I am sorry for the bad formatting in the previously posted chapters. I have deleted them and am trying it again. I also put the two chapters together.

"Damn it, Sam," Dean growled as he slapped his brother on the back of the head, "Seriously, dude, you trying to set dad off?"

"What the hell, Dean," Sam cried as he rubbed the back of his head.

"What the hell, me," Dean snapped back, "What the hell to you? You've been extra bitchy lately. Maybe, I should pick you up some Midol instead of movies tonight."

'Ha, funny, jerk," Sam answered, "You can take the movies and shove them right up your…."

"Sam," Dean barked, effectively cutting his brother off. He took a good hard look at his brother and felt the frustration he had been feeling crumble; the look on Sam's face gave Dean the impression he was missing something. "Hey, Sam," Dean started his voice going softer, "what's up? I know you've been a bigger bitch than usual, but.." Dean let the sentence trail off as he held his hands out in a questioning gesture.

"Just, drop it, Dean," Sam spit out and started walking again.

"No," Dean grabbed Sam's arm and turned him so he was looking at him, "I won't. What's wrong?"

Sam's frustration grew and before he could stop himself, he blurted out, "You. You're what's wrong. You and dad. You both treat me like I'm a baby. You won't let me do anything. All I get to do is go to school and train. I want to do more. Ever since you told me the truth of what's out there my life has sucked. I want to go to the apple farm, Dean! I want to be normal. You know there's going to be a corn-maze and the farm is letting the kids pick apples and pick out a pumpkin and they are even giving away donuts. My teacher said that they're going to hold a race to see who can get through the maze the fastest. It sounds like fun and like every other trip I have to stay at the school. If it's too dangerous for me to be at the farm why isn't it too dangerous for me to be at school? You know I get made fun of because of things like this? I hate being the freak! Why can't I be normal?"

The rush of words hit Dean like a tsunami. He knew Sam had been having a hard time but he hadn't realized just how hard of a time. "Sammy, I'm sorry," the older brother replied, "look, maybe we can skip today? We can head back home; dad should be gone by now, he'll never know. We can stop by that corner lot and get a pumpkin. We can gorge ourselves on junk food and later tonight we can hunker down and watch the scariest movie you think of."

Sam just shook his head. "No, dad will find out. The school will call him. Let's just go and get this day over with."

Dean watched as his little brother headed off in the direction of the middle school. He vowed to make it up to him. He didn't know how, but he would.

Sam entered his classroom and made a beeline for his desk. He tried to remain inconspicuous and prayed that Tucker Timlison wouldn't notice him. He should have saved that prayer. Sam winced when he heard Tucker call out to him. "Well, if it isn't little Sammy Winchester," Tucker snarked as he made his way to Sam's desk, his goon squad in tow.

"Tucker," Sam ground out. To say Sam hated Tucker would be a huge understatement. Tucker was the biggest bully in school. He felt entitled and it didn't help that his dad was the wealthiest man in the county. Tucker had set his sights on Sam from the moment he had walked in the front door. He could tell that Sam didn't come from money and with Tucker money was all that mattered. Sam was an easy target and Tucker preferred his targets that way.

"I heard you weren't going on the field trip with us Winchester. Is it because your dad can't pay," Tucker asked, "Must suck not having enough money to be able to go on a school trip? Enjoy staying behind and helping out in the library." Sam bit his lip to keep from saying something that he knew would lead to a fight; he didn't need that added headache. He sat staring Tucker down until the teacher called for everyone to take their seats.

Miss Carlson took roll and asked for the children to bring their signed permission slips and money up to her so she could get them in line and ready to head out to the parked buses. Sam's heart sank and then just about burst out of his stomach when he noticed Dean standing in the doorway. "As, if this day couldn't get any worse," he mumbled.

He nervously watched as Dean made his way to Miss Carlson's desk and spoke with her. He felt his cheeks blush when she smiled and looked his way. "Sam, could you please come here," Miss Carlson asked.

"Miss Carlson," Sam enquired when he got to her desk as he shot his brother a questioning look.

Miss Carlson smiled at Sam, "Looks like your dad accidentally put your permission slip and money in with your brother's papers. Your brother took as it a sign and has agreed to help today. Isn't that nice?"

"That's one way to put it," Sam answered. Sam stared at Dean wondering what was going on.

Dean shrugged and clapped his hands together, "Guess, we better get a move on. Wouldn't want to hold everyone up, now would we?"

Sam stayed back as the class left the room and after the last kid had exited the room, he pulled Dean to the side. "What are you doing," he hissed.

"Taking my brother on a field trip," Dean answered, "You're right you deserve to do things like this, but I can't let you go alone. Dad's right the veil is thin today, but, you're right if you can be in school why can't you go on the trip? It's not like you're going to be alone. I'll be there watching your back."

Sam stared at his brother in shock. A thousand-watt smile replaced the shock and he wrapped his arms around his big brothers' waist, "Thanks, Dean. But, what about Dad? He'll find out."

"He won't," Dean answered, "At least I'm not going to tell him."