. Mr. Thompson placed Dean and Andy on the same team, to keep them from continuing whatever he had interrupted in the locker room. They were seldom on the court at the same time so their contact remained minimal. But Robin was on the other team and Dean found every opportunity he could to get close to Robin and goad him. Toward the end of the class, Dean 'accidentally' tripped Robin and was given a personal foul. He offered to help Robin to his feet before he left the court but was met with a steely-eyed stare. So Dean shrugged and headed over to the bench.

As he sat down, Andy leaned over and said, "That wasn't very smart, Winchester."

Dean looked at him and said, "Why? We're losing anyway."

"Oh, you're gonna lose all right," came the reply. "In more ways than one."

"Is that a threat?" challenged Dean.

But before Andy had a chance to respond, Mr. Thompson blew the whistle to signify the end of game and motioned for all the boys to come forward. After he finished speaking to the class, Mr. Thompson told Dean and Andy he wanted them to remain in the gym. Then he dismissed the remainder of the class.

When everyone else had vacated the gymnasium, the teacher addressed the two boys, "Whatever is up with you two better end now. Otherwise I'll have to report this incident to the office. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir," responded both boys without glancing at each other.

"Good," replied Mr. Thompson and he dismissed them to go change.

Dean preceded Andy into the locker room and immediately headed over to Robin. He spun Robin around to face him and seized his shirt with one hand while bracing himself against the wall with the other. He glared at Robin and stated angrily, "No more games. You got a fucking problem with me, I suggest you deal with me yourself. Otherwise, one of your goons is gonna end up getting really fucking hurt."

Dean released Robin and turned to go just as Andy caught up with him. But Dean threw a well-aimed punch to Andy's stomach before he had a chance to intervene, effectively immobilizing him. As Dean went around him and marched over to his gym locker, he stated vehemently, "And I'm just starting to get pissed off."