Summary: Dean goes to Military school, and when he graduates and comes home, his family realizes the young boy they sent off is much different now.

Chapter 1:

The ticking from the clock on the wall just didn't stop! It started to annoy Sam so much that his eyebrow twitched, and he considered grabbing it and smashing it on the ground.

His father seemed to be in the same boat. He was staring at it and his eyes darkened every time the minute hand finally made it's stiff movement. John actually started to stand, when Mary put a strong hand on his knee and sat him back down.

"No." She said calmly and put her other hand on Sam's knee. She was sitting in the middle of them so she did this easily.

If anybody could control the male Winchester's, it was Mary Winchester herself.

Although.. That's not completely true. There was one male Winchester that she couldn't control.

Dean Winchester. He was a happy boy and everything, his heart was true, but his actions were not.

It started off with him stealing money from kids so he could buy Sam a new skateboard when their parents refused to. Then it would go to spray paint on the walls when his teachers told him to show them a new way to do art.

And then finally, Dean would backtalk his parents.

They didn't know why it had started. Honestly, when Dean was a child, he was always "follow the leader and don't ask questions."

Now it's more "shoot the leader in the back and fuck everything."

John had enough of that when he kept seeing Mary burst into tears at Dean's foul language and attitude. Of course, with Dean's decline in interest in Mary and John's wishes, his grades went down too. Suddenly he went from a straight A kid, to a kid that literally did everything to make sure he was one percent over failing. Just passing.

So the family had finally resorted to the one thing they never wanted.

Military school. Bootcamp. School for troubled teens. Whatever it's called today, that's where Dean went. And Dean went kicking and screaming. Sam was practically the same though. He constantly fought against his parents to keep Dean home, since he strongly believed Dean just "needed time."

They had sent Dean away, and used to send mail daily, but never received anything in return.

When they went to visit, Dean refused to see them, and got them kicked off of school grounds every time for stating "I don't know them. Get them out."

They simply gave up, and waited for the eldest son to return home.

Now he has graduated at the age of eighteen, and his report card was sent in to John's email. When he showed Mary, she instantly exploded into tears.

Straight A's, but all of them had S's beside. Which stood for "Satisfactory." With each comment each teacher gave, they all said his studies were superb, but his attitude just wasn't there. He barely spoke, and the only time he did was when he was picked by the teacher. He was polite of course, but quiet.

It mystified the Winchester's. When was Dean ever quiet? The Dean they knew never shut up. Even when he was in deep trouble, every question was met with a snarky reply that just got him in deeper shit.

It almost scared them. What was Dean like now?

They were soon going to find out. They were sitting in the office at Dean's school, awaiting for Dean to come to them so they could all be reunited as a happy family, and go home. From what the Principal said, Dean had scored a fullride even.

Now they waited. With that stupid fucking clock.

Sam didn't even know what to expect. Dean had stopped texting him secretly, and cut off all his ties from everybody. It had scared Sam. It actually made him believe his brother was dead. He had instantly ran into his father's arm screaming and crying at the thought, and John was bewildered and terrified that his son had suddenly burst into tears.

When Sam had tried to explain, all that had come out was cut sentences that made no sense, so finally after a hour of comforting from Mary, Sam had finally told them.

They were a bit upset that Dean didn't talk to his parents, but they were happy he at least spoke to his brother, but they were worried about Dean as well. Why would he suddenly stop talking all at once? They even looked at the conversation, and noticed he had stopped in the middle of a sentence.

But John and Mary just told Sam that he needed to focus on his work.

So Sam stopped texting Dean after sending twenty messages with no response, and awaited for this day to be reunited with his older brother.

Now Sam fidgeted in his seat.

Was Dean still that awesome big brother? Would he still do those awesome things that made Sam adore him so much?

They were all pulled from their thoughts when a door opened from behind. The three Winchester's looked to see the Principal standing there.

"Dean is all packed. He's waiting outside." The Principal gave an obvious fake smile and stepped out and led the Winchester's to the door.

When they all got outside, they all saw a tall man, that didn't look like he belonged in a school. In fact, he looked at least halfway through his twenties already.

When the male turned when he heard the door open, Mary instantly knew it was Dean. His green eyes were the exact same, and his features didn't look too different from when they sent him away four years ago.

Dean just stood there and stared at them with cold, and blank green eyes.

John wasn't sure what he was expecting. He secretly hoped even that Dean would run into his arms, overjoyed that his family was here. He also expected that Dean would give angry responses, or say something.

Instead, Dean stood there, his face devoid of emotion. He had his bag beside him, and John noticed he wasn't taking much. Just a duffle bag..

He didn't want anymore awkward silences though. He let a smile slip onto his face as he walked over to his eldest.

"Good to see you Dean. You've shaped up well." He said as he hugged his son. He wasn't lying though. He could feel the pure muscle under his arms. He was just hurt when Dean didn't hug back, and still remained silent. Mary joined him and smiled as she rubbed her eyes softly.

"Hello Dean. I hope you're ready to come home. Tonight we're having your favorite stew and pie." She said and hoped that would've elected an emotion onto his face, but Dean numbly nodded, and started walking towards the Impala.

The three Winchester's stared at a loss after the eldest son. Since when did Dean ever walk away silently?

Sam was ready to burst into tears. This is the first time seeing him in four years, and he doesn't even look at him!

John rested a reassuring hand on Sam's shoulder and gave a weak smile.

As Dean was putting his bag into the trunk, he lifted his head to make sure his parents weren't watching.

He slowly pulled out a small bag, that was tinier than his fist.

"Damn I forgot to get rid of this.. Stupid witch." He muttered as he grabbed his lighter from his coat pocket.

As he was turned away, Mary had walked up and spotted the lighter and paused.

She had to wonder, had Dean taken up smoking?

Trying her best to smile brightly, she interrupted his activities by making herself known.

"Tonight, we can even watch a movie, Dean." She said, and Dean immediately shoved the two objects deep into his pockets and turned to her. His gaze seemed innocent enough, but Mary knew better when it came to her son.

She opened her mouth to say something, but Dean was already heading for the door to the Impala, and climbing inside. Trying to feign her hurt, Mary felt a gentle, large hand on her shoulder and she leaned into John.

"Just give him time Mary.. He'll warm up to us soon.." John said and Mary knew Sam was also snuggling up to John's side.

"I know I just.." Mary broke herself off, and instead shook her head and headed to the passenger seat door.

"Let's just go." She mumbled and got in. She glanced behind her at Dean, who made it his mission to not meet anybody's eyes.

Sam climbed in beside Dean, and smiled at him. He could finally talk to Dean!

"Hey Dean." He said, and Dean slowly rose his eyes to his younger brother, and gave a discreet nod before he looked back at the floor as if it was paved with gold.

Sam swallowed loudly, and turned away. Dean could feel the hurt coming off him, and he hated the fact that he could so easily hurt his little brother, but he couldn't become attached. Nor could they with him. God knows when he won't be returning to dinner every night after all.

He stared blankly out the window as John ignited the engine. He felt the nostalgia when he heard the Impala roar, but he tried to ignore it.

Ignoring it was a losing battle from the start however. He could never ignore his baby.

So he made a small sweep of the Impala with his eyes to check if everything was still the same as when he left.

Initials in the side. Check.

Small green army guy stuck in the ashtray. Check.

Legos stuck in the heating vents. Check.

As he saw none of them were touched, he let a smile grace his lips for a second, feeling relieved. He let the smile rub off his face almost as soon as it appeared, and he went back to being neutral.

John caught the smile however, and felt an odd sense of relief. Good, his son could still feel happiness.

It took far too long to get home, but when they did, the space was so tense it could be slashed easily with a knife, and every Winchester got out of the car almost as soon as the doors were unlocked.

Dean hurriedly grabbed his bag from the trunk before he took a longing glance at his home. The home that he hadn't returned to in four years.

Letting nearly a sigh grace his lips, he let Mary unlock the door to the house before he went inside. He gave back his house key the day he was leaving for military school. He spotted his old key still sitting in the small bowl by the entrance, in the exact same place he left it last.

He let his eyes roam the rooms, and realized not much has changed. Except for the fact that Sam didn't have toys everywhere since he grew out of that period.

Dean suddenly felt the somber feeling. Sam hadn't even been ten when he left. He wasn't there to greet Sam into his first decade of being alive.

He bit his lip, and instead distracted himself by looking at more things, as if they belonged in a museum.

He felt the three pairs of eyes watching him, but he decided to just ignore them.

Mary and John watched from the entrance, and sadly watched Dean rediscover everything. Sam watched from behind them at the stairs.

Finally, Dean knew he had enough, and he also promised to make a call as soon as he got home.

As he found his room upstairs, he closed the door behind him and immediately salted it.

He didn't give his room more than a sweeping glance, almost sad that all of his fourteen year old stuff was here. It wasn't even touched either. He could see the layer of dust on everything.

He tossed his bag onto his bed, and sat on it as he brought his hands together and pressed them against his chin.

"O' totally amazing Cas, I call on you to get your feathery ass over here."

In almost two seconds or less, there was a distinct sound of wings beating, and the sound of a landing.

A tall man that looked a couple years older than Dean landed in front of him. His tan trench coat was still the same, and his hair was still sticking up in places. Dean was almost annoyed. He wanted a little change. In fact, it was like he never left the Winchester household. Except for the fact everyone was older.

Except Cas. He never changed.

"Hello Dean." He greeted in his normal, mostly blank tone. The other grinned, happy to see his best friend in one piece.

He offered a hug, and the man awkwardly hugged back at first, before he relaxed.

"Hey Cas."

"How are things around here?" Dean asked as he gave a final pat to his shoulder and sat back down on his bed.

"Well.. It's mostly quiet. I detected a demon possession nearby however." Castiel reported, and Dean's eyes twinkled with interest.

"Just one demon?" He asked as he leaned forward slightly in excitement.

"I think so." Castiel said and narrowed his eyes.

"Does your family know you're a hunter?" He asked, and didn't like the answer Dean gave him.

"Nah. They don't need the trouble in their perfect lives." Dean almost sneered, and Cas frowned.

"Your family loves you, Dean." He said, and the human shrugged.

"Does it matter? I just don't want them involved." He said as he went over to his bag and pulled out a couple things. A shotgun, a flask of holy water, some clips and bullets, and a knife. He threw them onto his bed before he reached behind him and pulled out his .45 from the back of his jeans.

Cas hated watching Dean get ready. It was always sad to see a normal man, who had the chance to do so much more with his life, do something as dangerous and suicidal like going to war. He practically was really, but he was the only soldier against millions.

Or.. Not completely true. Castiel would always have his back, no matter what.

"You don't have to stick around if you don't want to, Cas. It'll be an easy exorcism." Dean said as he grabbed his journal that had the exorcism in it.

"Yes but.. I want to help you." Castiel said and looked around his room, to occupy his time from watching Dean get ready.

He noticed in the pictures that were framed and on the wall, was that Dean was in a lot of them, but he was with his family, and he was happy.

"When was this photo taken?" Cas asked as he pointed at a picture of Dean with Sam beside him. They were both awkwardly standing in front of a field, and behind them, Cas could see people running and playing.

Dean looked up, and his eyes softened at the picture.

"That was when Sammy was trying out for the pee-wee soccer team. He got in, but Sam didn't really want to do it." Dean's green eyes filled with laughter for a moment, before he returned to loading his shotgun and begun to sharpen his knife on whetstone.

"Do you two get along?" Cas asked, and Dean paused.

"We used to." He said, quieter this time and Cas frowned.

"Doesn't he still love you?" He questioned him, curious.

"I dunno.. I just can't let him get close. So if I have to distance myself, then I will." Dean said as he threw his extra weapons under his bed and made they were covered before he put the things he needed into his bag.

"Dean.." Castiel tried, but Dean had closed himself off quickly, and dropped his bag onto the floor.

"Alright I'll get out of the house at eight. I'll pray to you when I'm outside." Dean said quickly, and Castiel paused, before he reluctantly nodded.

"I'll see you tonight then." Cas said, before he disappeared.

Dean stood there for a couple seconds longer, before he went to go look at the objects in his room.

He had a couple trophies on his dresser, but he could see they clearly needed a dusting. Same with most of his photographs.

As Dean went to go lay on his bed and sleep for a little, he heard something outside his door, and with his trained hunter senses, he carefully and quickly went to the door silently. He pressed his ear against it, and slowly pulled his fully loaded .45 from his pants and slowly opened the door, keeping the gun hidden.

He didn't see anyone, so he suspected someone must've been walking by or something.

Dean closed his door and reapplied the salt line, and slowly approached the bed.

He remembered suddenly when his parents would tuck him in. Would give him kisses, and wish him good night.

It was hard, but Dean forced the thought from his mind, and it felt him feeling cold and angry. He didn't want that anymore. He didn't want their love. They betrayed him, and sent his life into a crash course of events.

As he rested on his bed, he crossed his arms behind his head, and stared at the popcorn ceiling for a couple moments, before he closed his eyes and let his nightmares plague his dreams.

Little did Dean know, someone was listening in on him for a while.

"Dean?" Mary nervously knocked on the door, and got more concerned when there was no answer. She opened the door to reveal a dark room. She saw her eldest sleeping in his bed, and she smiled softly. She didn't want to wake him up, but she also wanted Dean to eat dinner with his family and feel welcome.

She said his name again, but nearly silent snores answered her. She approached him more, but froze when she heard a groan.

"N..Noo.." His voice was deep, and she realized this was the first time hearing his eighteen year old voice.

"Dean?" She tried again as he started to struggle in his sleep. She noticed that he was getting tangled up quickly in his blankets, which was making him start to panic.

"Dean." She repeated, louder this time and gave up on the silent approach. She went to her son's side and shook his shoulder. Instantly, his eyes snapped open and grabbed her wrist in a bone-crushing grip. She winced, and tried to pull back, but Dean's grip stayed true until he realized who he was hurting.

He let go and edged away from her, and looked around the room quickly, eyes suspicious and sharp. It almost made her heart break. Why would Dean need to be paranoid?

She cleared her throat, and pushed back her troubles as best as she could.

"Hey Dean.. Dinner is ready." She spoke weakly, and mentally kicked herself at how nervous she sounded.

Dean studied her, and felt guilty at how he reacted to her wake-up call, but usually, his fast instincts were what kept him alive.

The teen stood up and stretched, hearing bones and muscles pop loudly, and he squinted for a moment. He glanced at the clock and read it was seven. Good, one hour before he's going hunting.

He followed Mary down the stairs and into the kitchen area, where his family were grabbing their plates and putting food on their plates.

Dean awkwardly walked into the room, and waited for John and Sam to leave before he grabbed his plate from the cupboard, and grabbed some stew from the pot.

His stomach growled, and he stared at his stew hungrily. Even though he was pissed at his family, and was trying to stay distant, he could never hate his mother's cooking. She put the capital Y in Yum.

He grabbed his fork and knife, and followed Mary to the dining area. Sam and John were already eating, but while they did, they were arguing. Without a word, Mary smacked them both over their heads with her palm. With one look at her fiery gaze the two Winchester's calmed down.

Dean snickered internally, but kept his facade calm and cool, and sat down at the table.

Silence drowned out the atmosphere..

It was too much silence, and Dean found himself finding it hard to swallow his food. John seemed to be having a similar case, because he got up and grabbed a glass of water.

"So Dean.. Do you have anything to say about your school?" Mary said, but all Dean heard was "how was the last four years of your life?"

Dean looked up and looked between Sam and Mary quickly, and felt John's presence returning to the room, and he felt uncomfortable with the attention on him. So he shrugged and stuffed his face full of potato.

"So we heard you got a fullride." John tried, and Dean winced. He really didn't want to talk about that.. He already planned on not going.

Dean just shrugged again, and he could tell he was trying his parents patience, but he knew it was better if they didn't love him. It'd be easier for them to say goodbye to him. Either way, Dean wasn't going to be around here for much longer. Once he can buy his own car, he's out of there. And if death comes first, well then he's going to be gone anyway.

"Dean who was that guy in your room before?" Sam spoke to Dean for the first time since they were in the car, and everybody stopped and looked at Sam. Dean, having a slightly different expression on his face than his parents.

"What are you talking about, Sam?" John asked, and looked at Dean, wondering what in the world his youngest was talking about.

Dean tried to silence Sam with a dark look, but the youngest was unfazed.

"There was a guy talking to Dean in his room. They were talking about hunting and-" Sam broke off when Dean shot up and out of the room. The three remaining Winchester's were stunned at Dean's reaction, and Mary and John looked at Sam.

"Sam, what was Dean doing with this man?"

"Cas bad news. Apparently Sam heard us talking and he heard word for word. I need your feathery ass here now!" Dean said quickly as he grabbed his duffel bag. When Cas didn't respond or appear, he knew he needed to leave anyway. It was eight, and that demon needed to get taken care of asap. Whether or not he's getting a grounding when he gets home.

As Dean was carefully climbing out the window, he let his mind wander. Can his parents even ground him anymore? What if he just denied them? He was an adult now, so can he do those things?

Dean glanced at the ground, and wasn't too crazy about dropping that far. He glanced at the nearby tree, and thought about just jumping to the tree and hoping to catch on a branch.

So that was exactly what he did. He dove forward and grasped onto a branch sticking out. He felt it shake wildly, and suddenly he heard a loud snap and he was plunging towards the ground.

He landed hard and ungracefully, and grunted painfully as fire tore up his legs.

Glancing up at his window, he truly realized how far the fall was now, and he wouldn't be surprised if his ankle or something was broken.

Suddenly, the light from his window flickered on, and he cursed. They must know he's not there now, and that wasn't great first impressions, Plus, they didn't have to go far to find him.

Not surprisingly, John looked out the still open window, and spotted his son on the ground.

"Dean!" He shouted and disappeared from the window.

"Dammit Cas! I don't care if you're fighting a hell hound right now. Just come get me out of here!" Dean hissed out loud, and suddenly Dean felt a new presence beside him.

The next time Dean blinked, he was suddenly in an alleyway and Cas stood over him, glancing down worriedly.

"What happened, Dean?" He asked as he placed two fingers on his forehead, and healed Dean's injuries.

Relieved of the pain, Dean stood up and looked at Cas.

"Well I tried to escape the house.. That didn't end well. Plus my family is onto us. Sam heard us chatting." He explained and Cas frowned.

"That's not good?" He asked and Dean shook his head.

"Defiantly not. Cas, Sam doesn't know you. It's suspicious when there's a man in your son's room, talking about hunting and stuff." He said as he noticed he still had his duffel slung over his shoulder. He double checked to see if everything was alright and that the holy water didn't leak or something, with it's rough landing.

"I guess." Cas murmured, and Dean looked up at his blue eyed friend.

"So where is this demon?" He asked, suddenly feeling battle ready.

John raced down the stairs, startling both Mary and Sam on the way, but he could care less at the moment. He just saw his son laying on the ground outside, bleeding out.

Although, he half expected that he had imagined it when he reached outside, and saw nobody. No Dean.

When he went to go investigate closer up however, he spotted evidence that proved Dean was there originally. Blood splotches covered places and it was fresh.

"John?" Mary called out to her husband, who looked like he was on the verge of a full on freak out.

"Dean's hurt, and I don't know where he is." John said quickly as he rushed to grab his keys for the Impala, and a coat for himself since it's pretty cold out tonight.

In less than two minutes, John was driving up and down the streets, while Mary and Sam looked for Dean on foot, shouting and calling his name.

As John drove, he thought of why in the world Dean was running. He was injured, right? So he should've just come right in. What business does he have with the world right now?

Then John thought back to Sam's words.

"He spoke of demons and exorcisms. I heard him loading a gun or something, like in the movies and the guy he was talking to, seemed to know him quite well."

John gripped the steering wheel harder in frustration.

"Apparently he's trying to distance himself from us, because he wants us safe.. Is Dean in danger?" John had felt his heart break at those words, and he pressed harder on the gas pedal.

If Dean was in trouble, then John would beat the shit out of whoever threatened his son. Then he'd demand answers from Dean.

Dean had walked confidently into that pub, with Castiel in tow. His eyes scanned the room, and when he saw the man that fit the description Cas gave him, he looked at the angel who nodded in confirmation.

They sat down nearby, and Dean ordered a beer, while Cas didn't order anything.

Patience was key, and it was a good thing they both had a lot, since they had to wait a hour until the demon finally got up and left the bar.

Without looking at each other, Dean and Cas carefully followed the monster, and trailed behind the demon by a couple yards. They made sure to keep the demon in their sights the entire time.

When they rounded a corner however, they stopped and noticed the demon was just gone.

"Damn. You think he teleported out?" Dean asked Cas, who continued to look around.

Dean had turned his back for about ten seconds when he heard the sounds of a struggle, and he whirled around to see the demon holding Cas, with an angel blade pressed to his throat.

"That's a fancy blade. How in the world did you get your hands on something like that?" Dean rose an eyebrow at the demon, who smirked.

"I've seen people, and done things I shouldn't talk about." They responded smoothly, before their eyes narrowed.

"Wait.. You're Dean Winchester!" It gasped, and Dean smirked at the fearful gaze it had for a moment, before the demon attempted cockiness again, but it wasn't the same when Dean already saw through it's facade.

"Ah how golden this would be if I could take you back to ol' Yellow Eyes. He has a price on your head, you know." The demon smirked, but Dean wasn't fazed.

"Is that so? Well, I'll show him my thanks by sending your head." A second later, Dean kicked up a pebble from the ground and with perfect aim, it hit the demon right in the eye.

It scowled and immediately gripped it's eye. Cas took that moment to free himself and grab the angel blade from it's grasp and turn it on the demon. He stabbed the demon, and Dean winced.

The demon's life flickered, as his mouth opened wide, and it fell back and died quickly.

"Weren't we supposed to save the vessel?" Dean tried, but Cas's eyes were cold when the angel looked at him.

"The vessel was already dead." Cas crouched down to the dead body, and pulled the shirt back to reveal a stab wound in his shoulder, that looked like it was days old.

Dean quirked his lip in disgust, before he noticed a car was approaching.

Not just any car however.

It's the Impala.. Shit.

Dean looked at Cas quickly.

"I need you to take the body and go."

"But what about-" Cas was broken off by Dean shoving him towards the corpse.

"Now Cas! John can't see me with a corpse!"

Without another second wasted, Cas and the body were gone, and now Dean faced the car that pulled up.

John exited the Impala, and marched straight towards him. Dean stayed silent as John looked him over and patted him up and down.

"What the hell happened, Dean? What is going on?" John asked, and Dean stared at him silently.

"I know you can talk son. So do us both a favor and start." John growled out, and Dean rose an eyebrow.

"You look like hell." Dean stated, and felt like laughing at John's priceless face.

"What happened to the injuries?" John asked, ignoring Dean's comment, and his eldest shrugged.

"They healed."

"Like hell they healed! I saw you laying on the damn ground, bleeding out!" John snapped at him, his concern and worry turning morphing into anger.

Dean faltered, and didn't know how to respond. How does one explain injuries that healed themselves in less than five minutes?

So Dean did what he did best. Stayed silent.

John breathed loudly through his nose, so he led them back to the Impala, and made sure Dean got in first before he joined him.

The car ride was silent, and every time Dean tried to turn on music, John would just turn it back off. John was too set off to listen to rock, or blues right now.

As soon as they pulled into the Winchester's driveway however, Dean had thoughts of just bolting it. John couldn't catch him, could he? Dean had trained hard at school, and Bobby sure helped as well.

Speaking of Bobby, he needed to visit the old geezer sometime. The old man was more like his father than his actual father himself!

John seemed to notice that Dean was getting ready to run, so he locked the doors and leaned back in his seat and breathed out loudly. Dean looked over, and frowned.

"This isn't exactly how I planned our first day back with you." John admitted as he looked over at Dean. His eldest snorted and turned his head away.

"Well sorry that I've never lived up to your expectations, John." Dean sneered, hating himself for talking back but he was in no mood for chick-flick moments.

John couldn't help but feel the strong twinge of pain in his chest, but it took everything in him not to retort back at him.

"Mary and Sam are worried about you, Dean." John started, and Dean looked sharply at him, his eyes flashing.

"I don't need you guys to worry dammit! I'll be leaving soon, so get off my back." Dean said quickly, and John rose an eyebrow.

"To university?" He asked, and wasn't amused when Dean stayed silent.

"Dean, what do you want with your future?" He asked and Dean grunted.

"You'd do everything to make sure I didn't do what I wanted." He said and John leaned in, confused but willing to listen.

"Just tell me, and we'll see." He said, and Dean looked at him, and John was surprised by the dark look in his son's eyes. As if he's lived a million years, and seen much more shit than anybody.

"I want a job with a gun in my right hand, and a flask of holy water in my left."

Without another word, Dean manually unlocked his door, and slammed it behind him as he left the Impala, and practically jogged over to the house.

John was left once again stunned by his son. He's lost track of how many times Dean has done that today.

Was his son a murderer? Or someone that wanted to go to war?

But what was with the holy water? Does that mean he's a saint?

John grabbed at his head in frustration, and got out himself to smell the fresh air.

Dean stepped inside, and a blur of a fourteen year old, smacked right into him. Dean nearly fell back, and forced back the instincts to pull out his gun and smack and shoot whatever was gripping him around his chest.

When he calmed down, he came to realize it was Sammy, and not only that, he was crying.

He found himself bringing himself down to Sam's height so they could evenly look at each other, and Dean brushed Sam's hands away from his eyes to reveal his red eyes.

"D-Dean I was so sc-ared." Sam sniffled as another group of tears fell down his cheeks, and Dean felt his heart get stabbed repeatedly. This ironically felt worse than when he was actually stabbed.

"Hey Sammy.. Look, I'm alright." Dean whispered, as he finally brought his younger brother into a much needed hug. He rested his head on top of Sam's, as he stared straight ahead, until he heard footsteps coming up to the open front door behind him.

For a moment, he thought it would be John, but when a gentle, warm body pressed against his back, he knew instantly it wasn't John, but Mary.

He relaxed more, and closed his eyes. He felt like crying himself, but he held himself back.

Suddenly, he heard Mary softly humming in her chest, and it vibrated against his back, and he recognized the song "Hey Jude."

At that moment, Dean knew he needed to get out of this sandwich, or else he won't last with dry eyes.

He awkwardly made his way out, and Mary continued to hum and rock Sam, as she stared at Dean with sad eyes, but something in them said "we're talking about this later."

Knowing that, he still made his way off to his room and closed the door, and reapplied the salt at places he needed it.

A/N: Hey guys I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'm already writing the second one, so hopefully I can either get it out today or tomorrow!

BE WARNED! UPDATES WILL NOT COME EVERYDAY!

Seriously guys xD I'm sorry, but I can't manage it. I'll try to update as fast as possible, and usually reviews and stuff get me to write faster, but we'll see.. Anyway, bye guys!