A/N: Ever wonder when and why Dean and Sam started using Jerk and Bitch for the first time? This thought came to mind and I wrote this short story. In this AU I try to explore this idea. Sam is 13 and Dean is 17. I hope you enjoy the read. Reviews would be great and make my day. NC

Chapter 1

The motel was rundown, old, and in much need of repair. The brothers had been cooped up in the small room for four days because their father was late getting back from a hunt and the constant rain during this time kept them inside. They were climbing the walls and snapping at each other over nothing. The air conditioning barely worked, only blowing out warm air and the portable fan wasn't much help either. They were lucky to have hot water long enough to take a shower and had to wait at least an hour between showers. The small fridge made loud, banging noises half the time like it was on its last legs. The dishes they had to use were chipped and never looked clean no matter how hard they were scrubbed.

"Please Dean, will you ask Dad?" a thirteen year old Sam begged his older brother, as Dean came out of the bathroom.

"Sammy, you know Dad will want to move on as soon as he gets back. That's what we always do," Dean told him. "He'll find another hunt in another town."

"But I only have three more weeks of school left and I'll have this year finished. By the time we move somewhere else, it'll be too late to get me into school, and I won't be able to advance. Dad could find a place for a month and use it as home base, couldn't he? He'll listen to you before me. Please, just ask, for me." Sam was using his best begging voice and puppy dog eyes that he could on Dean.

"Why do you like school so much Sammy? It's a waste of time," Dean questioned. "Dad and me can teach you all you need to know about hunting and surviving."

"Maybe I don't want to keep hunting," Sam said quietly as he looked down at the floor and kicked at the thin carpet. "I like school and I do learn a lot."

"You need to get that out of your head Sammy, we're in the family business, hunting monsters, and saving people. You need to fall in line and do as you're told," Dean chastised him in an irritated voice.

"No, I don't. I have a mind of my own Dean. I not a good little soldier like you who follows every order Dad barks. I want more out of life than moving around from town to town, staying in shitty motel rooms that stink and have disgusting stains. I want to have a normal life."

Dean looked at him for a moment and started laughing at him.

Sam's face reddened as his anger spiked. He grabbed his jacket and headed for the door, needing to get some fresh air. He couldn't stay in the room any longer with his brother and needed to cool off.

"You know, sometimes you can be a real…" Sam started trying to find a word to use. "Jerk Dean," Sam spat angerly at him as he unlocked the door to head outside. "Yeah, that's it, you're a jerk!"

"It's better than being a whiny little bitch," Dean yelled at him. "Where are you going, bitch?"

"Where does it look like?" Sam yelled back. "Out, jerk!"

"You need to get back in here now! I'm tired of these shitty ass moods of yours and you know what Dad told us," Dean demanded, but it fell on death ears as Sam didn't slow down.

"Bite me." Sam slammed the door and walked aimlessly out into the parking lot and away from his stupid, jerk of a brother. He turned up the collar of his jacket and zipped it because there was still a light rain falling making the world seem dreary and washed out. He continued to walk down the street away from the motel as his anger simmered inside of him. He wasn't asking for much, just three weeks so he could get through the school year and not have to repeat the grade.

The rain began to fall harder, and Sam was getting soaked. Water dripped from the ends of his too long hair and he had to keep wiping his face in order to see. It was late afternoon but looked more like early evening with the low hanging clouds and the sheets of rain coming down.

Sam saw lights ahead of him and ran for the large wooden double doors of a church. He stepped under the shelter of the front porch and shook his head from side to side to rid it of the water. He shook his arms to get the water off his jacket before stepping into the dimly lit foyer.

He saw a sign for the restrooms and headed that way, hoping to dry off a bit. He used the bathroom and washed his hands, grabbing paper towels to dry them. He pulled more towels out to wipe over his head and face before leaving the restroom.

Very slowly, Sam opened the double doors that led into the sanctuary and walked slowly into the large, cavernous room. He let his eyes wander slowly around it taking in the décor. The windows were stained glass and depicted scenes from the Bible. A wooden cross hung behind the altar and had a soft spotlight shining on it. There were carpeted kneeling steps at the front for those who wanted to come down to be saved. Sam had never been exposed to religion growing up and only knew what he read or saw on television. He remembered doing a little research for a case where he had to read some religious books from the library.

Not even realizing it, Sam walked down the main aisle looking at the pews that had cushioned seating and ran his hand over the richly, colored wood of the pews. Sam stopped a couple of pews back from the altar and took a seat, laying his coat over it to dry.

The heavy silence pressed in on him as he gazed at the cross in wonder and curiosity as a sense of peace settled over him. He was tired, cold, and disappointed that he couldn't get Dean to see things his way. Sam had hoped that Dean would be on his side like he usually was, and he could convince their father to stay here at least a few more weeks. He even hoped his Dad might have gotten hurt a little, and would need to take some down time to heal and then felt guilty about it. He let out a long sigh before whispering to himself.

"I just want to have a normal life like other kids," Sam spoke softly. "Is that too much to ask for? Why does it have to be my family that has to fight the monsters? Why can't someone else do it?" Sam closed his eyes as tears filled them and leaked down his cheeks. He leaned his head back and tried to picture a life where they were not hunters and lived in a house in a town where he could go to school and not have to worry about bouncing around from school to school, never staying long enough to even make a friend.

Sam always felt like he was different from the other kids in school. He never seemed to fit in and hated being the new kid all the time because that brought out the bullies to taunt and tease him. Sam had been trained to take care of himself, but he tried not to use it if he could avoid it. It only seemed to make things worse if he fought back, especially if there was more than one bully. They always made sure no teacher saw them and Sam wasn't going to be a tattle tail, and rat them out. He always tried to stay away from the bullies, especially at lunchtime or he wouldn't get anything to eat because they'd take it from him.

It wasn't as bad when Dean was in school with him, since he would wait until school was out and put a hurting on the bullies, daring them to ever lay a hand on his little brother again. When Dean dropped out at sixteen, to hunt with their Dad full time, he had no one to protect him and didn't bother telling Dean about the abuse, knowing he couldn't do anything about it. One time it got physical and Sam couldn't hide the black eye from him. Dean made him tell him who did it and Dean returned the hurt twofold.

Sam dreamed of another life where he was just a normal kid and did normal things like other kids his age. He wished his life was different.

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"Young man," a male voice spoke kindly to Sam. "Young man, wake up."

Sam jumped and sat up quickly as he stared at the priest that woke him.

"Are you okay son?" the priest asked him, giving him a warm smile.

"Yes, I'm fine. I didn't mean to fall asleep," Sam replied grabbing his coat and getting up.

"That's fine, is there someone I can call for you?"

"No, no, I'll walk back to the motel. Thanks." Sam scooted past the priest and hurried up the aisle toward the front doors. He stepped outside seeing it was dark and knew he was in for it from Dean when he got back. Sam was surprised Dean hadn't come looking for him but figured he was still pissed at him. He was still going to try again to get him to talk to their Dad and hoped he had better luck this time.

It was hard to tell where he was in the dark and wasn't sure how long he had walked before finding the church. The rain had finally let up for now, but Sam still felt cold and hunched into his jacket as he sped his pace, hoping he was going the right way. He didn't have his beeper since it was charging back in the motel room, so he didn't know if Dean had tried to send him a message. Sam trudged down the sidewalk with his head down, only glancing up once and a while to see if anything looked familiar. He continued to head down the street hoping he would find the motel.