DISCLAIMER

Supernatural belongs to the WB, which will soon be the CW. I only own the teacher, Miss Thompson.

When Dean pulled into the driveway of the house, he saw their father waiting on the drive.

"You think he's mad?" Sam asked.

"If he is, it's at me, not you," Dean replied as he parked. They walked up.

"You forgot your brother?" John asked incredulously.

"Sorry," Dean said sheepishly.

"Dean, you're eighteen years old, you don't just forget to pick up Sam," John scolded.

"Yes, Sir," Dean replied.

"Come on. We got a job to finish," Sam said brusquely. Then, he walked past their father into the house.

"Is he okay?" John asked. Dean shrugged helplessly.

"I don't know. He wouldn't talk to me," he stated.

"Go help your brother," came the order.

"Yes, Sir," was the reply. Dean went into the living room where Sam had picked up a weapon and had begun cleaning it. Without a word, the older boy sat down and joined in the task.

"Sammy, you wanna tell me what's buggin' you?" he casually asked after a few minutes.

"Nothing," Sam answered. "And it's Sam," he spat.

"Sammy, if something's goin' on, Dad and I---"

"Look, there's nothing going on? You hear me? Nothing!" Sam screamed, raising a dirk and thrusting it in front of him.

"Sammy, get that dagger out of my face before I do it for you," Dean threatened.

"Then quit treating me like a child. I'm fourteen, Dean," Sam said angrily.

"Okay," Dean said. Dude! What's eatin' him he wondered. He was just trying to be a good brother. Sam's throat muscles constricted. Sam was forced onto a table.

"No," he said hoarsely.

"Ssssshhhhh," Miss Thompson said. Sam finished the dirk and then started on a gun. He cocked it, checking the recoil. Then, he pointed it, wishing that a certain dark-haired teacher was on the receiving end of one their many bullets. Unfortunately, rock salt wouldn't kill her and he wasn't sure if a silver bullet would have any effect. Unknown to either of the boys, John stood in the doorway of the living room and heard their entire conversation. He frowned in concern, wondering what was troubling his youngest son.