Soldier Boy

Chapter Two

"Sam, are you crazy? He'll kill us!" Barry exclaimed over the phone, seriously doubting his friend's mental stability in that moment.

"Barry, I know you see him as all bad, but have you looked at the kid lately? He's obviously sad, and I can't help but feel like I'm the cause of it," Sammy said quietly, not wanting Dean to overhear. Dean was happy about Dirk's new treatment, stating that he deserved it, but Dean hadn't ever been bullied before. Sam has, and it's not a good feeling.

"Sam, he's the bully, not the bullied. He's just getting a taste of his own medicine," Barry replied, feeling irritated. They'd just gotten Dirk to stop making fun of them, and Sam wants to be nice to him?

"But think about it, Barry. You've had me to talk to, and he doesn't have any friends. Maybe all he's wanted is a friend," Sammy said, desperate to get his friend to see where he was coming from.

He must've gotten through to him because Barry sighed on the other end of the phone. "Fine, but if he tries to kill us, I'm blaming you," Barry grumbled in defeat, his voice smaller than Sam had ever heard it.

Sam grinned, agreeing to meet Barry at a specified location on Monday before school began to go over the plan to make friends with Dirk. Barry still thought Sam was insane, but that didn't perturb Sam's plan much.

Dean was downstairs, too busy beating Castiel at a game of Mario Cart to really care what his brother was up to. Knowing the nerd, probably studying. Which happened to be what Castiel was trying to make Dean let him do.

"Dean, I have a big test coming up!" Cas whined, nothing that if he didn't start studying soon, he wouldn't be prepared at all for his anatomy test on Monday, which was only three days away.

He wasn't getting into medical school with bad grades.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, and you'll do great on it without even trying." Dean wasn't paying much attention, his character picking up a shell. He threw it, hitting the character in front of him and taking first place easily. Dean smiled triumphantly, as if Cas hadn't thrown the game in favor of trying to convince Dean to let him study.

Castiel continued whining before Dean finally relented.

"Fine, fine! Study already!" Dean exclaimed exasperatedly. Cas instantly put his controller down and pulled out his books, already going over his notes.

Suddenly, the Winchesters' door opened, two sets of distinct footsteps entering the house. John Winchester wasn't due back for weeks... Even months... So who was it?

Anna and Balthazar appeared in the doorway to the living room, both looking exhausted. Both threw themselves on the other living room couch, Anna shutting her eyes as Balthazar rubbed his eyes.

"What happened?" Cas asked, sighing.

"Michael and Raphael came home, Dad came home drunk, and Raphael commenced telling Dad how much of a screw up he was while Michael yelled at Raphael to be quiet. I grabbed this on the way out," Balthazar said frustratedly, holding up a bottle of some liquor.

Dean got up and got some glasses, knowing Cas wouldn't partake and would disapprove of Anna drinking, but Anna still would. Anna was the older twin by twelve minutes, and she'd constantly remind him of that if he tried to influence how she acted.

Dean sat the three glasses down, taking the bottle from Balthazar and pouring some in for the three. Dean spent a good portion of his time with these two, as Balthazar was Dean's age. The only reason Dean knew Cas so well was because Cas skipped a grade when he was young. Anna stayed in the same grade, though she could've skipped if she had wanted to, so now she took courses that Dean, Castiel, and Balthazar were in. The three were pretty much his only friends, despite his popularity. Anna also seemed to be the only girl his own age unaffected by his charms half the time, which he was thankful for.