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Count on Me	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Supernatural > General Views: 1447 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sam felt slightly better about going back to school today. He had spent the night in his brother’s lap, curled up and fast asleep. It wasn’t every day that he got to do things like that with his brother due to who they were, but whenever the opportunity would arise, Sam grasped it and cherished every second.

The Winchester was in such a good mood, he didn’t even see Ross until he walked straight into his bully. Looking up, the brunet found himself standing face-to-face with the black-haired boy. If his eyes weren’t as sharp as they were, he may have missed the four other boys standing at a distaance behind Ross, smirks on their faces as if they knew something Sam didn’t.

“What do you want?” Sam made himself sound as threatening as he could manage, knowing that he needed to be on his guard; he wouldn’t put it past Ross to have gathered all of these kids together to try and attack him.

The only problem with this was that Sam wasn’t sure if he could take them all on by himself. What if he couldn’t? What if he were too weak to defend himself against so many others? It was true that he was a Hunter, but he was still young and had never been so outnumbered before.

Ross didn’t reply to this; he instead raised his hand and threw a well aimed punch at the smaller boy. Sam ducked out of the way and instinctively moved forward with his own fists clenched, but two of the other boys came at him from both sides, grabbing him and holding him still. He wasn’t experienced enough in fighting to take them all on and he knew that.

“Let me go!” Sam snapped, trying to break free of the boys’ holds. The imminent threat in his voice went unacknowledged as he was dragged into the boy’s bathroom, a hand over his mouth to muffle his voice.

The brunet bit at the hand, rewarded with a loud yelp, but almost instantly a painful punch connected with the side of his face, leaving a dull ache in his cheek bone. He was thrown onto the tiled bathroom floor, surrounded on all sides by the boys who looked like they had just seen their first meal in weeks.

“Stop this,” Sam said, hoping he would be able to diffuse the situation through talking; it was clear violence wouldn’t get him anywhere today. “You’re making a big mistake. If someone came in here and -!”

Before Winchester could even finish his sentence, a kick to his stomach knocked all of the air out of him, leaving him breathless.

Ross sneered as he replied. “Two of the boys are standing guard outside as we speak.” Leaning down, he grabbed a lock of brunet hair and pulled as hard as he could, laughing as his victim bit his lip.

Sam’s first instinct was to fight his way out of this, but where had that gotten him so far? Nowhere. Should he stay still and let the boys become bored? No; he wasn’t going to be someone’s punching bag if he could help it. All he could do was fight and hope for the best outcome.

Kicking out at Ross’s legs, the bigger boy tumbled forward, knocking over one of the ones who had a hold on Sam. Winchester took advantage of the confusion, leaning up and punching the other teen holding him down in the stomach.

Clambering unsteadily to his feet, Sam stood his ground, knowing he could not leave the bathroom with the boys blocking it. He ducked a wide swing that was aimed at him before he elbowed a taller blond haired boy in the chest, knocking him over.

A smaller, heavier-built teen came from Sam’s side and slammed him against one of the toilet stall doors before he shoved the boy onto the ground. Winchester lost his breath and, before he could regain his senses, a swift kick to the side of his head sent his whole world black long enough for him to be beaten senselessly and left on the floor, blood gushing from the wound in his head.

~~Dean~~

When Dean’s phone rang, disturbing him from the movie he had been watching, he couldn’t have been more relieved for taking the day off school than he was when he answered the call.

“Dean Winchester?”

“Yes.”Dean put down the pie he had been eating in order to pay more attention to the phone call; it could have been an associate of his father’s for all he knew. “Who is this?”

“I’m calling from your brother’s school and I am sorry to inform you, but we cannot get into contact with your father and we need you to come in. Is that possible?”

Dean couldn’t help but worry at these words; had something happened to Sam? Had Sam done something he shouldn’t have? “...Yes. I’ll be there soon.”

The older Winchester didn’t wait for a reply before he hung the phone up and headed out, terrified that something could be wrong with Sam.

~~Sam~~

Sam had never realised just how much he disliked sitting in the school sickbay, and he had a feeling it was because he felt like he were going to faint. He didn’t remember much of what had happened for him to wind up here except that Ross and his flunkies had attacked him.

A teacher had apparently found the brunet unconscious in the bathroom, bleeding badly from his head. They had brought him here where his brother had been called and was now awaiting Dean to take him home.

I can’t believe I lost... Sam thought to himself, a frown forming on his young face. I’m a Hunter, and yet... Dean will surely think so little of me once he hears what happened...

It was unusual for Sam to feel depressed, but now he was sadder than he had been in a while, fearful that he was about to lose all respect his older brother held for him. He didn’t care what his father thought, used to the man’s rough nature, but his brother meant everything to him and he would gladly lose his father’s encouragement if he could only keep Dean’s.

“Sammy?”

Sam looked up towards the door to sickbay, finding his brother standing there, his eyebrows creased as he bit his lip. He smiled weakly, trying to ignore the way his head throbbed as if it would explode, aware that he must look a mess; his lip was split, his right eye was black and he was holding a bloodied rag to his temple to stop the bleeding.

“Hey, Dean...” Sam said softly. “...It’s... good to see you...”

Dean didn’t reply to this; he instead rushed forward, engulfing his little brother in a hug. He felt a fear he had never felt before, the realisation that he could have lost Sam hitting him harder than anything had.

“Sammy, I...” Dean didn’t know how to explain to the younger that he was horrified of losing him. All he knew was that he needed to protect Sam, never let anything hurt him again. “Sammy...”

“It’s okay, Dean,” Sam said, patting his brother’s arm. “I’m alright. Really.”

“Yes, but... I should have been able to protect you!”

“You weren’t here,” Sam tried to explain. “Don’t beat yourself up over something you had no control over.”

Dean knew the smaller boy was right, that he was being unreasonable blaming himself, so he did the first thing he could think of; promise Sam that he would never let him get hurt if he could stop it.

“Sammy, I swear on my life, I’ll never let you get hurt as long as I can do something,”Dean vowed. “You have my word, Sammy. I... I will protect you as best I can.”

“I know, Dean.” Sam smiled, knowing his brother would keep his word.

It wasn’t the first promise Dean had made, but it would be the one and only promise he would ever keep.
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