"Dean!" I yelled listening as my voice bounced off empty hall walls, bent in lockers, and bare classroom doors. "Dean!" I tried again when I got no answer. I went a little further down the hall when I heard a noise coming from inside a locker. "Dean" I said a little more quietly, facing the locker. "In here" a small voice returned unsure if I was there to help or hinder the situation. "It's me" I said while trying to open the locker which gave in after a couple well placed hits and a little bit of lock jiggling.
Oh, by the way my name's Sam Winchester, everyone calls me Stretch, probably something to do with I'm a good four inches taller then everyone else at the school. The kid in the locker, my brother Dean, he's really puny, which is why everyone calls him Puny Boy, even his teachers. Sure he's my older brother but come on I could beat him up any day.
I think it's funny, my big brother by four years leans on me to take care of him. Isn't it supposed to be the other way?
"Stretch and Puny Boy sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G…" I sighed looking up at the boys who probably stuffed my brother in the locker in the first place. If looks could kill they'd be dead, but they didn't get the hint. What else could I do but storm down the hallway, my brother quivering behind me as I lay a nice punch to the leaders face. It's not that I like to fight, just that it's kind of hard to avoid when you have such an easy target for a brother.
I think the boys got the hint as I punched their leader, and towered over them daring any of them to take me on. At least I think they got the hint the way they were running out of the school, dragging their bloody nosed leader with them.
I turned around to see Dean standing behind me, eyes casted downwards. "You ok?" "Let's go before Dad asked what happened" he said quietly. He hates when Dad finds out about these things, then Dad makes him train extra hard to stand up for himself. It's not that he doesn't like to train, Dean loves training more then anyone I know, it's the way Dad looks at him and treats him that bothers Dean.
"Hey boys, how was school?" Dad's voice greets us as we walk into the house. A bit of grumbling from both of us and we head to the TV to see if anything good is on. "That good?" Dad responds, not really paying attention as he finishes up his research on his next hunt.
Later, after Dad has left on his hunt, Dean and I sat watching Loony Toons, the light from the TV casting our faces in a blue glow. "Hey, Sam?" Dean asks so quietly I can barely hear him. "Yeah" I shoot back, still focused on the TV. "Thanks for coming back for me today."