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Meanwhile, John was working in the auto shop. At each town they stopped in, John would look for mechanic work so that the locals wouldn't get suspicious. The phone rang.

"Hello?" he asked. "Yes, this is John Winchester," he confirmed. Then, "He did what?" John blew out an annoyed breath. He really didn't know what had gotten into Sammy lately and he wasn't really sure he liked it. "Yes. Yes, I'll be right there," he assured. He hung up the phone and shook his head. Then, he grabbed the keys to his truck.

"Hey, Mac! I gotta go!" he yelled.

"Why?" Mac asked from his office.

"Apparently my youngest son freaked out in the boys' bathroom. I gotta go take of it," John answered.

"'Kay," the other man grunted. With that, John exited the building, got into his truck, and took off. Back at the school, Sam's kicking and punching of the wall had started back up. It had resumed when one of the teachers had touched him, causing him to go ballistic. Now, various teachers were trying to calm Sam down. However, the distraught boy kept them at bay with various fighting techniques.

"Come on, Sam. Just take it easy," one said soothingly. Moments later another teacher came in.

"His father's here," he reported.

"Sam? Sam?" John asked, pushing his way through the crowd. He looked around at the damage and whistled. There were holes in the walls, one of the sinks had been demolished, and a mirror had been smashed. Sam continued his frenzy. "Sammy...son, calm down," he said. Sam's only response was to keep going. Making a quick decision, John grabbed his son by the shoulders.

"Samuel Jeffrey Winchester! You stop this now!" he barked. The teachers were amazed when Sam immediately halted his actions. "Now, tell me what the heck brought on this little temper tantrum," he instructed.

"I---I can't. I can't, Dad. Please don't make me," Sam pleaded. John could see the shine in his son's eyes as tears threatened to escape.

"Why don't you let me take him home, huh?" John suggested.

"That's fine," the principal agreed. John began to lead his son away. "And Sam's suspended for three days," the administrator continued.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," John grumbled. The two got into the man's truck and left school grounds. Once they got home, John led him straight to the kitchen where Dean was scrounging around for food.

"What's Sam doing home early?" he wondered, abandoning his search.

"Sit," John barked at Sam. Mutely, the boy obeyed. "Now, you want to explain to me what that was all about?" he queried. Sam just shook his head.

"Sam, what's wrong?" Dean questioned, noting his brother's tense body language. Sam just shrugged.

"Sammy...kiddo. We can't help you if you won't talk to us," John said, softening his voice. Sam's Adam's apple wobbled.

"I---" his voice cracked.

"Ssssh, Sammy. Our little secret," Miss Thompson warned in a whisper.

"I can't. I'm sorry, okay?" Sam said hoarsely. Without waiting for a response, he ran upstairs.

"Sammy!" Dean exclaimed, running after his brother.

"I hate this town! I can't wait to leave!" John heard Sam yell. Then, a door slammed. John let out a frustrated sigh and banged a fist on the table. He just didn't know what to do. Something was bothering his son and he didn't know how to help him. Wordlessly, John sank into a chair and let out another frustrated sigh.