AN: Sorry got the very slow updates. I got caught up with summer and starting my final year in high school. This is all very scary but this fic should be finished very soon. I'm thinking another chapter and an epilogue. Please enjoy this chapter and leave a review for me!

Disclaimer: I sadly don't own any of these characters although I wish I did

Sam arrived at school late having not seen Sherlock since the incident. Sam saw Sherlock through his lessons, and whenever he tried to talk to him, he completely ignored him.

His heart sank at lunchtime when he entered the dining hall and saw Sherlock sat on the same table as John Watson. Their hands were clasped together and they smiled lovingly at each other. Sam stopped and stared at them across the room. His heart hammered in his chest and he tried to hold back the tears that he could already feel stinging the back of his eyes.

Sherlock glanced over and his eyes caught Sam's. He saw the pain and betrayal in his eyes but he knew that he could no longer trust him. John had been and always would be Sherlock's first love and he expected that it counted for something. No matter what went on between them, Sherlock knew that he would never stop loving John. His relationship with Sam, if he could even call it that, was only something that helped to mask the pain of losing John as his lover. Sherlock knew that Sam definitely was his friend but he didn't feel like they could be anything more. He felt guilty for stringing Sam along with him but at least he had his first true love back.

Sam jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked up to see his brother with a wide grin on his face.

"Heya Sammy!" Dean smiled as his eyes looked around the hall. The smile soon fell when his eyes landed on Sherlock with his hand in John freaking Watson's.

"Can we go somewhere else, please?" Dean looked back at Sam when he heard his pain-filled voice ask the question.

Dean crouched to Sam's level and pulled him into a tight hug, his hands running through his floppy bangs. "It's okay, little brother. You're gonna be okay."

It wasn't easy, that was for sure. Seeing Sherlock everywhere around school with his hand in John's wasn't easy. John seemed to be enjoying it a lot. Every time he saw Sam's distraught face, he would wrap his arm around Sherlock's shoulder or he would pull him close and kiss him.

Sam couldn't cope with this anymore. His heart pounded each time he laid eyes on his first love and his eyes filled with tears when John did something. Sherlock didn't seem to realise that John was just doing this to make Sam jealous.

It was a Friday lunchtime when it started. Sam innocently walked through the cafeteria in search of his brother or at least an empty seat. He felt someone slam into him and his bowl of soup spilt over said person's t-shirt.

"I'm sorry...I..." Sam broke off when John Watson rose from the floor, glaring at Sam with fury and malice in his eyes.

"You little bitch." He snarled. "You're so fucking blind you can't see where you're walking or when a person doesn't love you!"

The words panged sadness in Sam's heart and he hurried out of the cafeteria, John calling after his fleeing form.

"I'll get you for this!"

Sam sat outside on the bleachers, holding his head in his hands. He heard footsteps near him and looked up.

"What's up, kiddo?" Dean asked gently and sat down next to him.

"Nothing," Sam mumbled. "Why are you here?"

"I can't just come and hang with my adorable little brother?" Dean spoke in an innocent manner. Sam raised an eyebrow. "Okay...I have a reason. I'm going back to Rhonda Hurley's house tonight so I won't be able to drive you home."

"Oh...okay then." Sam spoke uneasily. Dean seemed to notice Sam's uncertainty and moved to crouch in front of him.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing...I just like our drives." Sam smiled shyly.

"I promise, it's only for tonight and the walk back home will be twenty minutes tops. Just, make sure you call me when you get home."

"Okay, Dean. I promise."

The final bell rang and Sam hurried to pack his bag and get out of that hell hole. School was quickly becoming his least favourite thing and he had decided that he would much rather be hunting than going into school and facing Sherlock and John every day.

He pulled on his thin, denim jacket and threw his backpack over his shoulder. He headed out of the school and started on his walk home. Sam pulled his jacket around him to shield himself from the cold. It felt like something was wrong. He quickened his pace, wanting to get home fast. He pulled his phone out of the pocket and dialled Dean's number, his finger hovering over the call button 'just in case', he told himself.

"Sam Winchester!" He heard a familiar voice sing after him. His heart felt like it was in the back of his throat and he turned slowly to see John with a group of his friends; Sherlock was nowhere in sight and Sam prayed that he wasn't part of this.

"I told you I'd get you for what you did at lunch." John snarled.

"I...I told you I was s-sorry." Sam silently cursed himself for the way his voice shook. He didn't know why he was so scared when he had taken on things much bigger and more frightening than this group of bullies.

"You still did it!" John shouted and he and his friends began to move forward.

Sam turned and ran, hearing pounding footsteps running after him. He pressed the call button on his phone and held it to his ear as it rang and he willed Dean to pick up.

"Sammy, you home already?" The tinny voice reached Sam's ear. "Not bad, speedy. I thought you'd..."

"Dean, shut up a minute!" Sam panted as he ran. "I need help! I'm being chased...I'm unarmed...I can't...please Dean!"

"Sam, I'm on my way. Just stay calm and tell me where you are." Sam could hear the fear in Dean's voice.

"I'm...I'm two blocks from the apartment. They're fast though!"

"They? Sam, who is 'they'?" Sam heard Dean get into the Impala and start the engine. This sparked hope in his heart that Dean would get here in time and save him.

Just as Sam was about to answer, someone slammed into his back and tackled him to the ground. The phone slipped from his grasp and bounced away from his across the tarmac. He grunted as he hit the floor and rolled over onto his back. One of the gang straddled his hips and pinned his arms to the ground. The rest of the gang stood over him, sneering down at his helpless form.

"Please..." Sam pleaded. "I've never done anything to you!"

"You've been a pain in my ass for far too long, Winchester." John replied with a twisted grin. "It's time that we put you in your place."

Sam felt hands grab his hair and tug his back along the rough surface of the pavement. He scratched at the hands and shouted until his voice was hoarse and sore. Nobody came to rescue him. He whimpered in pain as he was dropped unceremoniously in the alley way, out of the way of passers-by. His heart hammered against his ribcage and he held his arms up to protect himself from the hits and kicks that rained down upon him. It wasn't too long before darkness welcomed him.

Dean's heart thundered and he felt his blood rush to his ears when he heard Sam cry out and the malicious voices of his attackers in the background. He pressed his foot harder on the accelerator, uncaring about the fact that he was going far over the speed limit. He prayed that he would get there in time and cursed himself for going off with Rhonda Hurley. All she had wanted was to see how he looked in a pair of pink panties. He would never admit how much he had liked it, but right now, his reason from breathing was in trouble and he needed to rescue him.

The Impala skidded to a halt exactly where Sam had said; two blocks away from the apartment. He jumped out of the car and ran down the street. His eyes scanned up and down, searching for his brother. He yelled his name repeatedly but was met with no reply. He gasped when he spotted Sam's phone and picked it up, looking around. He looked up the alleyways and sighed with both relief and fear when he saw his brother curled up against the wall. He hurried to his side and pulled his limp, bloody body into his arms.

"Sammy?" He tapped Sam's face and almost cried when Sam moaned softly. He scooped his ever-growing brother into his arms and carried him carefully to the car, laying him in the back seat. "You're gonna be okay, little brother."

Dean knew that he couldn't take Sam to the hospital as much as he wanted to. He was still underage and the CPS would get involved and could potentially take Sam away. He drove as fast as he could back to the apartment and carried Sam inside. He laid his brother down on the bed and set to work stripping off his clothes and cleaning the blood from his skin. His stomach twisted when he saw the collection of blacks and blues that mottles Sam's chest. He opened Sam's eyelid and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Sam didn't have a concussion. He lightly kissed Sam's forehead and slid into bed next to him.

"I promise, this won't ever happen again, Sammy."

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