Beautiful Innocence

By: chocolate rules

A/N: WoW! It's impossible to upload a chapter now:-OSo, I wrote this chapter out like three days ago and since then it has been forever to try and figure out howto post it.I think may others are sufferingfrom this too. I had to transfer this on through Notepad. Apparently .txt. documents still come in. :D So,I've never used notepad and if it has anything missing or something,it's not my fault.

Anyways! Summer's here :D!and I'll be focusing onfinishing up all my stories so here's an update. The first two chapters were fixed up from grammer or spelling errors that were bothring me and I had to use notepad on them too.So, here's the next chapter...


Chapter 3: Fights and the Winchesters
Last chapter...Dean drove over to the middle school to pick up little Samuel. He was happy today and so ACDC was blasting throughout the car and the street.


Sam's normal after school activities were as loathed by the young boy as the day's activities were. More so, since it involved being alone and unsupervised with the few things in this world that he hated, Josh, Ted and Roger the third pester.

A few minutes after the final bell, Sam emerged with the last of the kids and started to walk down the road some to where Dean picked him up. He had stayed a little behind in hopes that he would be able to avoid the trio and be there just in time for Dean to pull in.

"Boy! Sure is a hot day today!" a voice said from behind Sam. A snicker followed, but Sam kept on walking down the road some and really, really wished that Dean would already be there. That way, he could just slip into the Impala and not really have to back out of anything and later be called a wuss or anything.

"Aww, come on Teddy! It's not that bad!" came a second voice.

"Yeah, Teddy, Roge is right! It's not like it's hot as hell, anyway. Is it Sammy?"

Sam kept on walking and turned the corner. He didn't spot the black Chevy in its usual location and his heart started throbbing quicker. He was going to be stuck with these bullies for the time being. However, he kept on walking to the exact spot where his brother would pull up and sat down on the curb.

Roger and Josh sat on either side of him and Sam was wondering if sitting down had been the best idea.

"Hey Sam?" said Josh as he placed his right arm around Sam's shoulder's and leaned in as if to whisper some age old secret. "Think it's as hot in here as it is in hell? Me and Roger here were just wondering." Roger nodded along but Sam starred intently at the concrete road beneath his shoes.

"Come on, Sammy. If you don't tell us, how the hell are we ever going to know?"

"Yeah Sam," said Ted from somewhere behind the crouched trio. "It's not like we've had a first hand experience on this kind of thing or anything."

"Leave me alone," murmured Sam. Roger leaned into Sam as if he hadn't heard what he had said.

"What was that Sammy? You want us to walk you home?" And the trio giggled the way young childhood devils only can.

"Gosh Sam, we can't. My father forbids me to have ay contact with the devil or any of his faithless followers." Josh said.

"Yeah, and my mom would just hate me to get mixed in with the wrong crowd." added Roger.

"Yeah, like your mother, for one!" said Ted once again from behind them.

"No, like yours!" Sam growled through his teeth.

"What did you say to me!" asked a now anger Ted. Sam's eyes narrowed like they do when he's getting mad. Roger and Josh both slide away from his side. Sam bolted up and turned to face Ted. He decided that he couldn't just let these kids walk all over him. And besides, Dean was due to appear any second now.

"I said that your mother is a follower of the devil himself! I bet he's your father even! I mean, come on look at you!" Sam yelled and he pointed at Ted's face and started to laugh.

Ted did not take this so lightly and shoved Sam to the ground. He stood over Sam and started panting like he was a ragged animal, but he didn't start pounding on Sam and for the time being Sam was grateful. However, he was a Winchester through and through and he couldn't keep his mouth shut. This wasn't the first time that he had tried talking their game, but this was the first time that it had achieved some sort of power shift. And all the Winchester in him told him to persist, if he was going to go down, he'd put on a hell of a fight.

"Surely, Josh could tell you. He has special connections with this kind of thing. He's father's a preacher you know. He knows all about hell. I bet that's just where he was pulled from too!" And a right jab met his jaw.

Josh was on top of Sam in a matter of seconds. Sam responded with a jab to Josh's stomach and they were off. The two were a mix of fury, but Sam was clearly in the losing end. Sam was naturally a small and skinny kid and was no match for the slightly over the average weight Josh.

Around them, Roger and Ted were cheering Josh on and some how other kids that were walking home found themselves surrounding the excitement. Sam switches into the defense and starts trying to block Josh's blows rather then land a few of his own.

Dean pulls onto the side road leading to Sam's school. Instantly his stomach dropped and he pulled over just beside the roughly ten person mob. He turned off the car and hear d all the muffled scream and cheers. There were two boys in the middle that were loudly cheering for a Josh to beat the crap out of 'him'. Dean dashed into the group, knowing without forewarning that the 'him' was Sammy.

"Yo!" Dean yelled as he pushed through the kids to the center. There lied Sam beneath a kid that weighs roughly thirty pounds more than him. He was trying to roll away as Josh round on his face and ribs and stomach unceremoniously.

Dean reached down and pulled the little punk off his brother. This was a hard feat, that Josh kid was only a few inches shorter than Dean and could probably match his body weight and then some. Not knowing what had caused the disruption, Josh kept kicking Sam until Dean flipped him around and with one solid punch he landed a few inches from Sam's place on the ground.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" yelled Dean to the fat kid. He was radiating anger and the crowd noticed. As kids do in such tense situations were they wish to always appear as angels, the crowd fled. Dean noticed the two boys that were in the circle themselves screaming running off.

He reached out to stop them from leaving, demand some answers from someone, but only managed to grab a hold of Ted as Roger flew away with the rest of the kids. Josh was sprawled on the floor, looking up to Dean as he reached down and hauled Sam to his feet.

"Who the hell are you?" Josh said as he leaned up onto his elbows. Sam was standing beside this guy, brushing himself off, and the guy was looking pissed.

Choosing to completely ignore the kid still flat on his ass, Dean released the struggling Ted, flipping him so as he could see both boys at once.

"What the hell's going on here?" Dean asked. His voice was filled with venom and even if they didn't know what interest this guy had, they knew they were in trouble.

Sam stood slightly behind Dean watching as the anger rolled off in waves and kept the other two boys firmly in their places. Dean had already taken Josh out, something that Sam sure as heck couldn't do himself, and Ted would be a meaningless little obstacle in comparison.

None of the boys say anything and Dean isn't anymore calm, if that's what they were waiting for. Dean had settled back some with his arms crossed now and was looking between all three of the preteens.

"Since you seemed so animated before," Dean started talking straight to Ted. Ted slightly caught off guard, in took a sharp breath as Dean looked eyes with him. Dean's peripheral vision was watching Josh for any movement and Sammy because he was always doing that. "Why don't you go ahead and tell me what's happening here." And the way Dean said, it was neither a question nor a request, it was a command.

"I… I don't know anything." Ted started. He stopped immediately when what seemed like fire enter the hazel green color of Dean's eyes. Hazel green eyes like Sam's, which they had made fun of him for because they were 'pretty' like a girl's and they had called him girly for it.

Eyes like Sam's, oh shit, thought Ted as realization overtook his initial fear. He knew then that he and Josh were not going to like this one bit, but they were not going to be able to make a run for it like Roger had been able to do. Especially Josh, cause he can't run real well. And Ted was an okay friend in that he knew that if he left Josh – the ringleader- then Josh would be pissed like hell.

"I don't really have the time for this shit," Dean gritted out. To make his point even clearer, he took a step towards the boys and dropped his arms to his sides, hands forming noticeable fists.

Josh took that moment to try and stand up. His acuity was slightly shaken before from the impact that this guy had given him. He was by far slower than Ted and could still not see the real danger in the situation.

"Look," Josh said once on his feet. He was a bully through and through and he did not like to fall victim to the same down gazing feeling. His voice was as firm as a thirteen year old can make it and his gaze was slightly threatening. Of course it didn't match up to Dean's and it didn't come close to causing him to falter even slightly.

"This has nothing to do with you," Josh continued. "So, stop being all Good Samaritan and walk away now." Nothing.

No wait, Dean started to laugh. Not like, 'wow funny kid, that's cute' laugh. No, it was more of a cynical laughter. That seemed to throw Josh back some. Normally, if this had been an adult he would have been knee-deep in tears, fake of course, trying to pull himself from all kinds of trouble. But Dean was just some kid, albeit slightly taller and older, but some kid all the same.

"Man, you sure are stupid." Dean said clearly through a wide grin. And if Josh had an ounce of brain cells, he would turn tail and run. No such luck.

"So, look, I could care less what the hell happened here, but the outcomes of it I sure didn't like. Seemed like an unfair fight to me. You must weigh at least thirty pounds more than him. Could kill the kid by just sitting on him, couldn't you. And you had your little friends around, cheering you on and all. Keeping the other kids back but motivated. I know how it all works." Dean said, he took a step towards Josh, who actually took a step back.

No one had really ever tried to stop him before. It was common knowledge that he was a bully, but even the older kids knew that he could talk his way out of things, just because he was a preacher's kid.

But, no one had given Dean that memo.

"So, I'm going to say this, real short" step forward, "and sweet" another step "Stay away" right on Josh's face now "from Sam, or live to regret it. Got that?"

"Why the hell should I listen to you?" Josh asked, trying to get the firm tone back in his own voice.

"Because, I really hate it when dipshits like you start picking on my kid brother," Dean practically spat on his face.

Ok, now Josh got it. A little too late, but at least he got it.

"You're his brother?" Josh asked, no firmness in his voice now, all gone and given way to something akin to fear.

An evil smirk appeared on Dean's lips as he replied, "And don't you forget."

Dean turned around and walks back to Sam. Sam's looking back at his brother, cut lip and darkening eye and cheek. Dean turns back and looks back at both of the other boys.

"If anything happens to him, you will pay. Got that?" Dean asked again, same vengeance driven voice but he turned and walked over to the Impala. Sam was right on his heels and not even a few seconds later they were peeling out.

Ted and Josh stood silently there looking at the where Dean had last stood. Ted broke the stillness by going over to his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder.

"Guess he's not as defenseless as we thought," Ted said looking back to Josh. He walked over to where Josh was now standing having picked up his own bag. "Well, guess Sam's out of the picture now." Ted said referring to the numerous kids that they constantly picked on – rather then the kids that they would just bump into and mess around with for a little while. Sam had been there favorite pick recently, but there were still others.

"Teddy, are you kidding me." Josh said rubbing his jaw. "This little heroic act of his brother just made him my main target." Josh said. He turned around and headed back to the direction of the school and his home further down. "You coming over?" Josh called back to the motionless Ted.

Ted was looking back to where the Chevy had been. He remembered the look of Sam's brother and slightly shivered. He was no chicken shit, but he knew he wouldn't be able to take this kid, especially if he was mad. He could tell that this guy would make good on his threat and really, really hated to think about what Josh was planning against Sam.

He still hated the kid, but damn if it meant that they stop pestering him and he never see that brother of his again against his brother coming back and beating them all to pulp, well there really was no competition. At least not in his mind…

"Yeah," he called back as he rushed to catch up wit his friend.

…Josh was a different story.


the next chapter, I will be getting towards the supernatural :D...until then, please review!