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A/N: Howdy! So tonight's one shot isn't my thanksgiving one, but it's still one people may enjoy. It's also a reader request from long ago-- AND an idea that many people have said that they'd like to see. It's a small one shot about Dean getting into a fight. Haha, it may not be what you all expect, but I had fun with it, and I hope you have fun reading it. Enjoy!

Title: Saturday Afternoon
Genre: Action!
Summary: Sam is playing at a park while Dean looks on. Suddenly three guys come along who want much more than to play with young Sammy...

Saturday Afternoon

Dean sat bored on the bench with a comic book in hand that he'd read at least a dozen times. The sun shone brightly on his jeans, and the warm breeze brushed away at his shaggy, light brown hair. Beside him were two bikes; one laying haphazardly on the ground, and the other, smaller, standing neatly with the kickstand holding it up. The smaller bike; blue with red designs, belonged to eight year old Sam, while the larger, black bike belonged to thirteen year old Dean. The younger of the two brothers currently was playing on the equipment in the park that the two had gone to. John had made Dean go with Sam, not wanting the youngest to go by himself, and now Dean found himself waiting, surprisingly patiently, on the bench as his brother played with some local kids.

"Dean, come play!" Sam waved his arms from the top of a tower on one side of the play set, "We're gonna play tag!"

"I'm good," Dean held up his comic, "I'm just reading-- have fun Sammy!"

Sam shrugged and went back to playing. Dean loved these moments-- Sam had long ago been introduced to the world of demons and evil, and yet the young boy could still be a kid and play simple games like tag. Dean continued to sit there for another fifteen minutes, randomly reading his comic while at the same time keeping an eye on Sam. The kid was smart, though lately had been annoyingly accident prone. He had also been having trouble with some of the local older kids-- ones that were Dean age, and so it was when these older kids arrived at the park at just past two on that Saturday that Dean tensed.

"Hey Winchester!" the taller of the three boys; Trevor, yelled towards Sam, "Where's your brother?"

"Here!" Dean called out, stepping into view before Sam could say anything.

A short, pudgier boy named Al started to climb up the equipment towards where Sam and two of his friends stood, "He asked shorty, not you."

"Leave him alone," Dean threatened slowly walking closer.

The last boy, Adam, laughed, "Or what? We heard that you beat that fifth grader the other day Dean-- try picking on someone your own size."

"Like you?" Dean eyed Sam, mentally seeing if there was an escape from Al coming closer to him.

"Well we'll see after we show your little brother what it's like to have the crap beaten out of him by someone older," Al cracked his knuckles, "'Cause that kid you broke the nose of? That was my brother."

"Oh you gotta be kidding," Dean breathed before speaking loudly, "Then it's me you want-- not him. And I swear-- if you even touch my little brother, I'll break the nose of everyone in your family."

"Dean," Sam's voice finally broke through just as Al made it to the top, "Dean, just go-- get Dad."

"I'm not leaving you Sammy," anger and determination was laced in Dean's voice as Trevor and Adam advanced on him.

Sam stood, protecting his two friends with his arms stretched out on either side. Dean's heart slowly sped up-- there was no way this was going to end good. The thought had no sooner washed through his mind before everything happened. It all happened so quickly, and Dean wouldn't know until hours later what exactly happened. Trevor yelled from in front of Dean in a fit of rage, and in the mere second that Dean took his eyes off of his brother, he heard Sam scream and then a solid thump.

"Sammy!" Dean cried out.

Looking over, he saw Sam laying on the ground at the bottom of the tower which he'd been cornered on. While his attention was drawn away, Trevor pounced at Dean followed quickly by Adam. Punches were thrown, and Dean was vaguely aware of the fact that Al had jumped down from the tower to finish off his work with Sam. It was at that time that the Winchester's training in fighting came into play as it wasn't even fifteen seconds after the two teens jumped Dean that Dean had them both laying on the ground; blood coming from both their mouths and noses. Dean got a shock then, as almost as soon as he was sure that he had his two assailants under control, Al came running over to his friends sporting his own split lip.

"Come on!" Al grabbed the arm of Trevor, "Lets get out of here," he turned towards Dean, "This isn't over Winchester!"

"You better hope it is!" Dean shouted, wiping the blood from his face.

Frantically he turned his head over to where Sam was, and saw his little brother crouched to the ground, his friends from the playground rushing over to him now.

"Sammy!" Dean called out, worry evident in his voice.

Sam looked up at Dean, "Dean!"

"That was so cool!" one of the kids exclaimed, his eyes wide, "You guys got them away! And Sam-- even after he pushed you off, you got Al… he's one of the toughest kids in middle school!"

Dean rushed over, and bent down to his knees to be eye level with Sam. Carefully he pulled his little brother's face up to get a better look. The youngest looked to have a black eye slowly appearing, and a small trickle of blood crept out of his nose.

"Sammy," Dean held tight to his arms, "Are you hurt?"

"My knee," Sam mumbled out, "When he pushed me-- I fell on my knee."

Dean looked down at his brother's leg and winced; the pant leg was covered in blood and the rip through the jeans showed a large cut; blood and dirt mixed together within.

"God…" Dean whispered out, swallowing back the lump in his throat, "I'm so sorry Sammy…"

"Why?" Sam questioned as Dean supported him towards the bench and away from the crowd of kids.

"Because this is my fault," Dean admitted, "That kid, Al, his little brother was laughing at the fact that we didn't have a Mom the other day, and I clocked him one. If I hadn't, these guys wouldn't have gone after you."

Sam looked down at his feet, "I would have hit him too."

Dean laughed, "Yeah, I bet that would have worked out great."

"Hey," Sam defended, using his sleeve to wipe the blood from his nose, "I got rid of Al today!"

"True," Dean admitted, "But you also played superman today with your nice leap from the tower."

"It wasn't a leap, it was a push," Sam corrected.

"Either way, we gotta get you to a doctor," Dean frowned as he again looked down at the hurt leg, "Come on Sammy."

"What about the bikes?" Sam asked, "I can't ride it."

"That's ok," Dean shook his head dismissively, "We'll call Dad, and he can come pick us up."

"Ok."

"You did good Sammy," Dean whispered squeezing Sam's shoulder affectionately.

The two brother's stood up, Dean's arm firmly around Sam to support him on the trek across the field. It wasn't the first fight Dean had been in, and he knew it wouldn't be the last. But the one thing he did know was that he'd never been as proud of Sammy as he was at that moment.

The End.