The Next Winchester

Sorry Not Sorry- Demi Lovato

Hey guys!
I am so sorry I completely forgot last night to do this. But here it is!  We are now back, and running.  I hope you guys are still enjoying this book, because Ive got some big plans ahead.  Happy reading!
Bye my squad.

(Language)

"You got into a fight at school?!"  Sam yelled as he laid his hands on the table staring at me, straight across from the big wooden table.  I was silent the whole way home, but when we got back he made me tell him everything, so I did.  I told him about that bitch London, only I didn't say bitch, and I told him about people that I met, and he was happy to hear I made friends, I told him about what we did in class, and then I told him why I had blood on my knuckles... and he did not take it well, as you can see.  I looked down at my lap and rubbed my fingers together under the table.  He ducked his head and looked back up at me angrily.  "Why did you get in a fight?"  He asked as calmly as he could.  I looked up at him slightly and back at my lap, I could feel my heart beat quickly escalate.  I spoke as quietly and as small as I could, my nervous and small squeaky voice barely made it to his ears.

"That- that chick, um, London..."  I looked at him and saw the intensity in his eyes.  I swallowed.  "She uh, called me a b-"  I stuttered the word, afraid to see his reaction.  "A- a... bitch..."  I mumbled.  Suddenly his face fell. 

"What?"  He asked with some slight sympathy trailing in his voice. 

"It's alright I've been called worse, she just... said something that kinda pissed me off."  I looked up at him with semi serious eyes, on the verge of letting a tear fall, luckily I held it back, but it was getting close.

"Was it because of-"

"No it wasn't because of her calling me a bitch."  I said with a small, sad smile.  I didn't want him to feel bad, I've lived with this name calling and insults my whole life.  Ever since Lizzie... I shook my head and tried to forget the thought lingering in my mind. He was mad, but that could only make me think about what Dean might do.  When I almost got assaulted in the store, Sam was worried and mad, but Dean started punching some guy who held my arm in the middle of a grocery store.  If that doesn't mean something about their personalities, then I have no idea what does.  He sighed and shook his head, trying to decide if he should be mad or not.

"We'll have to talk to Dean once he gets home."  I nodded and propped my elbow on the table, looking down.  I glanced up at Sam, who was on his phone, probably texting Dean. I stared up at him and watched his eyes flick around his screen.  "Can I go to my room?"  I didn't want to be here when Dean got home.  He sighed, keeping his eyes on the screen.

"No."  I raised my head up and narrowed my eyes at him.

"Why not?  Don't I have a right to go to my own room?"  He smiled and looked up at me.

"Yes, you have a right, but I know that you just want to hide from him so I'm the one who tells him."  I groaned and let my head fall down, glaring at my lap.

"That's not fair!  You're taller than him, so it's not as intimidating!"  I argued.  Sam scoffed a laugh, waking to the end of the table to grab his half full beer.

"Are you telling me your scared of him?"  He jokingly asked.  I stared at him in disbelief and shrugged. 

"I mean, no.  But you're both over a foot taller than me, and w-when you guys are mad,"  I stuttered, trying to find the right words for what I wanted to say.  "Yeah!  A little!" He laughed as he drank from his beer, shaking his head.  I smiled at my own embarrassment and looked at the door, expecting someone, or something.  I wasn't really sure.  Then he walked in.