Summary :

Jack Kline is son of Kelly and Lucien Kline. Sam and Dean Winchester know the kid as the boy next door, living right beside their house. The Kid seemed like a normal boy, but the truth is, he's hiding and coping something. Something that might only The Winchester Brother who can save him.

AU-Family-Angst-Hurt/Comfort

Hi, I'm back with the new story. I know it's been a while since my last post. But I'm hoping you love this this hasn't bet yet, so forgive for any bad spelling or grammar J

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Chapter 1-The Kid

"You finished?" Sam asked with a warm smiled, as he looked to the kid who was still concentrating on the homework.

"Almost!" Jack answered, didn't leave his eyes from his book. This algebra almost killed him, but thankfully Mr. Winchester, always helping his hell homework. Mr. Sam Winchester was the smart man he ever knew.

Sam looked at his watch, still 4 pm, they still had time. He better made a cup of chocolate for the kid. He looked at the boy with concerned.

Jack Kline was the boy next door. Sam knew him since the kid toddler, well, since he and his brother moved here, just next to the Kline's house. His father, Lucien, was a construction worker with a harsh and angry issue, while his mother, Kelly..., she had some mental issue. People said it was from baby blues after Jack's born. Sometimes she was good; sometimes she was didn't even care about Jack. Jack tried to understand his mother's condition and tried to be a good son.

Jack was 11 now and in his 5th grade. He sometimes was having difficulties with his grades, so he would come to Sam's house, three times a week, for some additional Math and Science course or just doing his homework. He just wanted to please his father, and proud of him. So Sam with pleasure helped the kid. Maybe Math is not his formal major as he was going to law school, but he knew little this and little thing about that on Algebra and Science. That made him close to Jack, and care for him, especially after what happened last month.

"Finished!" Jack exclaimed happily and gladness.

Sam gasped, back to earth. "Good. Okay, let me check on it," Sam walked from the kitchen counter to the table, with the chocolate. "Here...," he gave it to Jack, while he sat and checked the boy's works.

"Thank you, Sir," Jack smiled happily and scooped the cup and drank it.

Sam checked all the tasks. Well, he's impressed, it's gotten right. "Atta boy, you're doing all correct."

"Yeah?" Jack smiled eagerly.

Sam nodded, " don't you worry, you will survive this semester, Jack," he encouraged him.

Jack smiled bitterly. 'Whatever to make him happy and not mad again.'

Sam hardly heard it, but he knew Jack mumbling something. "Something you say, Jack?"

Jack gasped, "What? No, nothing, Sir," he forced to smile.

Sam did not quite believe it. This kid had so many to hide. But he knew, Jack wouldn't tell.

"So, how's your mom? Is she okay?" He didn't see Jack's mom came out from the house these couple days.

Jack nodded. "Yeah, Mom's okay."

"Your Dad?"

Jack shrugged, "He's fine..."

Sam bit his lips. "Did he...?"

Jack shook his head.

Sam sighed relieved, "Well, its good sign, right?"

Jack bit his lips. "I guess," he was not sure himself.

Sam read the face. "Hey, remember, you can always tell the police or tell us if your Dad hit you again, or anything happened to your mom," he assured him.

Jack just nodded. "Everything's fine..., Dad seems nice."

Sam bit his lips and nodded with a smile. "That's good," he sighed relieved.

"Hey, kid..." A deep husky voice interrupted them.

Jack looked up, "Oh, hey Mr. D ...?" he greeted the older Winchester. He called 'Mr. D', for Dean, to distinguish from Mr. Sam Winchester. Mr. D was a mechanic, he has his own garage in downtown.

Sam turned his head, saw his brother came. "Hey, you home early...?"

"Yeah...," Dean walked to the refrigerator and looked for a beer. He drank it within looking at Jack. "What're you doing there, Kid? Another monster math?"

Jack grinned, "Not that monster, Sir," he smiled back to the Young Winchester.

Sam smiled back, and ruffled the kid's hair, "He's doing great."

Dean smiled, "Good for you."

Jack smiled. He looked up to the clock on the kitchen wall. "Well, I got to go, he'll be home soon."

Dean scanned the boy. "Hey, everything okay? You good?" he asked with a big concerned.

Jack sighed with a smile, "Yeah, everything's fine," he assured him. Well, everybody kept asking him that.

Dean nodded. "Just let us know if anything happened. Bang our door," he insisted.

Jack gulped. "Yes, Sir, thank you." Maybe he owed Mr. D for his life, and Mr. Winchester. They're his savior and probably his safe place, but he knew they couldn't do much to help him. They've tried.

"See you soon, Sir, thank you for the course," Jack smiled and walked to the back door.

Sam just nodded.

"Bye, Mr. D."

Dean nodded, "Bye, take care your butt, kid!"

"I WILL! Thanks, Mr. D!" Jack replayed as he ran back home.

Dean smiled relief with the boy's spirit and was still eyeing him, till he disappeared behind the fence, and sighed, "Can't believe, they let him back to that monster..." he gritted.

Sam sighed, "Well, we could do nothing, Dean. They believed Lucien's story, he regretted it and promised won't happen again. They let him walked away."

"Son of a bitch," Dean sighed. He wouldn't forget, just like yesterday, when they noticed 'the bad accident'.

It was a late afternoon when Jack came for his course with Sam. Dean had even already home and washed 'The Baby'- his precious 1969 Impala car. He noticed the boy walked slowly with head down. He looked at his watch, almost 5.

"Yow, Jack..., what's up late? Sam had thought you wouldn't come."

Jack jumped with the voice, even there's no angry tone, just loud. Fear built up, "I'm so..rr..ry, Mr. D, s..o so..r..ry, i..t wo..uldn't hap..pen..ed ag..ain," the voice sounded tremble and hardly breathing.

Dean looked at the boy and saw the fear and hard breath. "Hey, it's okay, Jack, fine by me. Just go inside, Sam's still waiting for you."

"Y..ye..s, Mr. D...," he gulped and sighed hard before walked to the kitchen through the back door.

Dean was still eyeing the boy from behind. The body movement seemed not right, the kid looked trembling. Well, something's wrong here.

It was before he called Jack when he saw the boy went a glimpse and fell to the ground.

"JACK!" Dean ran to the boy and held him. "Hey, Jack, buddy?" but the boy unresponsive, he fell unconscious. Dean scooped the boy and carried the boy inside. "SAM!?"

Sam was doing his paper when Dean stormed in from the back door with Jack in the arms. "Jack?"

"He fainted while walked to the door," Dean exclaimed as he laid the boy on the couch.

"What?"

Somehow, Dean noticed the fresh bloodstain in the boy's white shirt. Jack hadn't been able to hurt himself. So where was it from?

Not long, Jack came around to see the worried faces of Mr. D, and Mr. Winchester bending over him.

"OK, kid, stay still, you fainted, and you're bleeding. Just tell us what happened?" Dean asked carefully.

Jack shook his head.

Dean sighed, "Jack, I need to lift up your shirt, ok? I have to see it," with a stern voice.

"No, please, Mr. D, no!" But it was too late.

Dean turned white and felt sick. As well as Sam. Jack's back was covered in bruises and marks where he had obviously been beaten with a belt. One or two of the wounds were open and bleeding, where the buckle had broken the skin.

Sam sighed hard and looked at Jack. The boy was shaking and crying, eyes closed.

"OK, Jack, who did this to you?"

Jack shook his head, "No-one. I don't remember. It doesn't matter...please..."

"Jack!" Sam tried again more gently. "Was it your Dad?" Sam remembered, just a few weeks ago, Jack had a dislocated shoulder. The kid said that he fell from the stairs, but somehow Sam knew, it was his Dad. Lucien had been so tough with the kid, especially when his wife had the baby blues episode. Guessed he blamed Jack for Kelly's condition.

The look of fear said it all.

"Does your mother know?" Sam asked again. "Come on Jack, we want to help!"

Jack was too sore and exhausted to fight anymore. "No, she's in hospital. She lost the baby. He said. He said it was my fault!" he began to cry.

Dean exchanged a look with Sam. They knew Mrs. Kline was having number two, Jack had told them with pride and happiness; he's finally going to have a sibling. But now he lost it and his father blamed him.

"Call the cop and child service, Sam," Dean ordered.

Sam nodded and reached his phone.

"Is he home now, Jack?" Dean asked, holding his anger. Only a coward and bastard who beat woman and child especially his own son. He experienced them when he was young, so he hated now.

Jack shook his head, "No. He went for a drink"

Dean snorted, "Yeah, that's for sure, get drunk after beating your child."

"Dean...," Sam warned him gently, not in front of the kid. "Its okay, Jack, he won't hurt you again."

Jack sighed, if only he believed it.

Sam and Dean stayed with him in the hospital. The boy didn't have anyone, and they care for the kid. They're even ready if Jack could live with them for a while until Mommy got better.

Jack was right, even the cop has proved on his father abusing him, and the social worker promised him that he would've safe place, his father could walk away. Even he admitted the belt, but he was doing it coz he was drunk. He was upset over his wive miscarriage and say it wouldn't happen again.

His father agreed to work with Social Services and have therapy. He pleads guilty and regretted it. With his mother's state of losing her child, they didn't want to take Jack into care, they didn't want to give his mother another stress. So Jack had to come home back to his parents.

After that incident, Sam and Dean got more care about the kid, and make sure he was alright. They both mad enough to know his father was doing this, and now they have to face that Lucien got loose, and Jack had to come to them. But just like Sam said, they couldn't do anything their hands were tied. They were not his family, not his legal guardian, and Lucien pretty much good at playing his regretted father. They're just wished Jack was always safe, and their door would always open for the kid.

Dean took a deep breath, "Just watch over him, Sam. I still don't believe the man," as he walked out the kitchen

"Yeah," Sam sighed, looked over to the next house through the window, the house that Jack's living like hell.

TBC

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