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The Hero of His Own Story	By : unrequited666 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4760 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warnings: Dark, evil!Dean, non-con, violence, slash, wincest,
character death. Don�t like? Don�t read! No flamers!

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Chapter Two

The car door wasn�t even fully open before the inquisition started.

�Who was that guy?�

Trying to avoid the question, Sam slid into the seat and moved to
shut the door.

Dean roughly wrenched his arm, forcing Sam to face him. �Who. Was. That. Guy?�

�If you�re talking about the guy who was talking to me at lunch,
he�s just a friend,� or at least Sam hoped Rich wanted to be friends. He�d
never really had a friend before. Dean had never allowed it.

�Sammy.�

Dean�s tone brooked no argument. There was little choice.

Sam sighed. �His name is Richard � Rich for short. He�s in a few of
my classes.�

Dean�s face split into a lopsided grin. �So, a
dick huh?� (*A/N For those who don�t know, the
name Richard and Dick are interchangeable)

�Dean!� Sam admonished, playfully slapping Dean across the forearm.

Dean�s grin merely became wider as he tousled Sam�s hair before his
expression became serious again. �Stay away from him Sammy. I don�t like him.�

�Big surprise there,� Sam muttered under his breath.

Apparently, super hearing was part of the older brother�s repertoire
because Dean drew in a sharp breath. Instantly knowing that he had gone too
far, Sam tried to stave off the imminent explosion, catching his fingers in the
door in his haste to shut it. But before Sam could do anything else but curse,
Dean had taken hold of his hand.

�Damn it Sammy,� Dean said angrily as he closely examined the
fingers beginning to swell. �You have to be more careful!�

Sam placed his free hand over Dean�s as if trying to placate the
older man. �It�s okay, just a bruise.�

But Dean would not be appeased. �No, it�s not okay. I�m always so
careful with you� and you just� you could�ve broken your fingers! I can�t lose
you Sammy!��

Alarm spread across Sam�s face as his brother�s voice bordered on
hysteria. He fought to ignore the overpowering instinct to withdraw his hand,
knowing from experience just how dangerous Dean could be when he worked himself
into one of his moods. God, Sam remembered what had happened the last time he
had talked to a person his brother had ordered him to stay away from. The poor
girl had only been trying to get Sam to ask her to the dance and had ended up
in hospital for a week for her efforts. The brothers had had to move to another
state after that incident.
�
Sam tried � but failed � to control the quaver in his voice as he
spoke �You won�t lose me. I�m right here. It�s just a bruise � an accident.�
�
�People die from accidents all the time!� Dean was shaking Sam now. �What if they had
broken?! What if they�d healed wrong?! What if they�d become infected?!
What if -�
�
�I�m sorry!� Sam cried.
�
Dean was just about to reply when a knock on the window interrupted
and someone opened the door.

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�Everything okay in there?�

A few extra bucks into the pocket of the principal�s secretary had
earned him Sam�s class schedule, and he had been silently tailing the handsome
young boy between classes, even following him to the front of the school after
last period even though his car had been parked in the side entrance of the
school. He had seen Sam get into an Impala with his brother (Rich had to
implore Dean�s taste in cars) before getting into what appeared to be an
argument. Rich had been content to just let the argument play itself out,
hoping to gleam some insight into the brother�s strange relationship, but once
Dean had started physically shaking Sam, Rich felt he just had to interfere.

�Sam, you okay?�

�He�s fine,� Dean snarled.

�Why don�t you let Sam answer that?� Rich countered.

But for his part, Sam just lowered his head as if trying to avert
his gaze, but not before Rich caught a glimpse of his eyes. Sam looked upset�
and afraid? He had no way of knowing that Sam was recalling what had happened
to the last Good Samaritan who had tried to help Sam when Dean was
�disciplining� him. Or the fact that said Good Samaritan was now six feet under
the ground.

�Sam?� Rich pressed gently.

Sam nodded when Dean gave his hand a none
too gentle squeeze � a move not unnoticed by Rich.

�Well there you have it Dick, Sam�s fine.� Dean reached over and
slammed the door shut.

Rich watched in growing agitation and concern as that asshole pulled out of the school.

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When they got back to the apartment, Dean placed an arm around Sam�s
shoulder and leaned in close so that they were forehead to forehead.

�Sammy, there are billions of people out there in the world. But I�m
the only family you have. I�m the only one who can look after you. You trust me
don�t you?�

Sam�s answer was immediate. �Of course.�

�I know you don�t understand. But trust me when I say you should
stay away from that dick. You can�t trust any of these people. Only me. Okay?�

As a matter of fact, Sam didn�t
understand. But this was his brother talking. Dean had to be right � wasn�t he?
�Okay.�
�
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�Sam, did I do something wrong?�

Without looking at him, Sam turned the page of his book. �No.�

�Then why are you ignoring me?�

No reply.

Rich sighed, looking over to Sam�s brother who had once again taken
up his position just outside the school boundaries. He could guess why Sam
suddenly didn�t want to have anything to do with him.

�Look, clearly you don�t want to talk to me. But we�re partnered for
the history assignment, so you have
to at least talk to me so we can get it done.� Rich had been ecstatic when Mr Levitzke had partnered him with Sam for the assignment. He
had thought it was an opportune moment to get to know more about Sam. But now
he wasn�t so sure� since Sam seemed adamant not to give him the time of day.

As if sensing he was being rude, Sam sighed and shut his book,
placing it on the table as he finally made eye contact with Rich for the first
time. Moving his hands to his lap, Sam spoke in a voice which showed his
sincerity, �I�m sorry. But�� Sam trailed off, looking uncomfortable.
�
Taking pity on him, Rich finished the unspoken sentence �Your
brother doesn�t like me and wants you to stay away from me.�

Momentary surprise crossed Sam�s face before he blushed (he really
looked so cute with his flushed
cheeks) and looked down at his hands twisting nervously on his lap.

When it looked like Sam wasn�t about to raise his bowed head anytime
soon, Rich put his fingertips under Sam�s chin and gently raised it for him
until Sam�s pretty eyes were looking into his. But as if suddenly realising the
intimacy of the touch, Rich hurriedly withdrew his fingers, as if burned. Sam
however just looked (sexily) confused at Rich�s reaction.

More to cover up his discomfort than anything else, Rich smoothly
quipped �Hey, it�s okay. I didn�t like your brother
either. So it�s mutual. But let�s at least try to work together on this
project. I�m sure we both wanna be able to pass history.�

The dimpled smile returned. �Okay.�

Rich clapped his hands together. �Great! I like to start early on my
assignments,� Rich lied, �Why don�t you ask if you can come over to my place
after school and we can get started? And while you�re
there, I can show you �Wizardry Gold.��

�Wizardry Gold?�

�You haven�t heard of Wizardry Gold? It�s the best computer game ever! It came out last year, but I�m still not
bored of it. I�ll show you when we get home.��

Sam forced an awkward smile. �Ah, about that.
I don�t think my brother will let me go over your place.�

�Your brother? What
about your parents?� Of course Rich knew that Sam was an orphan (another
fascinating tidbit he had picked up from the principal�s
secretary), but it wouldn�t do for him to scare Sam off by revealing just how
much Rich knew about him.

Sam shifted in his seat, feeling awkward again. After a few moments,
he finally spoke �My parents are dead.�

�Oh� I�m sorry,� Rich said, adding just the right amount of
sincerity to his voice as he made a mental note to find out just how John and
Mary Winchester had died. He really should know everything about his love (Rich
never bothered to stop to wonder when he started thinking of Sam as his love)
if he was going to make Sam his.

�It�s okay, it happened a long time ago.� Sam took a deep breath.
�But why don�t I ask Dean if you can come over to our place instead?�

This wasn�t part of Rich�s plan. He had been hoping to be able to
get Sam on his own. But at least this was better than nothing. �Sure.�
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�I thought I told you to stay away from that dick!� came the angry whisper.

Despite being the one to make the offer, Sam hadn�t seemed too
enamoured by the prospect of asking his brother for permission to bring home a
friend and seemed about as nervous (scared?) as a condemned man about to meet
his executioner. When he finally managed to coax out the question from his
tongue tied mouth, Rich was not surprised that Dean had not seemed at all
pleased with his brother�s request. As Rich stood a few metres behind the
siblings having been banished so Dean could �have a moment� with Sam, he
couldn�t help but overhear the conversation carried to him on the wind.

�I tried, but he kept talking to me. I really think he wants to be
friends or something,� Sam was explaining.

�Yeah, I saw the dick chatting you up at your lunch break.� Before
Sam could protest at Dean�s choice of words, his brother sighed heavily. �What
did I tell you Sammy?�

�That it isn�t safe to trust anyone except you,� Sam said at once,
as if reciting a well-learned lesson.

�What else?�

�I should stay away from people who aren�t family.�

�And who�s your family Sammy?�

�You are.�

�So why are we even having this conversation?�

�But Dean,� Sam said carefully, as if realising he was treading on
dangerous waters, �he and I are partnered for this
assignment. We have to at least talk to each other. Please?�

After a long pause, Dean finally acquiesced. �Fine.
But I�m not leaving you two alone together.�
�
As a smiling Sam beckoned Rich back to the car, Rich tried to
swallow the unease bubbling within him. From what he understood of the
brothers� conversation, Dean was isolating his brother from everyone else,
trying to force Sam to rely on him alone. But the most worrying, most sick part, was the fact that Sam clearly didn�t know any better.
Sam had truly believed his brother�s words, taken them on board and treated
them like the word of law. Rich slid into the Impala, watching as Dean refused
to allow Sam to shut the car door and instead exited the car to shut it for
Sam.

They say that money takes care of everything. But why then did Rich
feel that all the money in the world wasn�t going to be able to help him fix
Sam? Because it was all too clear to Rich that Sam was broken and he didn�t
even know it. And that would make the task all the more difficult.

TBC

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