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Jimmy Novak was now 14 years old, and unlike his peers, he didn't go out and underage drink, or smoke secretly behind the bike sheds. Jimmy had short dark brown hair, with glasses almost slipping off the end of his nose, and a fringe that covered one eye, which he often used to spy on people. He wasn't built, and he often grumbled irritably at the small bulge of tummy fat that protruded from his shirt. He wasn't the most popular kid in school, but that was okay. Jimmy liked being a loner. It gave him time to think.

Dean Winchester, however, was one of those people, and it always puzzled Jimmy just how much he'd changed in the last two years. With a shock of light brown hair, and piercing green eyes, with a body that was fairly built for a teenager, Dean fit unsurprisingly well into the "popular" bracket. He was into sports, he was attractive, he had a cool car. Jimmy was practically nobody to him now, although today he was planning to change that.
"Hey faggot."
A whiny voice in front of him interrupted his thoughts. Jimmy looked up grudgingly into the other's boy's acne-ridden face, and he sighed. "Hello..."
"Oh, so you don't mind being called a faggot?" The boy and his friends sniggered, and Jimmy answered honestly.
"No. Besides not being one, I don't see any harm in being a ball of meat."
The leader of the pack laughed again. "Listen to this kid. He cracks me up." Jimmy frowned, reminding them silently that he was almost a year older than these boys, and far more mature.
Jimmy's encounter had drawn quite a crowd now, and before he could turn away, he heard a familar voice. "Hey, what's the deal?" His breath caught, and he turned pale. Dean.

He turned to greet him, and Dean stared right back, until the spotty boy nudged him, and he was thrown back into reality. Dean's eyes darted back and forth before a smirk formed on his lips, and he swaggered over. "Oh it's you...Geeking McQueen." It was a lame insult, but everyone else laughed like it was the funniest thing they'd ever heard. Jimmy dared to smile, and Dean's smile quickly faded as one of the other boys approached them. "Hey, what are you smiling at, faggot?" Geeking McQueen was still staring at Dean, and the boy growled as he thrust him against a locker, making his books tumble out of his arms. "I'm talking to you, punk!" Jimmy remained quiet, and the taller boy took off his glasses, forcing him to look up. "Now I have your attention." Jimmy spoke up weakly, and he hated himself for sounding so vulnerable. "What do you want?"
"I want my finished homework, bitch."
"I...forgot to do it. I'm sorry..."
"What?!"
"I..."
The boy snarled, and he snapped Jimmy's glasses in a matter of seconds, pushing Dean forward. Dean hesitated, but he saw the amount of people there, and he forced a nod before the swarm of boys descended, throwing punches and kicks and slap wherever they could get to. "Dean!" Jimmy cried, but his friend was slowly backing away, and he ran out, leaving the helpless boy to his fate.

(There will be a part two, I swear!!! And eventually I will stop doing time skips. Just be patient my beans, big things are coming your way 💞💞💞)