The vampire hunt was a cakewalk, considering it was his very first solo hunt. The only problem Dean seemed to still have was the cleanup. God, he hated the cleanup. He had always had help cleaning up. John had left the cleanup to the brothers once Sam had hit an age old enough to bury a body. The two Winchester had always made a game out of it. Dean would quiz Sam on things for school, like vocabulary for English or facts about World War II for American History.

Now Dean was alone. Sam was with some lady and John was off doing God knows what. There was a hole in Dean's chest that he didn't know was empty until just now. He hadn't felt this way since Sam and John had gone on that camping trip alone three years ago. Dean had been jealous at first, but he eventually had just wanted to see his little brother again.

Soon, everything was buried and washed away as if it had never happened. Dean brushed his hands together as if dusting them off and then proceeded to grab his worn duffel bag from the grass. He began his walk from the burial ground to the Impala. Idaho would be ion his rearview mirror soon.

And soon, Sam would be riding shotgun as Dean played his tapes horribly loud.

WwW

The next day, Sam was back at school. No teachers asked where he had been for the past two days. Nobody asked why he had burns on his wrists or why he had a black eye. No one cared and that was a hard realization for the youngest Winchester. His entire life he had been around people who had cared. Sure, John left a lot, but he still wanted to know how school was and if he had any friends. And Dean, well Dean had put Sam first his entire life. There wasn't a problem in the world that Sam couldn't tell Dean about.

He wished his big brother was here this very instant. Dean would know what to do. Dean would patch up his injuries and would get him the hell out of the house. He would never make Sam see those psycho people ever again.

But Dean wasn't here. Dean wasn't there to do everything Sam counted on him doing.

And that hurt.

Sam walked down the hall, ignoring a few whispers that seemed to follow him everywhere he went. He turned, entering the boy's bathroom to throw some water on his face.

Instead, he was met by a very tall student who looked extremely angry.

Sam was just about to politely ask the man to move when he was grabbed by his hair, pulling him roughly into the bathroom.

"So you're the bitch that's been spreading rumors about my girlfriend," the tall man said, glaring down at Sam, who had been thrown to the ground.

"What? No, I-I haven't-"

"Shut up!" A kick was delivered to Sam's stomach, causing him to cry out.

"How dare you speak of Stephanie that way! When I'm through with you, you'll never say a damn word again!"