Dean woke up at 6:00 in the morning. He needed to go work out. Dean grabbed keys from the counter in the kitchen. He tried to pick them up, quietly for Sam. Sam stayed up studying all night, so Dean knew he would be exhausted. He walked out their apartment. They could have used the college dorm, but it was extremely expensive, and the apartment was cheaper anyway. Not like he'd tell Sam the reason why.

Dean left the building and walked to his car. A '67 Chevy impala. A beauty that his dad got him for his 18th birthday. He unlocked the door and lowered himself in the driver's seat. This car was (despite having an apartment), Dean's home. Dean and Sam lived in this car for years when his dad disappeared a couple years ago, until Sam graduated so they could both go to college. Dean couldn't leave him alone and go to college as soon as he graduated. Not only did Sam have no family (their mother died shortly after he was born), but he had no friends. He was kind of awkward looking, and extremely smart, getting A's in every grade. He even got a scholarship to our college. Dean decided that he could get a job and they could rent hotels, sleep in his car, or maybe spend the night with one of dean's friends. Dean just couldn't leave Sam, especially because of how often Sam got bullied.

Sam wasn't necessarily weak, but he had the morals of a preacher which made him only stand up for himself when he felt he was in real danger. Dean tried to tell him that it'd only get worse but his brother just shook it off.

Dean thought of the scars all the jerks from school left on his baby brothers body. He dropped an unknowing tear thinking about a night when his brother coming home limping, both eyes bruised, and blood all of his clothes. Dean took him to the hospital to find out he had a broken rib. Sam said it was most of the football team that dragged him to an abandoned street and beat him to a pulp.
Breaking a rib is nothing compared to what Dean did to them. He warned them what would happen if they tried.

Flashback.
"Hurt my brother and you will regret it." Dean warned, looking the group of infamous football bullies straight in the eyes in school hallway. It was Dean's ending senior year, and Sam's ending freshman year.
The group of husky football players snickered. Dean was the linebacker for the school football team, which should have gave him some authority in the situation, but they must have thought that since dean was going to be graduating that year, that he would be gone after that.
Boy were they mistaken.
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Dean drove to the gym down the block. He went to the desk and showed his membership card to the girl that worked there. He stepped on the treadmill to warm up. 10 minutes. 5% uphill. Setting: medium. Dean didn't like watching TV in the gym so he turned on his iPod. Dean had no idea what his taste in music is anymore. He loved the old rock, now he was going towards modern music. He actually turned on his radio and tuned it to a top 40 station. And liked it.

He was almost done with the treadmill. He moved to the weights. He spent an hour physically pushing himself. Dean could feel the sweat on his forehead, rolling down his back, and his armpits were soaked. Every bone and muscle was sore and he loved it.

He took a shower in the gym shower. He specifically chose this gym and paid for this expensive gym with his own money because it has separate showers for guys. No giant room where everyone saw each other naked. Dean took off his shirt. He couldn't help but poke at himself. Even though he had a six-pack, Dean couldn't not notice the fat that extended from his stomach. Dean sighed and proceeded to take off the rest of his clothes. He turned the shower on warm, and stepped in.

Dean was leaning against the shower wall when he felt his head start throbbing. "Not now!" Dean yelled. He held his head in pain. But it was too late. It was already happening.

Dean held a bat. The same bloody bat they used on his brother. Anger rushed through him. He had blood on his hands. He squeezed the bat tighter to feel it go in between his fingers. In front of him was two scared bullies who finally got what was coming to them. He could hear the police cars coming. Somebody must have heard the screams.

"Look, we didn't think he would get that hurt..." the burly one pleaded. Dean had to finish this quick. No pity was taken.

That night, Dean made sure no one ever touched Sam again. Ever.

Dean looked up from his cowering position in the shower. He hated when he had painful flashbacks. He turned off the shower and got dressed quickly. He looked at his cell phone for the time. 7:40? Damn. He only had 20 minutes left...guess there's no time for breakfast.

Dean headed towards class, with an empty but pleasant stomach sensation. Not really knowing why he enjoyed it so much.