Disclaimer ; Song mentioned belongs to someone who isnt me...not sure who the orginal is, but Kenny Rodgers was the version i was listening to... "She Believes in me" is the song.

A/N: Okie I wanna thank Helinahandcart, lollypopsxcandycanes and winchesterwannabe for reviewing!

hope this lives up your expectations!

love and sunshine

K

xox

Dean sighed happily as he waved Kayla off into her mother's arms at the door. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, the music was humming through the speakers. Humming? Dean thought, realising that it wasn't his usual music that was blasting through the speakers, no loud drums, not guitar rifts. Just a piano and some old guys voice. Dean found himself curiously turning up the dial. His brow furrowed in confusion, who in their right mind sings about going out all night then going back to their girl? Dean froze as he looked at the speakers in horror. Was someone stalking him? Seriously. Cause these daft songs don't just play. Sammy will tease me merciless if he finds out about this. Dean shook his head but let the song embed into his brain, even singing along with the chorus. It doesn't exactly apply to me but I know how that guy feels. Dean decided. I know how it feels to have someone believe in you. Dean smiled as the thought of Kayla crossed his mind and the fact that in less than ten hours he would be able to see her again. But he would do more from now on, not just a simple "Hi!" In the corridor. He would treat her like his girlfriend and if his so called friends didn't like that, then screw them, when he had her, he didn't need them, "She believes in me, have to remember the name of that song." Dean announced to the emptiness of the Impala.

Dean's smile was firmly in place when he parked the Impala and walked up the stairs to the little apartment they were staying at until Dean graduated and Sammy's school year finished. "Sammy it's me." Dean announced as he pulled his jacket off and toed off his boots.

"'Kay." came the slightly muffled reply and Dean's smile instantly changed to a sheer look of confusion and worry as he made his way into his little brother's room.

"Sammy?" Dean looked around the door, to be met with the sight of his not-so-little thirteen year old brother curled in on himself, facing away from the door, body shaking with sobs. "Sammy?" Dean said quietly crossing the threshold and placing his hand on Sam's shoulder. Dean slowly turned his brother towards him, pushing his bangs out of his eyes. "What's wrong Sammy? Come on talk to me." Dean made sure to keep his voice gentle so as not to upset him further.

"Nothing." Sam tried to turn away from Dean only to have himself hauled up into a sitting position then into Dean's arms.

"Don't Bull shit me Sammy." Dean warned as he wiped his brother's fallen tears.

"I don't wanna go back there." Sam began to sob harder and let our a hiss when Dean adjusted his hold on him to pull him closer. Dean kinked and eyebrow and made to lift Sam's shirt up when Sam pressed down on the bottom of it.

"Sammy. Lift up your shirt." Dean asked and Sam furiously shook his head, hot tears burning down his young cheeks. "You do it or I will." Dean shudder when he realised how much he sounded like his father. Sam sat up and peeled his top up revealing an extremely bruised torso to Dean. "What happened?" Stay calm Dean.

"I..um..." Sam broke down into sobs again and Dean held him to him and let him cry. Who ever had did this to Sam would know exactly how eating through a straw would feel.

Just as Dean had gotten Sam to sleep he heard the eerie click of the door opening and grabbed for the .45 that was laying on the dresser, and slipped silently out of the room and towards the kitchenette where he could see the person or thing that had just entered the apartment without them seeing him. Locking eyes on his target Dean stood against the wall nd let it pass before lunging at it, pressing it face first against the wall.

"Uh, you mind letting me go son?" John's muffled voice vibrated through the arm Dean was using to hold him against the wall and Dean let go stepping back.

"Sorry sir." he flipped the safety back onto the gun and tucked it into the waistband of his jeans. "um, you didn't call, I didn't know it was you." Dean prayed that his father hadn't called when he was out.

"I know, the school called earlier, one of the teachers had to step in to stop Sammy getting into some trouble outside the library today. He wouldn't let them help him and refused to let them contact myself or you. Where is he?" John asked in his sergeants tone.

"He's asleep dad, what kind of trouble?" Dean had to know what trouble Sammy was in before he spilled to his dad about the bruising.

"He was being attacked." John's voice broke at the words, he would give anything not to bass the blame onto Dean, he knew he would take it that way. John watched Dean's jaw silently working.

"He's pretty badly beaten up dad. They made sure not to go for his face though, I'm so sorry." Dean's words were a ramble and he cursed himself for showing weakness in front of his father.

"Dean, this is not your fault son, no one blames you. Listen. Go to bed and get some rest, I think we'll wait until the weekend before we leave, should give me enough tome to find a school cause its the holidays after all." John offered a smile to Dean who nodded miserably and headed out to his room.

"Morning Dean." John Winchesters gruff voice greeted his semi clothed eldest. "I've done some thinking about last night." Dean met John's eyes as he slipped onto the little chair.

"Yeah?" Dean tried to hide the fact that he wasn't completely torn up about leaving and the fact that he didn't get any sleep the night before.

"Now, don't lie to me on this but you've found someone here haven't you? Even though I warned you not to get attached? John asked quietly. Dean didn't know quite how to answer that.

"yes, sir." he admitted, all the while staring at the wooden table top.

"Well first thing you do today is go and tell her that you don't wanna see her anymore and end it." John was back in sergeant mode and Dean felt the sharp pain at the thought of being separated from his Kayla. Dean swallowed around the lump of tears that had formed in his throat and tried to just breathe.

"Sam." John spoke when Sam made it into the kitchenette.

"Morning, Sir." Sam nodded and sat down slowly at the table, dropping his book bag and staring at the bowl of cereal Dean poured for him.

"Sam you're not going to school for the rest of the week, anything you need or anything you want taken to and from school Dean will do it for you." Dean's head bowed between his shoulders.

"Why cant I go into school?" Sam looked confused before turning on Dean. "You told him didn't you?" Sam bellowed and glared at Dean.

"No, he didn't, the school did." John came and sat at the edge of the table and looked at Sam. "Why didn't you tell either one of us?" John asked and Sam looked at Dean who flicked him an look and walked away to get dressed.

"Cause, I'm happy here." Sam lied and John laughed.

"You didn't say anything cause Dean's happy here is that not the truth? John questioned his youngest and Sam stared at the table this time. "Well nice try kiddo but we're leaving." John said firmly and with that he got up and walked into the living room to make the call.

Dean swallowed when he got out of the Impala and saw her walking towards him. Usually she would see him and that would be that a smile to start his day and they would meet up that night. She was from another world to him. She was from the normal world. "Hey Dean!" some blonde cheerleader with massive breasts called and Dean rolled his eyes. "Missed you at the bonfire." her heavily made up eyelashes were batting in his face and he removed her hand from his arm when he saw Kayla smile sadly and walk away.

"Kayla!" Dean yelled after her, causing her to turn back. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked and reached out for her, his fingers wrapping around her upper arm and reeling her into him.

"Dean, we're at school... people could see you." Kayla whispered quietly.

"So? Let them see!" Dean exclaimed before pulling her into his arms and taking her lips in a tender kiss. As Kayla's fingers wove through his hair he allowed himself to believe that everything would be okay.