"Samuel!" Ross yelled his voice with a huge breaking into it as he put his hand through his hands in fist.
"I killed him I fucking killed him I told him I wouldn't hurt him!" He yelled to noone falling to his knees and his hands on his face. Sam laid dead on the ground, a puddle of blood swimming around him. "Sammy I'm so sorry!" He stuttered through tears. Ross clutched his stomach, deep heaving from crying.
"Sammy! Wake up man!" Dean yelled to his little brother as he laid 5 foot around 4 inches. Sam shot up choking slightly as tears flooded. Dean looked as his brothers brown hair held sweat and he shook. Sam's hands fisted into the sheet breathing heavily.
"Hey..hey Sammy it's me okay...just calm down." Dean put a hand on Sam's shoulder making Sam tense into his hand then relax. Dean cupped his shoulder twice then relased.
"Come on we can talk about it later...okay we have school." Sam sighed standing after Deans statement still a bit weak kneed and used the stand earing a concerned look from Dean.
"Just go let me get ready." Sam said sternly walking to the bathroom washing his face over with the sink water. He then tugged off his shirt a few scars bore his back and stomach. Usually John would only hit Dean but Dean wasn't home to take the blame again he still didn't understand why he did that but, he was his brother and he would do anything for him. Sam sighed walking to his room dragging anything clean shirt from his dresser drawer and tugged it on.
Once he was dressed and ready he jogged down the stairs, scooping his bag from the floor running out to the impala where Dean was beeping the horn. Sam slide into the passenger seat with a wince. He noticed Deans glare at the house then his attention turned to him.
"Dean..Dont." Sam sinker down into the seat. Dean had his hand clenching the steering wheel then let go grabbing Sam's arm tugging his shirt off. Dean saw the marks but before Sam could say anything Dean interfered.
"Sam! Why didn't you tell me he hit you?!" Sam flinched at Deans yelling and sunk against the door more.
"De-" Sam looked at his older brother.
"No sam! Tell me! I don't want him hurting you or hitting you. This is why I take the blame for these things!" Sam sighed of relief as Dean threw him his shirt back and started the engine and driving.
"Just Come on we need to get to school." Sam put his shirt back on shifting his weight. Sam kept a grip on his long right shirt sleeve, around the elbow.
"Sam...please I'm not the bad guy now.." sam sighed and nodded.
"I k-know Dean." Dean sighed parking at the school parking and cutting the engine. Sam opened the door as soon as it unlocked and got out. Dean got out shortly after and the two brothers walked into their new school, one John had promised to stay more then a month. This time a year. Sam walked to his locker as they were showed the school the day previous as Dean escaped to his classes. Sam glanced around the school, the students and the teachers. The jocks with the jocks and the cheerleaders flirting with them and the "geeks and nerds" off to their business as any usual highschool is.
Sam rolled his shoulders back hoping to relax he always hated being the new kid. The new kid usually didn't fit in and yada yada. One of the jocks he had dark blond hair of different shades with broad shoulders and a ocean appeal to his eyes. His skin a tint of tan probably from being outside a lot. He was fit and a hopeful look to his face but their was something different about him he just couldn't pin point.
Sam hadn't realized he was staring until the boy approached him almost a foot taller. Sam coward his back onto the locker.
"Hey dude,you okay?" His voice was daring yet a comfortable one. Sam nodded as the boy gave him a small smirk.
"Enjoying what you see?" He asked cockly.
"I was- I uhm." Sam couldn't get the words from his mouth his lips and tongue felt dry, his mouth asked desert. The boy chuckled accidently as so he protested slamming his hand causing a rucket and eyes darted at them to see what the commotion was. Sam froze, he swore he could feel his heart stop. It became hard for him to breath he was over powered. The boy chuckled ' as he grabbed Sam's wrist pinning his hands above the lockers making Sam jump. Sam grunted on the impact. The boy lifted Sam's chin as he didn't realize his head was facing the floor.
Next thing he knew lips were on his, they were warm and soft, sam didn't mean to he just he send hungry for it, he kissed back melting in it a bit. This was something he definitely wasn't going to tell Dean. The boy pulled back and Sam was a blushing,crimson Mess. Sam with his hand still pinned tried holding in pants and his feet tipped in and his body was leaning down yet forward. The back of his neck revealed to the stranger. He let go of his wrist making Sam nearly fall onto the ground but strong hands caught him, standing him better. Sam looked up at the guy. The guy winked walking and basically disappearing into the hurds of children.
Sam stood there for a few moments then quickly opening his locker putting books in and taking some out the into his book bag. Sam went to class walking him where yes peered onto him. Most of the school saw that in the Hall. His face burned a red as he quickly shuffled to a desk in the back sitting down. He put the top of his forehead on the edge of the desk his face pointed at the floor. A few minutes passed until someone jersey Sam sitting up right, a tension shot into his shoulders. He came eye to eye to a dark hairer boy. Most people called him Crowley.
Sam should have figured that he might see him there but yet again he didn't. Sam was a grade behind but in honors math a grade ahead. Sam flinched and looked aground seeing the teacher wasn't there.
"Boys we have him now!" Crowley laughed out grabbing Sam's collar. Sam didn't feel like dealing with him today, his back will cramped along with his shoulders from last night. Sam kicked his legs a grounds he was brought up his hands on Crowley wrist. Sam kicked Crowley in the stoamch making him let go almost instantly.
"You're dead meat now!" Crowley yelled as Sam opened one of the class windows climbing out. Sam ran with three lacked or his group following fastly after. Sam ran into the front doors sliding a little on the wet floor. Sam fell back into someone's arms. The ocean eyed boy. Sam looked up flinching as he saw the other boys appear in front of him. Sam kicked his legs but all they did was slide.
"Okay guys. You've frightened him enough." He spoke sternly.
"Whatever Ross." One boy grumbled walking away with the other two. The ocean eye boy helped him stand and Sam tuned his attention to ross.
"I-u-" Sam started but Ross spoke up, "it's fine, names Ross." He spoke watching Sam movement. Sam rubbed his shoulder with a sigh.
"Sam.."Ross played a small smirk on his lips not enough to be seen though. Sam slide down the wall sitting down his hair bouncing a little as he did so. Ross slid down next to him.
"Listen, they're just jerks on the team. Dont worry about them.."
Sam sighed, this was normal with any school he ever went to. His short frame not helping any. The last school he actually liked but "ring ring" next town time. Sam just put his face into his hands till the principal came from what seemed like shadows.
"Mr.Winchester. what a surprise this time." Sam froze...his father would kill him. Dean probably a mixture of proud and disappointment. Sam stood and Ross seemed to vanish as he followed to the principal office.
"Take a seat sam." Sam slowly slid into one of the chairs. His head pounded and heart drummed what seemed like it would break from his chest any second. Sam froze and tensed when Dean entered the office. Dean took a glance over at Sam and Sam felt himself shrink into his chair. Before Sam could say anything Dean started "Sam-"
"Sam was caught fighting." The principal explained the situation after a few minutes the deal was settled. Sam would be suspended for two days but since he never had this toll it wouldn't go on his record she would just record them as sick days. Dean grabbed Sam's arms standing him. He hadn't realized he zoned out arms bit and tensed and jumped after Deans grip. The two brother 2a liked out to the impala.
Sam stayed silent most of the whole ride just looking out the window.
"Sam..." sam sighed. "What?"
"What actually happened?"
"Dean look I wasn't fighting just running okay I had perfect reasons to be innocent!" Sam spoke close to a yell putting his other hand in his hair.
