The rest of break was… interesting.

For starters, Sam hid away in the bedroom for most of it. He only came out for food or to use the bathroom, and even then that was when he knew Bobby or Dean couldn't catch him. He was mad. Mad at himself, mad at Brooke, mad at everything.

Dean on the other hand was having a hard time coming to reality that he'd have to go back and face his mistakes. He tried calling Kelly to check in but kept getting a voicemail saying she was out of town for the holidays and that she'd call when she'd come back.

And before both of them knew it, the first day back of the new year was here.

"Dude is that my hoodie?" Dean asked. Sam had just come waltzing down the stairs in a hoodie that before break would have been too big, but now seemed to fit just fine. Between his long bangs and the hood on his head, Dean wouldn't have even recognized him as his little brother.

Sam just shrugged and grabbed his bag.

"Are you sure you are okay to drive?" Bobby asked.

"Yes," Dean responded annoyed, "God, would you stop babying me?"

"Oh don't act like you don't like it."

"Can we just freaking get this over with?" Sam snapped. Both Bobby and Dean glared at him in shock.

"It speaks," Dean said, trying to make a joke.

Sam walked out the front door, slamming it shut.

"Someone's on his period."

"I bet you we'll hear a lot about it later," Bobby added.

Dean sighed and grabbed his bag and followed his brother.


Dean walked down the halls of the high school. Everyone was extremely hyper today, seeing friends and teachers they missed over the two weeks, bragging about how they spent their holidays, exchanging last minute gifts and showing off what they got.

No one noticed Dean. It was like he wasn't even there. Until Kelly walked over.

"Hey," she said. It was all she said, but it told so much more.

"Hey."

"I miss you."

"Are we ever going to talk about it?"

"Can't we just move past it? I mean, you're talking about something that happened last year."

Kelly tried to fake a smile. Dean bit his lip and dropped his head.

"Not funny, huh?" she asked.

"Not even in the least bit."

"I do really like you Dean. Maybe even love. Can you give me a second chance?"

"Of course."

"Thanks. It was kind of my resolution to apologize and make up with you."

"You have nothing to apologize for," he said, reaching for her hand. Kelly looked down and that's when she saw the cut on his wrist.

"Oh my god," she said, a little bit louder than she should have. People turned around.

"It's nothing," Dean said, suddenly becoming self conscious and pulling his sleeve down.

"I should go," Kelly said, running off past him.

"Kelly!"


Sam walked into his class and ran straight to his desk. Everyone took notice, mostly because of the height difference and the fact that he was still wearing his black hood.

"Hoods off Mr. Winchester," the teacher said. Sam ignored him. Not on purpose, just didn't seem to click in his mind.

"Hoods off," the teacher warned again. Sam put his head down. He was so not in the mood.

"First day back and we are already causing trouble I see."

Sam felt the hood get pulled off of his head.

"Fuck off," he said, not realizing it was out loud.

Next thing Sam knew, he was in after school detention.


Dean sighed loudly when he got into the Impala. Things were going super well with Kelly until she freaked out and Dean hadn't seen her since. And he looked.

He drove down to the middle school and parked across the street like usual. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for Sam to come storming in and slamming doors again. But when he opened his eyes, he noticed most of the school cleared out and no Sam in sight.

"Fucking kid."

Dean stepped out into the cold and went inside the school.

"Excuse me, I'm supposed to pick up my brother. Any chance you can call for him?"

"What's his name?" the lady in the office asked.

"Sam Winchester."

She typed on her computer for a few minutes.

"Says here he was checked into detention."

Dean's eyes almost popped out of his head.

"For what?"

"Looks like not following school rules and being disrespectful to a teacher."

"Are you sure you got the right Sam Winchester?"

"No mistake. Sorry honey."

"Bobby is gonna skin that kid alive," Dean mumbled. He walked out of the school and drove home. No sense in waiting around.


Detention was let out and Sam booked it for the parking lot. He wanted nothing more to get out of there, yet he knew home with Dean and Bobby was the last place to be.

"Hey nerd!" he heard behind him. Sam winced. Shane Parker. The same Shane Parker Sam just spent one hour with in detention. "Fancy seeing your face today."

"Come on Shane, just leave him alone," said one of the other guys walking out with them.

"Fuck no! This punk thinks he can just punch me in the face and get away with it?"

"You're welcome for the free nose job," Sam retorted.

"Oh? And now he thinks he can say shit like this?"

Sam dropped his bag on the ground.

"You want to fucking go Shane? Let's go!"

"Aww look at him boys," Shane teased. A couple other kids snickered. Shane walked up to Sam and got in his face. "Not today shrimp. But I will. Eventually. When you're not expecting it. Got it?"

Sam bent down and picked his bag back up not taking his eyes off Shane. As he stood back up, Shane and his crew walked off in the opposite direction.

Sam looked up and down the street and didn't see a car there to pick him up. Sam let out a scream and began walking to the store around the corner from the school. He found a payphone.

"Can you come get me?" he asked when someone answered.

"Nope. Hitchhike."

"Dean, come on-"

"Detention Sam? Really? Are you really that much of a brat now?"

Sam groaned.

"Dean it's starting to snow!"

"Better zip up that jacket."

"Dean!"

"You're long overdue for a reality check Sammy. You're welcome."

Dean hung up the phone. Sam slammed the phone back down on the hook and made his way down the street towards the bus stop. Of course, the route didn't go right to Bobby's house so Sam had to walk that last mile down the dirt road.

He walked up the driveway to see Dean standing on the front porch leaning against a wooden post. He did feel bad for ditching Sam but he was doing the right thing, right?

As Sam walked up the front steps, Dean reached out to try to hand him a cup of hot chocolate. Sam stopped and looked at him. Was his brother being serious right now?

Sam scoffed and walked right by him going inside the house.

Dean shrugged and took a sip of the hot chocolate before following him.


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