Life isn't so easy in a world like this. It is constant battle to be who we want to be and survive at the same time. There are two different levels of world here. The high and mighty and the run down. I just happen to live the run down side. I don't have that many friends; most of them are just fellow gang members. I do have a brother, but he is more focused in school and other things like that he doesn't really get involved much. He only steps in when we have a fight or anything major. Sometimes I wonder how he fits in. He is not a low class greaser like me or a high class soc; even though he is different I would do anything for him, even die. I mean I practically raised him. My dad worked really hard and was too busy trying to get food on the table he didn't have time to raise us. It used to bug me a little, but know I know he did what he had to. Now he is dead. I just wished I had helped him more. I wasn't the best at watching Sammy and it caused trouble, other than that we had a pretty good life. Now it's different I am just about dead for what I do. I just have to say Sammy has it easy.
"Hey Dean!" I shift to see Ash coming up to where I stand leaning against a pole. Ash has always been a drunk, but he is real smart and exceptional. I am glad I know him. He has gotten me out of many issues. He actually lives with my close friend Joe and her mom Ellen.
"Hey Ash." I smirk at him as he stumbles and then reaches me.
"Sam has been looking for you. He called Ellen asking her if she knew where you were. So what's up why aren't you answering Sam, you always do?" Ash crosses his arm and looks at me.
"Uh, nothing. Just needed time alone I guess."
"Dean, that's not like you. You would be jumping on that phone call to make sure Sammy was alright."
"Well maybe you don't know me as well as you thought." I push myself off the pole and head toward where my house knowing that Sam would be there. "Ash, since Sammy called Ellen, make sure to tell her I am fine. I don't need her worrying about Sam and me."
"No problem, but Dean if you have an issue or need something, let me help. We don't need to lose you like we did your father, I mean Sammy needs you, we all need you. Alright man." I nod, but all I think is people can manage without me.
Walking into the house, Sam jumps up and rushes over to me. "Dean! Where were you?"
"Wow Sam, I didn't know you cared so much."
"Ha ha, very funny. No I am serious."
"Sammy I am a grown man. I can take care of myself."
"Yeah, whatever. I can never get a straight answer from you." Sam turns and shakes his head, returning to his studies.
"So what did you do today?"
"You're kidding right?"
"What?"
"You're really going to make small talk. I can't believe it."Sam slouches in his chair and laughs. "I didn't do much, just studied."
'Now was that so hard? Did you really have to make that big of a deal? Anyway my day was uneventful. I worked at the local car shop with Bobby and didn't have any problems with high class."
"Good for you. What did you do for the four hours after you got off work?"
"I was thinking."
"Oh really?" A look of shock rises on his face.
"You are not the only one who can think and be smart." I smirk and roll my eyes at my conceited brother.
"Are you hungry?"
"Nah, I ate."
"Well I haven't, so I am going down to the hang out to eat."
"Alright." I walk out the door with a small wave to Sammy and walk out the door.
I trudge my way over to the dinner which is about three miles from my house; boy I wish I had a car. I kicked the pebbles on the sidewalk and continued to think. Then something that normally doesn't happen to me does. A group of socs jump out from their fancy white GTX '67.
I start for my pocket where I keep my blade, but before I could they jumped me. Four jump on me pulling me down. Of course they grouped up to take me down, if they didn't I would have beaten them easily. They pushed me to my knees and reached into my pocket and grabbed out my blade, flipping it open and bringing it to my face.
"Hey Winchester, brought friends this time." My face was lifted to look up at the face of Zachariah. Man I really hated this guy. Ever since I turned down joining their gang they have been constantly trying to fight with me. What's even worse is now they are starting to pick on Sammy as well.
"Can't fight your own battles Zachariah?"
"You turned down ALL of us, meaning you have to deal with all of us." I sigh and shake my head.
"You know you are making a mistake I will get you back. You will not get away with anything."
"I am aware of this; I know you can't break that's why once I am finished with you I am going after Sammy."
"Don't you touch him you son of a bitch." With that Zachariah laughs and motions for Uriel the one who took my blade to hand him the blade. He took it in his hand and places it on my cheek. He slowly pushes the point into my skin and slides down toward my jaw. I grunt and snap at him. "You can do what you want with me, but don't you dare mess with Sammy." My insides where churning and my skin was boiling. Then I feel a kick to my side. Apparently Uriel didn't like me talking to Zachariah that way.
"Oh what we do to you will be nothing compared to what we do to Sam. Poor guy probably won't be moving much for a good while."
"SON OF A BITCH!" I jump up and yank the people of me and start for Zachariah. I managed to get one blow to his face before a stunning pain comes up my side. I look down and see that Zachariah had stabbed me in the side. I clutch my side, but don't fall, that is until Michael punched me in the gut. The socs started to surround me when I heard a scream, but it wasn't a voice I recognized.
"Stop! Zachariah, Michael, leave him alone. The socs shift and I could now see who it was trying to stop them. The first thing I noticed was his shocking blue eyes, then his dark hair. Who was this, but before I could find out, I passed out cold.