Ok guys, don't worry "Flames Won't Burn" isn't abandoned, just got writers block for it so I started this one. I have five chapters done for this. (So far).

Summary: Food, Money, Life. Dean takes care of this family…but for once, maybe they might need to take care of him. (Pre-Pilot)

With My Fists

Chapter One

Dean wandered from the cupboard to the fridge and back again, one arm held protectively over his stomach.

Four days they had sat in this cabin without leaving, not only was he crawling up the walls; Sam had eaten most of the food.

He stared at the almost empty pantry as though it would refill if he wished hard enough.

Half a box a cereal stared back at him, stubbornly refusing to be replenished.

He sighed, turning away from the wooden door as his free hand hit it closed and back to the fridge.

He opened it to see half a carton of off milk and an almost empty container of butter.

The freezer held even less, a single piece of bread still wrapped in the bag it had come in was stuffed at the back…frost clutching at the sides of the plastic.

He slammed the door closed and turned to his eleven year-old brother. Sammy stared at him with demanding eyes, apparently unaware that the cupboard was even empty.

"I'm hungry Dean." He whinged over his homework. "You've been serving less and less every night…"

Dean sighed, trying to shut out Sam's voice for a moment. He was hungry too. He turned back to the pantry and set the cereal in front of Sam.

Enough for one bowl.

"For dinner?" Sam demanded.

Dean nodded, "pretend its breakfast."

Sam pouted for moment before seizing the bowl Dean set before him and pouring the last of the food into it.

"Milk?" he demanded, his puppy dog eyes squinted up to his older brother.

"It's off Sammy; eat 'em like that…"

"Dad better go shopping when he gets back." Sam announced, digging into his meal, oblivious to Dean's hungry eyes watching his every bite.

Dean stayed silent at Sam's comment. Dad never went shopping for this family. Ever.

Dad went to bars and tried to hustle pool until he was so drunk that fifteen year old Dean, decked with fake IDs had to carry him and the last of his cash out before heading out to make the money himself.

Dean shifted from his seat and reached into his bag, pulling out his packet of M&Ms.

It was basically empty but he managed to fish the remaining few from the bottom.

"I'll go tomorrow if he's not back." Dean said, hoping their father wouldn't return for a week or two.

John Winchester was on a hunt, and for all Dean knew he was probably kicking some spirit to hell at that moment.

Dean had wanted to go with his father, but Sam had solidly refused to hunt that day. Dean had been delegated the job of watching him.

'It'll be a chance for you to study for once Dean.' John had shouted as he left the room, knowing fully that Dean would go straight to the television and remain there for the majority of the hunt.

Dean glanced at Sammy as he settled in front of the television. He was bored. Maybe the chance to go out and get some money would be fun.

He checked his watch…seven o'clock. He had plenty of time. He stood up.

"Sam I'm gonna go get some cash ok?"

Sam looked up demanding a better explanation. "Really?"

"Look in the cupboard Sammy…it's empty, if I'm…dad's going to go shopping tomorrow we need money…" He smirked. "I have the mobile; call me if you need a goodnight story." He teased as he left the room. "If dad calls while I'm gone I am in the shower or asleep got it?"

Sam nodded half-heartedly. "And if you're not back by one come down to the bar and carry your drunken ass back here." He added, looking mischievous.

Dean flinched, "I'm not going to the bar today Sam…"

"What? Dean where else would you go?"

Dean waved his hand to the piece of paper he had gotten from a guy at school. "That's where." Then he was gone, knowing Sam wouldn't understand anyway.

He was a good liar, and no matter how much it hurt him to lie to his brother, this once they needed it, he didn't want to starve to death in that motel room.

Besides, if Sam knew where he was really going…well, lets just say that Dean would be tied to a chair and confronted with a very upset Sam.

Dean didn't want to do this, how was he going to hide this from his father…

He shook himself mentally, he had always hidden it from Dad, and this time wouldn't be any different.

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