(For those who are wondering, I'm still working on UF. As of right now I'm on chapter 11. At this point, a lot of it is copy and paste with a slight tweaking happening. As I come to the later chapters I plan on actually rewriting those. But this isn't that story. This is TTID, and I don't know where this came from, but it came to mind, and I had to write it out.

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Behave

Sam and Dean were both incredibly smart. Sam used her brains all the time. She over accomplished in school, and all the teachers loved her. However, teachers hated him, this incredibly smart kid didn't apply himself in the classroom and refused to his work. He only used his brain to keep his family safe on and off hunts, and that was it. Sometimes that meant that he got kicked out of schools, for any manner of reasons.

Narrowing his eyes at the stupid jock in front of him he realized, this time wasn't going to be because he was protecting his family. This time it was for a far more banal reason. It was one of those stupid cliché movie misunderstandings. Dean was angry.

He'd been everywhere, and seen everything. He'd been in more towns and Todd Barr was one of those awful human beings that would stick out in his memory for the rest of his life. He was jerk jock, not that all jocks were jerks, and daddy bought him everything he could ever want. On the first day, he'd gone to this terrible person's school Todd mocked Dean's Salvation Army jeans. From there it had been nothing but hate between the two. Any chance meeting in the hallway ended up with negative words exchanged.

All it had been was words. He promised Sam he'd behave this time around. No getting kicked out, no pissing off teachers. And he was doing well- until Cindy, his very blond girlfriend, claimed that Dean had pushed her in a janitor's closet and made out with her. Not that she hadn't tried. She had shoved him in; stroked his chest and pressed soft kisses to his lips until he finally pushed past her and into the hallway. He had known that it would cause a fight- or worse.

Which is why he was now surrounded by half the school save a small circle parted where Todd and he stood attempting to talk out the situation. At least he was, Todd had already stripped off his Letterman jacket and was cracking his knuckles. Dean wasn't worried Todd would beat him. He was worried that Todd and his wealthy daddy would make him break his promise to Sam.

Which she would get curious soon. She'd be out of class about – Dean checked the height of the sun in the sky – 10 minutes ago actually, and the simple fact that Dean wasn't outside waiting for the Impala had already alerted her to the issue. If his phone wasn't on silent, he imagined he'd felt, or heard a call.

The fact that the high school and the middle school were a mere two blocks away, meant that he'd expect her to come by mid-fight. Great.

Todd mistook Dean's worry over his little sister, for concern about the potential upcoming fight. "Yeah, you little punk ass. Worried now?"

Dean rolled his eyes and gave Todd a withering look. "For you, actually. Look lame-brain, as I have mentioned before, your ever-devoted girlfriend made moves on me." Dean ignored Cindy's firm shake of her head. "I turned her down."

"And I told you before, you're a fucking liar!" Todd burst.

Okay so obviously the truth wasn't making this situation any better. Dean would just have to dodge and weave until he could get in a good black out punch. End the argument quickly and get in his car before a teacher or principle saw fit to pull him into the office.

"Trust me. You do not want to do this. I don't want the trouble, and you don't want the humiliation."

Dean confidently stepped to the side when Todd blindly rushed him. He watched patiently as the senior to his junior stumbled and caught himself. The crowd had continued to chant, but this time a ripple of laughter was heard. Not aiding in Todd's friendly demeanor.

"Oh, I'm not going to be the one humiliated." Todd growled. "You're going to regret touching my girl."

Cindy smiled prettily for her doting boyfriend. Dean wondered how many other guys she'd made out with, or more, without Todd knowing. Seriously he could keep her.

Todd was starting to use his brain this time around and aimed a kick that would have knocked Dean over- would have. Dean easily jumped back and blocked the fist that Todd jabbed immediately after. "Look, you can have her. I already told you, I didn't rope her in."

"Cindy would never-" Todd tried to punch again, and gritted his teeth when Dean absorbed the punch with his own fist. "-do that to me."

Dean chuckled. "You are one blind guy."

The crowd was jostling to his right. Dean heard the grumbling as people were being elbowed to the side. His attention snapped back as Todd took advantage of his wandering mind. Had Dean not been so well trained he would have been hit. Once again would have.

The crowd was still complaining and a pitchy voice was demanding to come through. A familiar demanding voice. Oh shit.

"Give me a second." Dean put up his hands.

"Fight like a man." Todd snarled, not accepting the terms of a cease fire. "You haven't even swung once."

"And you haven't even hit me once." Dean teased ducking down and spinning away from another fist. "I mean it. Give me a second."

Todd once again overbalanced and stumbled. His perfect and loving girlfriend was looking irritated and bored. Todd must have noticed because he was clearly getting more irritated. "Fuck you!" He rushed forward again and Dean would have danced away again, except a ratty backpack flew through the air and slammed into the jocks face. His head snap back and he fell to the ground a little stunned.

Dean turned and looked over his shoulder. Great. There she was in all her fury. Sure, she was his scraggly 13-year-old sister, but she had her hands on her hips and everything.

"Good shot, Sam."

"Don't you dare casually banter with me." Sam snapped. "I told you new town, no trouble."

Todd was pressing a hand to his split lip that was trickling blood. "What the fuck? You stupid, bitch."

Dean opened his mouth to tell Todd to shut his mouth. Nobody spoke to his sister like that. Only he didn't have to.

"Oh, put a lid on it." Sam rolled her eyes. "Look whatever Dean did, he's sorry. Now let the matter go, before you really get hurt."

Dean scowled and looked over at his little sister. He was surrounded by his peers, and didn't want to give off the appearance of being whipped by a mere middle schooler. "Look, I haven't done anything this time around. And don't scold me like I'm your kid."

"You do it to me all the time." Sam watched as Todd was finding his feet. "What didn't you do then?"

"Idiot thinks I made out with his girlfriend."

She cocked her head and studied her brother's expression. "And did you?"

Dean's scowl deepened. "No."

It took a second, and Sam spun back to the spitting mad jock back on his feet. She assessed him, and the blond who was unhappily crossing her arms at the direction this fight was going. "Well, you heard my brother. He didn't do it. So back off."

"Need a 10-year-old to fight your battles, Winchester?" Todd teased.

"Really, he didn't." Sam continued. "If he had, he would have admitted it already. Trust me."

"Hey!" Dean was offended by the statement- but she was right.

"Cindy wouldn't do that." Todd growled. "And your brother is a dick. He comes to this school and acts all bad boy. Well, Dean is just a stupid motherfucker, who couldn't pass his classes if he tried. He's failing what a third of his classes. I bet his mom is real proud of him. Oh wait, his mom probably is a druggie who doesn't care. I mean with the clothes you two wear, it's clear nobody cares about you."

Sam and Dean stood stock still, absorbing the words.

Todd took it for weakness. He kicked the bag to the side and sneered at the siblings. "This fight, will happen. The last person standing wins. So back away, princess."

Dean clenched his fist and took a step forward. Oh, the ass hole had it coming now. Offend him, and he didn't care, but a nasty jab at his family and you were going down.

Dean stopped his advance however. Sam had already rushed forward. Todd laughed, invoking a few other students in the crowd, and actually threw a fist out towards his little sister. Dean would have pummeled him- if Sam hadn't ducked under the punch and kneed him in the groin. The crowd winced and groaned in sympathy, or shock. Sam wasn't done yet. Todd went to crouch and grab his pounding prostate, and Sam, using his crouch to her small size's advantage, swung a fist up hard into his jaw. Todd's head flew back up, and Sam jumped up and slammed her folded arm into the back of his neck. She had the decency to hook the ratty bag with her foot and slide it forward so as Todd fell, his face landed on something other than concrete.

The crowd had gone silent. Eyes swerving to the downed teen, and the still standing girl.

"Dean has taken care of me for as long as I can remember, so I know for a fact he is twice the man you will ever be. Just because he doesn't apply himself doesn't mean that he's stupid. And my mom, was the best mother that anyone could ever want. Nobody gets to talk about her like that, ever." Sam's face was beet red.

Despite being proud, Dean came forward and hooked her arm. "Ok, point proven squirt. Time to go before authoritative adults show up." He shoved Sam towards the direction of the Impala, and smirked as the kids blocking the way shifted for her.

"My bag…" Sam said softly. She seemed to finally absorb just what she had done to Todd. Dean figured he'd have to tell her about a dozen times tonight that she hadn't done anything wrong. In fact, she was amazing.

"I got it." Dean easily tossed her the keys. "Get the engine going."

Sam bit at her lip and glanced down at the downed kid. He was still awake, groaning. "What are you going to do?"

"Just getting the bag. Nothing else." Dean comforted. He waited for her to nod and walk in the direction of the parking lot. Seeing her walk away Dean walked over to the jerk jock, and crouched down. "Your rules, Todd. First person down loses. So, I'm headed home." Dean jerked the bag out from under Todd's head, and pillowed his fall with his hand. He put the kid's head down gently. "You want to tell your dad what happened, you are more than welcome. Wonder how daddy feels when a 10-year-old puts down his senior quarter back son?"

Dean shouldered her bag, and picked up his own following his sister down the cleared pathway created by his peers. He was entering his car when a teacher finally was rushing towards the crowd of students, and tore out of the parking lot. Safely away from the school Dean sighed and slightly deflated into his seat.

"I'm sorry." Sam stated quietly, it broke Dean out of his thoughts though. "I lost it a little and got mad."

"No way, runt. That was awesome." Dean smirked and motioned his hand quickly. Sam bent down and dug a random cassette out of the ratty box at her feet. "He needed a jolt back to reality."

"Will you get in trouble?" Sam asked, biting at her lip.

Pearl Jam started as he pushed the cassette into the player. "No way. I didn't do anything. I behaved."

(You enjoyed it, then please leave a review. You disliked it, then please leave constructive criticism. You noticed something off, language or grammar (posted this and already edited a few mistakes. Ugghhh. I read over it a thousand times and notice after posting.) then tell me. I want to improve as a writer and me pretending that I'm perfect isn't going to get me there. Finally, have any ideas, send them to me. Maybe you have something that I can use. In fact, I already have a few that I've got written down and saved, and intend to write out. When? I don't know I'm the product of a procrastinator and practice it myself. Add to that my job, and I've pretty much got my plate full with avoiding adult responsibilities and having to please multiple people on a regular basis. But if it works out, I'll write it.)