Hello everybody!

So this chapter is out earlier than I expected, cos I originally planned on writing much, much more, but I reasoned that this 'flashback chapter' would be enough for a filler chapter while I write the next one.

Anyway, thank you for sticking with me since last year, and I hope you really like this chapter.

lily (Oxygenhelpsyouwrite)


Sam snaked through the trees, his vision blurring as tears formed in his eyes. The crisp autumn leaves crunched under his pounding footsteps.

His aching lungs were threatening to entirely give up on him, and the sound of his wheezing breath and constantly quick heartbeat was all he could focus on.

The mantra that was running circles in his mind was of course, get home alive for Dean. Get home alive. He looked behind him, scanning the forest for anything-

A dull thud followed by a sudden cry and before Sam realised what had happened, he was lying on his back, dazed and confused. His head throbbed, and he felt a dribble of moisture drip down the side of his face.

Out of breath and his whole body hurting, he stared up at the stars. Lying on his pillow of leaves, he felt himself drifting off to the peaceful silence, thoroughly exhausted.

"Here he is."

Panic ran through Sam's body, and grimacing, he attempted to lift his lead body off the ground.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Sam was now desperately using all his energy to stand up, going lightheaded as he reached eye level with a cruel and leering face standing close.

A tired whimper escaped Sam's now bloodstained lips.

The boy simply smirked.

"You haven't got big brother Dean here to protect you now, huh?"

Sam took a step backwards, limping, as he noticed another jogging body appear from the wilderness.

The boy took a step forward, confident now his backup had arrived.

A cruel sneer appeared on his face.

"You think you're better than us, yeah?"

Sam shook his head nervously, looking down at the forest floor, his breathing heavy and his body stooped in surrender.

He heard an unfamiliar voice scoff.

"Pussy." Was hissed under a breath.

Sam took another step back, avoiding eye contact with both of them.

"I'm not... I'm not scared of you." Sam's voice shook nervously despite his efforts to keep calm.

A unanimous laughter erupted from the boys, who's cruel laughs lasted for much longer than natural.

A hard punch landed on Sam's face, blood spurting from his lips and his whole body spun towards the ground.

"Not so tough now, huh?" He was angry, and his voice bit at Sam as he lay in shocked silence, checking for any missing teeth.

The two boys, who Sam had seen around in school from time to time, never left each other's side. They were co-dependant, and never hurt Sam without the other there to leer them on.

This, though, was the first time Sam had ever felt this scared. The first time there was actual fear for his life.

"you're nothing Sam. And neither is your brother. He's a fag, and so are you, And you both deserve to be put down. Like dogs."

They were egging each other on now, and there was no chance of them just backing away and leaving Sam to go home to Dean.

"Please... just... go away." Sam mumbled, his lips swollen and his whole face aching.

"Yeah. Of course."

A swift kick to Sam's groin elicited a pained cry and a chuckle from one of the boys.

And a kick to the head thoroughly sent Sam out of this world, his head throbbing and his hearing shot. His carefully controlled anger had been rising throughout their words, but Sam didn't want to take action.

He didn't want to reach into his back pocket and dig out his pocket knife, and instantly stoop to the level of these dicks.

But now, as he was hunched over on the cold ground, his dignity thoroughly discarded and a stream of blood dripping from lips, he had reached his peak.

And there was no tolerance left now, because if he died now, dean would be alone and Sam would be a goddamn disappointment, who couldn't stick up for himself.

And so with that, Sam picked himself up off the ground, again, stumbling backwards as his legs almost gave out.

"What's this? Sammy's finally gonna become a man?" They were confident as ever, and that only angered Sam further.

Sam limped forward and landed the first, hard punch. And he didn't stop until the two bullies were unconscious. Or worse. Sam didn't know, and couldn't tell, their faces eerily shrouded.

A soft breeze drifting through the forest brought him back to reality, and sent a shiver down his spine. Sam's eyes widened as he looked at the scene in front of him.

"Oh my god." Escaped as a barely audible exhale.

The two boys lay haphazardly on the ground, wet blood covering their faces. Their eyes were closed, and their bodies frighteningly still.

Sam glanced at his bloody hand, his stomach churning as he scanned the torn skin on his knuckles.

Sam backed away silently, his vision swimming.

"Oh my god."

Sam spun on his heels and ran.


The sky was alive with a rumble of deafening thunder as Sam ran out of the maze of dense trees and closer to a place he often referred to as a nightmare.

But when Sam caught sight of the crumbling brick work of the children's home, relief spread through his body.

He needed to see Dean, more than he'd needed anything before in his life.


Dean was heading inside, wary of the darkening sky, abandoning the car he had been working on for the owner of the orphanage,

who had asked for it to be done as an unpaid favour. Dean fundamentally objected to the prospect of unpaid work, but he theorised that they probably would've kicked him out or something if he'd refused.

He was hoping Sam would come home soon, as the prospect of his little brother, unprotected in the forest worried him no end.


Sam called deans name, his voice hoarse and desperate.

Dean spun around, his eyes wide as he took in Sam's bedraggled and bloody appearance.

"Oh jesus, Sam," Dean muttered as he ran towards his brother, who was now slowing down as dean neared him.

Sam flung his arms around deans neck, feeling the familiar fabric of his shirt, and as deans comforting and homely smell hit him, Sam started sobbing, relaxing into deans firm arms as he embraced Sam.

"Jesus Sammy, what happened to you?" Deans voice shook slightly, obviously distraught with this whole shitty situation.

Sammy just shook his head and continued to vigorously sob, his heaving body encased in deans safe presence.

They stood there for what felt like hours, until a light patter of rain on the top of their heads turned into a heavier, more dense pour.

"Sammy."

Sams tears had dried slightly, until he remembered the reason for his downpour of tears, sending him back into a downward spiral of emotions.

"Oh..."

Sam pulled himself out of deans arms, looking into his concerned emerald eyes.

"Sammy?" Dean gave Sam a inquisitive look.

"Dean I... I think I killed them." Sams voice faltered and broke as he uttered the last words, breaking eye contact with dean, ashamed of what his big brother would think of him know he was a murderer.

"What? Sammy, what are you talking about?"

Dean looked at Sam's bloody nose and the dried blood on his chin and mouth, and anger surged through him.

"Who did that to you Sammy? I swear, I'll kill them." The poor choice of words led to Sam letting out a cry, putting his aching head in his bloody hands.

"Exactly! I think... i must've killed them."

The rain was tipping down now, thunder rumbling overhead.

"Who, Sam?" Dean was trying to hide his anger beneath a calm and sensible demeanour.

Sam turned around to look at the trees in the distance.

"Those boys... the ones that were talking to me last week after school. I think I told you they were my friends." Sam looked at dean, unsure of how he would react.

"Son of a bitch." Dean muttered, scanning the forest behind them.

"Can we go and check if they're... alive.."

"Yeah sammy. Of course." Dean thought to himself that he'd surely kill them if Sam hadn't finished the job.

And so they ran off, Dean following Sam, watching him with a careful eye.


They were gone. The scene was silent and still, and to a lazy and unobservant eye you'd never have know anyone had been there, but Dean quickly noticed the patches of flattened grass where the two boys had lain.

Dean heard an audible sigh of relief from Sam, before he sat down, putting his head between his knees and breathing heavily.

Dean felt the shared relief for his little brother, but he couldn't help the dissatisfaction he felt from not finishing the fight Sam had started. But right now, the only important thing was sam. His little brother, who was the main priority in Dean's life, was hurt.

"Hey, sammy?" Dean knelt down next to sam, his voice sympathetic.

Sam looked up at dean, his eyes exhausted and his skin scarily pale.

"I have to say buddy, you're not looking too good."

Sam rolled his eyes and smirked.

"Whatever, jerk."

Dean smiled.

"Bitch."

They sat in comfortable silence for a minute.

"Let's go home, yeah? I don't want you dying on me today."

"Yeah."

Dean turned around to go.

"Dean?"

"Sammy?"

"Thank you."


thanks for reading! Reviews are always nice, btw...

Lily