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Trust Issues	By : slayya Category: Supernatural > General Views: 802 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This is completely AU,
Dean and Sam don’t go hunting and stuff, this is meant to be when their in
college together. Anyway, on with the show...

Aria wandered through the hallways of her new school, head
hung low, books in her arms. Her mousy brown hair fell over her face; her
fringe swept partially over one eye. Her clothes were mainly black but she had
some purple thrown in there too. She felt someone shove her hard, directly into
some of the lockers lining the wall, and glanced up to see a couple of jocks
standing over her, though not by much, she was pretty tall for her age at 5’
11’’. “Hey emo shit. What the hell you doing here?
Please don’t tell me you’re the new girl, I wanted someone hot.”

Aria moved painfully so she was looking up at the three
boneheads. “Sorry to disappoint...”

She tried to move away but the jock slammed his fist into
her stomach. “What is it with you, pieces of crap and talking back huh?” Aria
slid down the lockers, clutching her stomach.

“Hey! Hey! Back off okay?” Aria’s eyes were closed but she
opened them slightly to see a guy with middle length hair, step up to her
defence.

“Why the hell should I?” He said, advancing on the man, who
was quite substantially taller but less well built.

The guy waved a hand in front of his face, mocking
the smell. “Jesus Christ Gordy! You even taken a shower after practice today?? Well why don't you go roll on the floor with your
wrestling buddies, instead of polluting our air with your presence?”

Aria saw the muscles in
Gordy’s jaw tighten but the other guy stood his ground, which took guts
considering Gordy was at least twice his weight. Then the bell went and Gordy
slowly backed away. “Come on guys, Winchester
ain’t worth the time of day.” They began to walk away
and her rescuer knelt down at her side. “Hey, you alright
there?”

Aria nodded slightly, wincing in pain as she put her
hands on the floor to try and get up. “Here, let me help you.” He put his hand
out to her, standing up, pulling her with him. Once she was on her feet, he
passed her the books from the floor.

“Sorry I’ve got to get to class. Thanks for the
help.” She tried to scurry away but he grabbed her arm. “Hey, that was quite a
nasty couple of hits you got there. Don’t you think you should go to the
nurse’s office first to get checked out?”

“No.” The answer was so abrupt that it made the guy
raise an eyebrow. “Thanks again.” Then she was gone. It was then that Sam
Winchester realised he hadn’t even found out the girl’s name.
***
Aria opened up her messenger bag, pulling out a small
plastic container within which her lunch was waiting. She was sitting at a
deserted table in the canteen, but she didn’t have any money for school lunches
so her own homemade ones had to do. It was then that a tray was placed down
opposite her. “You know, sitting by yourself at lunch? Not the best idea if you
want to avoid another confrontation with the jocks.”

Aria sighed, glancing up at the boy from earlier. “I
can handle myself.”

“I never said you couldn’t. You never gave me your
name by the way?”

“Aria.” She said, finding
her sandwich very interesting in that moment, trying to avoid looking at him.

“Cool. I’m Sam.”

Aria gave a small smile. There was an awkward silence
for a few moments before another voice broke it. “Hey you!
Been picking fights with bigger people again I hear?”

Sam let out a sigh. “Hey Dean.”

Another tray was put down and a guy sat next to Aria
though he was looking directly at Sam. “Well?”

“Yeah well they were being dicks again. I could just
stand by and...”

“And what Sammy? Get
yourself a beating?!”

“Well I didn’t. So chill.”

“It’s still early days yet.” Dean said sighing
deeply. It was then he finally took notice of Aria’s actual existence. “Who’s
this?”

“Aria. She’s new. Gordy was
being an ass to her earlier.”

“Oh, so you’re the one getting my brother in trouble
are you?”

“Well...I...I didn’t mean to...I...”
Aria stuttered slightly.

Dean flashed her a cheeky
grin. “Hey. Don’t worry. I’m messing with you.”

“He does that a lot.” Sam informed her.

“So where’d you move from Aria?” Dean asked, glancing
over at her.

“Umm….Minnesota? Upstate. My Dad got a new job down here so I had to move
with him.”

“You don’t sound too happy about it.” Dean pointed
out. This was soon followed by an “Ow!” as Sam kicked him hard under the table.

“Sorry, my brother never really did learn the art of
tact.”

Aria gave a small laugh before glancing at Dean who
flashed another cheeky grin. They seemed almost trademark with him.
***
Aria took a small breath as she went to put her key
in the lock. She’d just heard a smashing sound from beyond the door. Smashing
meant drinking and drinking...but she knew it was just be worse the longer she
waited so she slid her key into the lock and turned. “Aria!!!!”
The bellow that echoed as she shut the door, made a chill go right to her soul.

She walked slowly into the living room, putting her
bag down next to the doorway. “Where have you been all
day?!?!” Her father roared at her.

“At school dad...” Aria stuttered. “You remember?...It was my first day today...” Her father narrowed his
eyes slightly before nodding sharply. “Well go make some dinner already then!
I’m starving!” Aria nodded, before rushing toward the kitchen. “And bring that
bottle of whisky on the side!” He yelled after her.

Aria dug her nails into her palms in an effort to
stop her hands shaking and looked around for the bottle, before hurriedly
picking it up and running to her father, and scuttling back. She began cooking,
preparing a steak for frying and boiling potatoes. Her father refused any meal
she cooked without meat, which was why she had anything other than the stuff in
her sandwiches at lunch. “Is it done yet?!” Her father yelled again.

“10 minutes!” Aria called back. She made herself a
tuna salad while she cooked, eating as she went along because she couldn’t
stand steak but knew her father would yell if she ate something different in
front of him. She finished both meals in record time. Placing her father’s on a
tray she handed it to him and stood back slightly as he picked up the cutlery,
immediately sawing at the steak. He shoved a piece in his mouth and chewed
quickly before swallowing, he seemed pleased enough, she let out a small sigh
of relief then he spoke.

“What have I told you?” Aria glanced at him wearily. “About what father?”

“About over boiling my potatoes!
I told you I hate them too soft! I can’t even get the bloody things to stay on
my fork! Are you completely useless or what?!” He was placing down the tray and
Aria took a small step backwards. He was getting up out of the chair. “Why are
you so incompetent that you can’t even make a proper meal!!!”
Her father roared before grabbing her and throwing her against the wall. She
crumpled to the floor, clutching her sides in agony. He threw a couple of kicks
into her chest, causing her to be winded for a moment or two. “Get out of my
sight.” He said before throwing in another kick for good measure and then
taking his seat again. Aria was sure she felt something crack that time so
crawled across the floor to her bag, she slowly used the doorframe to help
support her to her feet then clambered the stairs to her bedroom.
***
Sometime later Aria woke up to find herself on her
bedroom floor, her door still slightly ajar. She must have passed out when she
got in here. She didn’t know how long she’d been out but the black sky out of
her window told her it had been a couple of hours at least. She tried to move
and bit her lip to stop crying out in pain as her ribs protested. She slowly
sat up, clutching her chest and got to her feet. She needed to clean herself
up. It didn’t really matter to her anymore; she’d done it so many times before.

She stood before her full length mirror, slowly
pulling her top over her head, hissing in pain as the already deep purple
bruises came into view. She ran her hands down over the injuries and could feel
at least one broken rib. She leant over to her dresser and picked up a large
box from the top drawer. She opened it, taking out disinfectant, bandages,
cloth and a pack of painkillers. She popped two out of the package and
swallowed them with some water from her school bag. Then she damped some of the
cloth with disinfectant and dabbed it gently on the wounds. Immediately tears
sprung to her eyes but she kept going, knowing it had to be done. Lastly she
wrapped the bandages around her chest, tightly binding her ribs.

When this was done she pulled on some nightclothes
and sat on her bed. She took a long deep sigh and after staring out of her
window for a few moments she reached under her pillow and retrieved a razor
blade. As she rolled up her sleeve and pressed the blade against her skin, the
tears finally flowed down her face. The blood bubbled slightly on the surface
of her skin and she stared at it as if entranced. The old scars were still
visible in the moonlight coming through her open curtains and she never really
found an answer to the question she asked herself every night...Is that all
that’s there?
***
The next day at school the day crawled by, it was at
fifth period that she decided she’d had enough and wandered round the side of
the school, looking for somewhere to sit for the period. It was Sport anyway,
she couldn’t exactly strip off revealing bandages and bruises and she really
didn’t want to have to come up for an excuse for the teacher.

She found a small grassy hill round the back of the
music block, away from windows so she couldn’t be caught out and the opposite
side of the school to the sports fields. Sitting down she began to stare into
space. “So any particular reason you’re skipping class?” Aria jumped
practically a foot in the air.

“What? I...” She looked to her side to see Dean
sitting down on the grass beside her. She sighed deeply. “How did you find me?”

“Find you? I come out here all the time when I’m
skipping lessons or in frees...technically I should get you to leave seeing as
this is my spot.”

“Really?” Aria said looking
around mockingly. “I don’t see your name on it.”

Dean chuckled slightly. “Makes
mental note to bring sign next time.” Aria laughed slightly too.

“So what you skipping then?” she asked, glancing at
him.

“Ah history. Mr. Norton is
just too damned boring for a Tuesday afternoon. Actually make that any
afternoon...or any morning for that matter.” Aria laughed again. “I’ll have to
take your word on that.”

“So why you skiving then?”

“Oh just not feeling too good.” Aria told him. It
wasn’t strictly a lie...

“What a tummy bug or something?”

“Something like that.” Aria
kept her eyes fixed on her hands in her lap. Okay now that was a lie.

“Hey, what’s up?” Dean said, leaning forward to try
and look at her face and frowning slightly.

Aria looked at him for a moment, then
tore her gaze away. “Nothing. It’s nothing.”

“Look Aria, I know I don’t know you very well, but
please know this. I’m not that dumb. You’re obviously keeping something back,
something that looks like if you don’t talk about it soon, it’s gonna tear you
in half. So do you wanna talk about it?”

Aria was silent for a moment before her shoulders
began to shake and tears slid down her cheeks. Dean really didn’t know what to
do so he tried to pull her into a hug. She started to move but a couple of
seconds after he started to hold her she cried out in pain. He let go
immediately, shocked by this. “What the hell was that?”

Aria calmed herself for a moment, trying to get on
top of the pain again. She quickly reached inside her bag, pulling out water
and painkillers and grabbing two, swallowing them with ease. A couple of
moments later when her breathing was beginning to return to a normal pace she
glanced at Dean, who hadn’t said a word since but was just staring at her. She
sighed, trying to think of someway to cover for this but coming up pretty much
empty handed so she had to scrape the bottom of the barrel. “Oh last night...I
fell down the stairs; just a little sore is all.”

“Okay, having a little brother means I’m also pretty
good at detecting lies, Aria. If you don’t wanna tell me that’s
cool but just know I’m here if you wanna talk.” Aria nodded slightly. “Thanks.”

Dean stood up. “Come on, its last period and I know
Sammy has a free. How about we go grab him and then head to
town for coffee. My treat.” Aria looked at him
and smiled. “Yeah that sounds nice.”

Dean held out a hand to her and she returned it. He
gently pulled her to her feet, seeing her grimace slightly in pain. However, as
he pulled her up his eyes fell upon her wrists of which her sleeves had risen
up slightly, underneath he could see the scars but he didn’t say anything. This
girl obviously wasn’t ready to be questioned or interrogated. He was sure that
in time she would talk to someone about it, if that be him then so be it.
***
Dean carried towards the table three steaming
cappuccinos. He handed one to Sam and one to Aria before taking his seat next
to her. They had only just started getting into some light conversation, when a
phone went off, Aria took a couple of seconds before realising it was hers and
picked it up. The moment she picked it up Dean could hear yelling from the
other end. Aria didn’t really get much in edgeways apart from “yeah…”,
“but...”, “I...” and “please...” Then the whir of sound from the phone suddenly
cut out. Aria looked to be almost in tears by this point. “I...I’m sorry...I hafta go...” She started gathering up her stuff. Dean
sighed and looked at her; they caught eyes for a moment. His look speaking a
thousand words, telling her how she didn’t need to leave and that he was there
if she wanted to talk. Sam was a bit more tactless however, for once it not
being Dean. “Oh come on Aria, don’t go. We were just starting to have fun.”

“Sorry.” Aria placed her bag on her shoulder. “I
really do have to go.”

Then Sam did something really stupid. He reached and
grabbed her arm. “Aria please...” Then he trailed off, he was staring at her
wrists when he had placed his hand on her arm, her sleeve had ridden up
somewhat revealing her scars, some old and some new. “Oh shit.”

Aria took one glance at Dean before yanking her arm
out of Sam’s grip and taking off down the stairs of the coffee shop. “Aria! Wait!” Dean shouted after her. “Sam! You idiot!” He smacked his brother upside the head and then
he ran, chasing after the young girl. “Aria!! Please!”
He yelled. “Wait!!”

A couple of moments he walked back to the table and
sat down, out of breath. “Now who’s the fucking tactless one?”
***
Aria ran, the pain in her chest unbearable. ‘Great Aria. Well done. You just blew it with the two only
friends you’ve made so far. Why do you even bother?’ As she ran she felt the
pain stab at her chest. She screamed, tripping over her own feet and falling
face down on the pavement, grazing her cheek on the gravel. She heard someone
beside her; they turned her over as she clutched at her chest in agony. “Dean...?”
she whispered, before her head rolled to the side and she passed out.

Okay so I hope
you guys like it. Let me know if you do so I know whether I need to bother
continuing it or not. Thanks Slayya
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