August 4th

1: The Park

It's August 4th and Dean has to take Sam to the park even though he doesn't want to. There's some complications but he meets a friend for life and they have fun.
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Chapter 1: The Park

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It was August 4th and very hot outside. So like an average little nine year old Dean Winchester didn't want to walk across a few blocks with his little brother, Sam.

"Uncle Bobby do I have to take Sam to the park?" Dean whined to Bobby while he was looking through a leather bound book. Bobby wasn't actually related to Sam and Dean he was just a very good friend of their father's and their father was always moving. They never really knew their mom and her name was Mary. She died a long time ago because of a demon when Sam was just a baby and when they actually had a real house and weren't moving all the time but that is a different story. Their father, John, was always getting rid of monsters, demons, and such all across the country for people while he was looking for the demon that killed Mary. The people that track down these things are called hunters and hunters work cases that usually are very dangerous. That's why the boys were with Bobby. John had a case nearby and wanted the boys out of harm's way so he sent them away for a while and he figured that when he was working cases (which would be until the day he died) he should leave them with Bobby so they can at least get a high school grad degree.

"For the last time Dean, yes! I need both of you out of my hair for a couple of hours so I can help your dad! Now go! Oh and Dean don't go anywhere else but the park and keep track of Sam." Bobby told Dean for the third time.

Dean had gone to the park so many times "to get out of Uncle Bobby's hair" (as he told Sam) that he could probably do it blindfolded and still make it there fine. The park was only a couple blocks away so it wasn't that bad of a walk even if it was raining. There was a pavilion with picnic tables underneath it so even rain wouldn't stop Sam and Dean from having a good time at the park. Dean hadn't actually seen anyone use the picnic tables.

When Sam and Dean reached the park Sam went straight for the swings and Dean followed to help him onto the swing and to push him. Sam loved the swings and when he was on them he would usually shout for joy because he loved them so much. Good thing not many people came to the park anymore. It seemed less and less people were coming. Today there was only about 5 other people plus Sam and Dean. Some were sitting and chatting on benches others walking around with ear buds but none of them seemed to mind Sam's shouts. Dean did have a problem once but nothing major happened.

Sam and Dean got to the park right after they had lunch and now the sun was setting the west so they must have been at the park for over a couple of hours but Sam looked like he was having fun so Dean decided to stay until Sam started to look tired. Sam had said that he wanted to play on the slide for a while then they'd go home because that was the only thing he hadn't played on. Dean agreed and noticed that all but one of the people had left the park.

That person looked to be about Dean's age, had dark hair, an odd choice of clothing but besides that he looked about average from what Dean could tell. He was sitting on a picnic table with his back towards Dean. He looked like he was leaning over something probably a book seeing how he was only occasionally moved.

Sam was sliding down the slide while Dean was at the bottom with his arms outstretched to catch Sammy at the bottom when he heard some shouting and commotion behind him. Dean looked over his shoulder behind him and saw that there was 3 very large, mean looking boys coming straight for that other kid and they didn't look very happy to see that other kid.

Sammy was almost in Dean's arms when the bullies reached the much smaller kid by comparison. The bullies immediately pushed him to the ground and punched him, shouting insults, and laughing very loudly.

Dean quickly grabbed Sam and set him down and told him not to go anywhere. Then Dean raced over to help the smaller kid by trying with all his might to pull the bullies off but with no success and the bullies kept laughing and punching the poor victim. After trying all he could do without inflicting damage upon him, Dean realized that he would have to literally step in and maybe take a hit or two to save this kid.

So squeezing in between two of the smallest bullies Dean stood over the unknown kid that was pushed to the ground and in a ball on the floor in tears and blood. The poor kid looked so weak and he didn't even look up but when Dean stepped in there was absolute silence.

"Stop it!" Dean shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Well, is this one of your friends, Novak?" asked the largest bully of the all. Novak looked up at Dean just enough for Dean to see that his eyes were one of the bluest pair of eyes he had ever seen unlike his own bright green ones. They held eye contact for a split second and there was so much fear in Novak's eyes that it was sad just to look at them and not get a little bit sad.

"No. I've never seen him before." Novak said quietly while tears were running down his cheeks like a faucet.

"So if you're not a friend of his and neither of you have seen each other before why are you standing up for him?" asked the same bully and it just now occurred to Dean that he didn't really have a good answer but just as he was about to say something along the lines of "bulling is wrong" the bully got tired of waiting for an answer.

"Answer me!" shouted the assumed leader, the largest. He was the only one talking/shouting so it was a logical assumption. As soon as the leader shouted at Dean he pushed him to the ground and started punching Dean. Another bully joined in but the leader told the other one to watch Novak so he wouldn't get away and that was cue enough for him to start hitting Novak again. Dean was sure he'd have a goose egg on his head later with several bruises and maybe a few cuts but if the bullies kept attacking it'd get worse and Dean definitely didn't want that. Dean didn't know how he was going to explain this to Uncle Bobby.

After what seemed like forever a booming voice could be heard over the bullies' laughter. "Hey! Get away from those kids! Now!" it said and Dean thought he couldn't be more embarrassed at this moment because that booming voice was his Uncle Bobby's. Dean looked up to see the bullies running as fast as they could away from Bobby. Dean didn't blame them.

"Dean, are you all right?" Bobby asked while picking him up and putting him on his feet and trying to examine him for major injuries.

"Yea. I'm ok." Dean said but all his muscles really hurt, his head was throbbing, there was blood, bruises and a ton of other things but Dean was mostly concerned with who he was protecting. He went over to Novak and he looked just as bad as Dean.

"You ok?" Dean asked Novak.

"Yea. I'll live." Novak said.

"What's your name?" Bobby asked just as Dean thought of the question.

"James Novak. Jimmy for short. Yours?" Jimmy Novak. Dean liked it.

"I'm Bobby," he said pointing to himself "this is Sammy," motioning to Sam "and that's Dean" pointing to Dean. "You're pretty banged up would you like to spend the night at our house to make sure everything's all right?" Bobby offered to Jimmy.

"I'll have to give my parents a call but I think I'll stay for the night. Thanks." Jimmy said. Dean was overly excited. He had a friend that wasn't family and was his age. And they were spending the night. He could almost not control his excitement. This would be a fun night.