New Story. not a lot of dialogue in this first chapter, but there will be more in the next, i promise. Not sure how many chapters i'm doing, yet. But let me know what you think!
Dean - 17
Sam - 13
"Sammy!"
Sam woke groggily, hearing Dean yelling his name. He knew it was time to get up for school. They'd been at this school 3 weeks, still no call from John on when he'd be back.
"Rise and shine, Sammy." Dean said, coming into the room. He hit his brother's leg softly while walking to his bed, beginning to make the bed.
Sam laughed. "What's gotten into you? Since when do you make your bed?" Sam asked, still giggling.
"Since dad called and said he'd be home soon. Can't wait to get out of this god forsaken place, Sammy." You and me both, Sam thought.
Sam rolled out of bed, doing his morning routine.
He showered, brushed his teeth, and ate breakfast. While Sam was doing his usual thing, Dean cleaned up around the house. Usually, if the house wasn't clean, they'd have to stay a few extra days to clean it. Dean hated the place they were in now, and thought ahead.
"When did dad call?" Sam asked while eating.
"Few minutes before I woke you up. Sounded busy, as usual. Sorry, Sammy." He knew how much Sam wanted to talk to their father.
Sam slipped his shoes on.
They only lived a few blocks down, and Sam hated the bus, so he usually hitched a ride with Dean. Dad, of course, took the Impala. But he left Dean an old junker car, instead.
Sam hopped in the car, waiting for Dean. He was picking at the scab on his arm.
Roddnie...Sam thought.
One of the main reasons Sam hated this new school was Roddnie Parker. He was, at least, 200 pounds, two times taller than Sam, and was over all fatter than skinny. Roddnie would pick on Sam for very little things. How he had a "big bad brother", how he had daddy issues, his hair. Roddnie would also hit and kick Sam. Roddnie would call his beatings 'The After School Special', seeing as he beat on Sam after school.
Roddnie knew many things about the Winchesters from others at the school. That is, except for hunting. Roddnie knew about Sam's mother, but hadn't dared to cross that line. Not yet, anyway.
"Sammy, quit pickin at that, your gonna make it bleed." Dean said.
Sam was pulled out of his thoughts. Dean had gotten into the car and was looking at what Sam was picking. Sam pulled his shirt sleeve down at once.
"What's that from?" Dean asked suspiciously.
"Nothing, just tripped. You know I'm clumsy." Sam said coolly.
Yeah, you got that one on the head, Dean thought.
Dean let it go, starting up the truck.
Sam had many more scabs and scars from Roddnie, but they were mostly where he could cover. The ones that he couldn't easily cover were covered by a fine layer of costume store make up. Sam had bought it for a dollar, thinking it as an easy cover up.
Sam sighed, relieved that his brother knew nothing about the beatings he took from Roddnie.
Sam, Dean knew, was picked on often because of his quietness and mysteriousness. Also, Sam was a smart kid, which made him, apparently, a nerd in school. He never had many friends, and was often bullied. Dean, when seeing this happening, would have a go at the bully, trying to ward off the thing that threatened to hurt his little brother.
Sam hated when Dean did this. He knew that Dean cared, but he hated how he couldn't be normal at any school. He would always be the 'freaky kid with a knife collection' or 'the freaky kid with a paranoid and ignorant brother'. Sam wanted nothing but to be normal. Just once.
Wanting normal, Sam hid the scars, bruises, and scabs hidden. He knew that Dean cared, but Sam wanted to be normal. So he kept this from Dean.
Dean backed out of the drive way.
They were headed back to school, a place Sam would love to refer to as hell.