Sooo, I really wish I hadn't ended the last chapter like that, but I did and I am lazy. Anyhow, It may not be very well written and I apologize. Thank you guys for the reviews and tips. I really appreciate it. If I don't exactly follow your tips it's not because they are not good, it's just that this story is kind of based off of my own experiences and I wanted to get it out. Thanks for understanding.

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Minds in low places

Chapter 2: Confusion A brewing

Dean froze as he saw his baby brother on the floor surrounded by blood. No, Sam wouldn't do that, he wouldn't hurt himself like that. But he did, and now he was unconscious on the bathroom floor. Dean was glad that Sam and he were sharing a room or he wouldn't have noticed Sam's extended stay in the bathroom. Dean scooped his baby brother up and sat him on the chair in the bathroom, finding some towels and wrapping them tightly around Sammy's wrists and then tied the off. He then cleaned up the mess, knowing he would have to bleach it later. His brother began sliding off of his seat before Dean picked him up, "Loosing some weight there little bitch, aren't you?" Dean held Sam as he would a baby with one hand as he pulled down the covers to Dean's bed. He laid the small, bruised boy down and then looked him over; bruises, maybe a fight at school maybe. He didn't know but he knew Sammy wouldn't want too many questions when he woke up. Dean took off Sammy's Shoes and then ran a hand through his hair.

" How am I supposed to protect you if you are hurting yourself?" Dean couldn't stand the thought of Sam being in so much pain that he hurt himself. "I know I am not the most mushy person in the world to talk to, but I'm your brother and if you ever feel that bad you need to talk to me. I'm here for you when ever you need me. You know? I'm supposed to be your big brother... take care of you." A tear fell and hit Sam's cheek. Dean wiped it off, and lied down on the bed, pulling Sam into his arms. He kissed Sammy's Cheek. "Goodnight bubba." He held Sam close as he fell asleep to his constant heartbeat.

Sam woke slowly, confused. He looked over to see his brother next to him. He felt Dean's arm around him. He knew Dean would be embarrassed, but the room was cold and Dean was warm. He didn't know why but he was scared of something. He cuddled up close to his brother, laying his head on Dean's chest. He thought back to yesterday; he was confused. He wanted the Eli, but not like that. He just wanted to be safe. He couldn't believe what he had made Eli do. He closed his eyes and took a breath, he wanted to just stay here.

The Father checked the clock on his desk, 6 am and still no sound from the boys. Usually they were up and eating by now. He sighed as he made his way to the room they were sharing. The house had many rooms, yet the boys decided to share a room. This came as no great surprise to the Priest, seeing as he could barley separate the two of them. By 12, Sam should be a bit more independent, he thought but he couldn't blame the boy , knowing the life of the hunting trio. Hoping the boys were already up, he pushed the door open slowly and walked to the bed and ripped off the covers to discover the boys were still asleep.

Dean woke up instantly, seeing the priest he yelled at him to get out now. So, the priest did as Dean had told him to. Once the priest left dean slowly stood and rubbed his brother's cheek, "Bitch, wakey wakey." Dean smiled as Sam responded with, "Jerk"

He pulled Sam to a sitting position, "It's Friday, kid. We've only got two more weeks left here then we get back to killing evil shit instead of this prep school thing. Come on, you gotta get moving, school starts in an hour." Dean threw some clothes at his brother and went into the bathroom. He flinched as he noted the towels on the ground. I still have to figure out what's going on, but Sam is a little out of it this morning. Dean quickly got ready.

Sam slowly pulled the uniform over his pained body, hoping Eli wasn't at school. He put his blazer on and braced himself for the day ahead. Dean came back in and they got ready, arriving at school on time.

Sam pulled the seat under him for his first class, he glanced around, not seeing Eli. The day was going well until he felt breath on the back of his neck in the hall. He spun around to see a group of guys surrounding him. They all were very tall and about 17 years old. One quickly grabbed him by the arm as the other shoved him against the lockers and got up to his face, "You kid, you don't deserve to be here. Don't get comfortable." He bit his lip as the other kneed him in the balls and the boy spit in his face.

With a shove to the ground, the boys waled away, leaving Sam on the ground. Sam didn't know what was going on, he just cried, his books fallen on the ground. Suddenly Sam felt a kiss on the cheek, "Hey there sexy." Eli. Sam blushed and scrambled to pick up his books and get up, but before he could Eli pulled him back down and kissed him deeply, "Sexy, you ready for our date?"

Sam gulped and whispered, "I was thinking I would stay in class." Seeing Eli;s face tighten, Sam flinched, " No, you are coming with me." He grabbed Sam's arm tight and led him to the door.

Soon Sam and Eli were at the mall. Sam looked around at the clothes and frowned, "I don't really buy too many clothes." Eli chuckled, "I got you covered." He pulled out a was of cash and pulled Sam along to the changing room. He handed Sam an outfit; underwear and all. He then brought Sam into the dressing room and put the clothes on Sam's body. Sam was standing in just his underwear, "Now these undies are more sexy than your old ones, let get these old ones off" He slowly pulled Sam's pants off and Sam gasped, "Please, Eli, please don't." Eli smacked Sam and grabbed his ass, pressing his against the wall, " Shut up, whore! You shut up and listen to me" He flipped Sam around so that he was facing the wall. He pressed his body against Sam's slender, bruised one. Nibbling at his neck, Eli shoved into Sam's tiny entrance. Sam bit his lip and silently let his tears fall.