Hey guys! Little note: I'm not American so it came naturally for me to say mum. I just kind of noticed this now so bear in mind this is set in America. Thanks guys! Love you all and more chapters on the way!

Sam could hear before he could see anything. The honks of traffic passing by ,the scraping of a chair and muffled voices. Sam sat there for a moment, contemplating weather he wanted to get up. The voices stopped and Sam figured he was alone, so he forced his heavy eyes open. After a few seconds the black fuzzy figurines sharpened and he squinted his eyes.
"Sam. What the hell do you think you were doing getting yourself put
in hospital!" Someone yelled.

Sam rubbed his eyes and make a small choking sound when he realised where he was. In the foster home, with his foster mum leaning over him and foster brothers scoffing from the other side of the room.
"Do I need any medication?" Sam asked in a small voice. His foster mum, Jen, turned from angry to... Very angry.

"Sam, are you serious? You wake up from a day coma and you're thinking about yourself! The cops could have taken Kent and Joe away for your little 'telling the truth sessions'" Jen glanced nervously at the two young men smirking from the sofa.

"Yeah, Sammy boy, it was just a small kick to the stomach. Big deal about nothing!" Kent raised his eyebrows and looked to Joe who nodded. Silence reigned the shabby flat until Sam suddenly thought about something.
"Where's Dean?"

"The boy who took you to the stupid hospital? He left. Guess he couldn't stand the sight of you." Joe said cruelly. Sam inwardly sighed. He didn't really know Dean, but he was the first one to reallytalk to him out of their own accord and he hated to think anyone hated him. He already had enough of that.
"Get downstairs Sam," Jen continued "It's school time."
Sam swallowed and gingerly got up on shaky legs from his tatty bed. Joe and Kent got up to, and began pushing and shoving Sam on his way down the stairs.
"Please can you stop!" Sam yelled, a sudden burst of energy washing through him. Joe looked strangely calm as he swung a massive fist at Sam's face.

Dean sighed heavily. As usual, he was having no fun at school. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see Sam making his way over to an empty desk at the back of the room.

"Sam! Over here!" Dean shouted, beckoning to the empty seat next to him. If they were both going to be lonely they might as well be lonely
together. Sam kept his head down and quietly slid into the seat next to Dean

"So... Do you feel any better?" Dean asked. Sam sighed silently and nodded.

"Sorry that you had to find me like that." Sam mumbled.

"It's okay, I've seen worse." Dean chuckled. Sam looked up suddenly and smiled.
"Thanks." Sam said seriously. Dean grinned but then stopped immediately when he saw Sam's eye. It was swollen and was the entire skin around the eye was a massive black bruise.

"What the hell happened to your eye when I left?!" Dean burst out.
Sam recoiled In shock and quickly arranged his long hair so it fell in front of his eye.

"I tripped." Sam muttered. Dean raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, right. You know you're a rubbish lier." Dean said and brushed back Sam's hair to take a closer look.

"I did. Someone tripped me up." Which was half true, because Joe did shove a fist in his face. Dean looked like he wanted to say more but stopped himself. It wasn't his business to pry.

"So... Why are you in this is class? Or are you just ridiculously
small for your age?" Dean asked. Sam smiled slightly.

"I'm thirteen and I'm in early year eights. But they moved me up because I'm to..." Sam trailed off, not wanting to sound like he was boasting.

"Smart?" Dean answered for him. Sam nodded and instead of being jeered
at, Dean's eyes glinting like he was proud and he grinned.

"Awesome. Wish I has your brains!"

"Hey Sam!"Sam spun around in horror and saw some of Joe and Kent's friend standing behind him. Sam stumbled backwards into the wall as Isaac, one of Joe's punks pushed him up against one of the walls. Sam struggled against their hold and kicking him in the shins. Isaac whinnied in pain and he backed away.

Sam started running but the group was hot on his heels. Sam sprinted out of the school building and intothe school playground. Suddenly Sam's running was cut short when his face rammed into someone's shirt.

"Sam?" Dean gaped. Sam looked up in terror and quickly buried his face in Dean's shirt.

"What the-" Dean was cut off short by Sam's mumbling.

"Huh?"

"Pretend I'm not here!" Sam spluttered. Dean pushed Sam behind his back, all the while a questioning look on his face. When the group had ran by, Dean pulled Sam out of his hold and stared at him.

"Well?"

"Umm... Just got into some trouble..." Sam murmured. Sam Suddenly put a hand to his head and made a frustrated noise.

"Damnit! I'm late! They're gonna kill me!" Sam yelled, then pulled away from Dean's hold and continued his sprint back home.

TBC...