Eight days after

"Hello?" The voice of a woman came from the phone.

"Hi, this is Ines from Jessica's class. Could I please speak to her?" Ines asked.

"Certainly," was the response. Ines heard faint footsteps and a low murmur. Moments later, she heard Jessica's voice.

"Hello?" She asked drowsily.

"Hey Jess, it's Ines. Why weren't you at school Friday?"

"Sick."

"Sucks. I'm sorry to hear that," Ines answered sounding genuinely caring. She did care. She liked Jess and knew how she felt. When she had started middle school in this shitty town, she too, didn't say much. It was only when she met the girls from high school that things went south. Well, she din't exactly meet the girls from her class in high school, but in middle school they didn't talk but knew who each other were. Ines knew they had changed since then, and her to when she was with them.

"If you feel better, are you up to do something Monday after school?" Ines asked.

"With you and the other girls?" Jessica asked.

"No. Just me," Ines said nervously fiddling with the phone cord.

"Sure, sounds fun," Jessica lied, she wanted to find out what happened to Sam, not hang with the girl who spoke behind people's back, even though Ines actually seemed nice. The reason why she thought it wouldn't be fun, was because she only had Sam on her mind, and how to find John Winchester.

One day after

A constant thump in his head kept him up.

Pain.

Sam sat up too fast and felt dizzy. He threw his weary head back on the backseat where he was sleeping in an awkward fetal position.

Sam groaned, holding both his hands up to his temples. A fierce throbbing came from behind his eyes. He shut them tight, but that only seemed to make it worse. He opened them again and lifted his head up slowly. He glanced into the rear-mirror. His bloodshot eyes stared back.

"Sammy?" Dean's worried voice spoke softly, but it seemed like a roar to Sam.

Stop shouting, Sam thought.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked laying a hand on Sam's shoulder. Sam hated it. He hated that Dean was so cautious about it. He hated how he didn't act normal around him anymore. He hated that he found out.

"Head hurts," Sam winced, rubbing his temple once again.

"Do you want some water?" Dean asked. Sam nodded through the pain and Dean handed him a water bottle. He couldn't quite catch it though, he was still quite out of it.

Sam clenched his teeth together as the pain became more intense.

The bottle touched his lip and the cold liquid slipped through his throat.

"Okay there?" Dean asked when Sam was done draining the bottle. Sam nodded. The water had actually helped.

"Don't puke in my car." Dean warned.

"Don't know. I have a bad... feeling," Sam slurred, his eyes drifting a little to the side. He wanted to go back to sleep.

"Dean I'm not going to let that bastard hurt you, get near you, even look at you. You're safe now," Dean said with a stern look at his brother's face.

"I know," Sam reassured. "It's about something else."

Dean raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"Can't remember. Probably nothing 'portant," Sam said, letting his heavy eyelids shut.

Nine days after

John arrived back to the usual motel he had rented. After the hospital, he had immediately gone to were somewhat back in place, but there was a small red stain on the carpet. He knew that it was either his or one of his sons. He wondered how time it had taken the maid to tidy up the mess and if he had to pay for the damage.

A knock on the door.

John whipped his head around. Who can it be?

He opened the door to a crack. A pretty blonde was standing at the door with a nervous smile.

"John Winchester?" She asked politely. John grumbled a "yes".

"Is Sam Winchester your son?"

John stopped.

"What do you want?" He slurred aggressively. Jessica took a step back and her cheeks turned red.

"Um… I was just wondering how he was doing, he hasn't been to school lately and-" John interrupted her with a drunken laugh.

"You're worried?" He laughed again. Jessica wanted to run when she could smell the liquor on his breath.

"You're worried," he repeated again. "About that little shit? Well that's just cute."

Jessica's face turned sour at John's horrid smirk.

"Sorry for bothering you, sir," she quickly said before turning her heel around and walking with a quick pace. When she was out of the drunken man's sight, she ran. She couldn't, wouldn't, bring herself to think about how Sam could stand living with a drunk. Her sight was getting blurred by tears. Even after spending two mere minutes with the man, she was terrified of him.

Ten days after

The bell rang and people gathered their stuff. As usual, the people who didn't have a strong social status in the class, leaved first. The others stay behind and wait for their friends, or in some cases "friends". Ines knew Jessica was waiting for her, and took more time than she needed to pack her stuff. In the end, it's only the two of them in the classroom.

"So, where do you want to go?" Jessica asks when everyone has left. Ines shrugs.

"Park?" Ines suggest to which Jessica agrees.

SPN-SPN-SPN

John knew he had to get away from the town. His head, arm, shoulder - everything, hurt, but he knew he had to do it anyways. Nothing was worse than the cops banging on his door. He was fairly certain that they boys had called the cops. He was a hundred percent sure that they had gone to Bobby's.

John packed his bag with a hurry and gave the keys for the room back to the motel owner. He ended up paying for the damage. They told him that when they had found the attacker, they would pay. He had rented the place for a few more months, but that didn't matter. He needed to get the hell away and find Dean. The only problem was that the Impala was missing and half the credit cards were snatched by Dean.

John swore loudly; he knew that this meant that he had to take the goddamn bus.

SPN-SPN-SPN

The walk to the park wasn't long since it was near to the school. Jessica had expected loads of gossip from Ines, but she seemed to keep somewhat quiet. Jessica started wondering if she'd ever been alone with Ines. The answer was simple; no.

"So, how do you like our class," Ines said and turned to Jessica. "And be honest."

Jessica looked at Ines.

"It's fine I guess, could be worse," Jessica shrugged. Ines nodded.

"Do you like the girls?" Was Ines's next question. Jessica shrugged.

"They're-"

"Don't say fine."

"Mean. But only to some people" Ines snorted.

"I know. You think I'm mean as well, right?"

"No," Jessica blushed. Half of Ines's face quirked up.

"Sure you don't," she said sarcastically. "I just want you to know that that's not who I am. I just act that way in school because, you know, social status."

"No, really. You can be really nice and funny, when you're not talking badly about other people that is."

Ines couldn't hold her smile back. Does she feel the same way? She hoped.

They had arrived at the park.

SPN-SPN-SPN

John knew that it would be a pretty long walk to the bus stop. He grumbled something about how there should be a bus in front of the motel and took the short cut through the park. He stumbled many times on the way due to his drunken state. He tried to remember the last time he hadn't drunk something, but couldn't recall it. Even as he walked, there was a flask in his pocket which he took a few sips of. He awkwardly staggered over the street to the park. All he had in mind was to find Dean and to take his good son away from the useless one - the burden.

SPN-SPN-SPN

Ines and Jessica walked for a bit, hands digging deeply into their pockets to protect them from the November chill. They had talked for a while without it being awkward, or Ines acting like she was when she was with the other girls. Jessica regretted how badly she, herself, responded to Ines questions and jokes, but she only had one thing, well person, on her mind.

"If you don't mind me asking," Ines said after a pause. "Who do you like? Like, who was the boy you were talking about?"

Jessica blushed. Ines laughed a little.

"Come on, you said that we don't know him." Ines smiled at Jessica, while she looked at the ground.

"Well, you don't really," Jessica mumbled. Honestly, she wasn't used to Ines being such a good friend and was scared that she would tell people her secret.

"Who is it?"

"Sam from our class."

Ines stopped. She actually looked sad.

"Sam? The freak?" Ines snapped.

Jessica looked flushed. He stopped abruptly.

"He's not a freak! Oh my god Ines, seriously, you really are like the other girls!" She spat.

Jessica stopped when she saw the tears forming in Ines eyes.

God, I hate myself, Ines thought. She regretted calling him that, Jessica would only think badly about her now.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it. It's just what we call him at school, and it sorta slipped…"

Jessica squeezed Ines's arm.

"It's fine, really."

Ines smiled at her friend. Jessica gently smiled back, her blue eyes filled with such friendliness… Suddenly Jess's face dropped when she saw a man with a gruff beard and a duffle ten meters away from them. A flask was loosely in his hand. He took a swig. Jessica's eyes filled with dread. Even from a distance, she could tell how drunk he was. Her head was spinning with thoughts about Sam; where he was, if he was okay, how his life was at home, if he was home…

"What is it Jess?" Ines asked with worry, wondering what the beautiful girl was looking at with horror.

"Let's go the other way," Jess said tugging Ines's arm.

When she thought that they were far enough away from the creep named John Winchester, they talked again.

"Why did you want to meet after school?" Jessica asked because she's been wondering that for a while. Ines and her usually only spoke at school and at parties, when there were other people around. It was Ines's turn to turn her cheeks red.

"I just wanted to let you know that I'm not like the other girls from the class."

"Oh, okay." She gave a small smile.

"Because," Ines continued. "I like you."

"You're a great friend as well. You're easy to talk to-"

"No Jess, I really like you. Screw Sam, I like you. Honestly, you're the only good thing in my life. School's hard and I just..."

Jessica was speechless, and even more when she saw that John was staring at her from far away. All colour from her face drained.

"C-could we please talk about this another time?" Jessica asked shakily.

"What's the matter?" Ines asked shyly. She was still shaking a little from the confrontation of her feelings.

"I need to go home, uh, don't feel so good."

"Okay, I'll call you tonight, is that okay?" Ines said warily.

"Yes, sure," Jess said too afraid to add a smile.

She gave a quick hug, more like squeeze, to Ines, and walked briskly off towards the bus stop, so that she could come home as fast as possible.

A/N: I just argh! It's been a month exactly since I published this story and holy shit, the numbers! This was not what I expected, at all. Wow. I simply cannot thank you enough, you're amazing, all of you! :D

I hope you liked the chapter even though it didn't have a lot of Sam and Dean in it. The next will probably, although I don't know for sure. I have writer's block at the moment, so sorry if some of the chapters aren't great.