Hey guys, so I just had a little idea for this fic and it absolutely demanded to be written so here we are.

I'm going on vacation so it could be a while before chapter 2 is up. Sorry.

Disclaimer: I don't own supernatural or any of its characters, etc. etc.

Ages: Sam 14, Dean 18

This was beta'd by the insanely awesome Little Miss Artist, but I did some tweaking so all mistakes are mine.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1 - Bad Day

"Sam! Get down!" John cried as he prepared to fire a silver bullet straight through the werewolf's heart.

Sam dropped to his stomach on the forest floor and heard his father fire. The creature dropped to the ground with a sickening thud. Sam got to his feet and looked down at the beast.

"Dean, you okay?" John asked his oldest. With a powerful swipe of a clawed hand, the werewolf had sent Dean crashing into a tree.

"Yeah, I'm good." He said as he too stood up. The werewolf hadn't hit him that hard, it had just caught him a bit off guard. He also hadn't crashed into the tree that hard. No broken ribs, probably not even a concussion from hitting the tree.

"Alright, then. Let's burn this sucker and get out of here." John doused the body so no one would find it and lit it up.

The May night was chilly and Sam couldn't stop a small shiver from running through his body. The sudden warmth of the fire was welcoming and Sam had to stop himself from getting closer to bask in it.

Once the body was gone and the fire put out, the three Winchesters headed back to the waiting Impala. Sam slid into the backseat and felt a wave of exhaustion hit him. It was probably well after one in the morning. All the trekking through the woods and the battle with the very agile beast had left Sam more than longing for the comforts of a warm bed, well, after a shower, that is.

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The warm water danced off Sam's shoulders and down his back. He stood in the shower for a while, allowing the water to relax and soothe his aching muscles, not to mention the headache pounding in his head.

"Sam, hurry it up would you! I need some hot water too you know!" Dean shouted as he pounded on the door.

"Kay, one minute," Sam shouted back as he reluctantly turned off the water. Sam got out of the shower and began toweling himself down. He noticed an odd red mark on the back of his left calf. It almost looked like a bulls-eye. Sam chuckled. Dean would probably make some stupid remark about Sam being a target for trouble or something.

Since the mark matched up with the location of the hole in his jeans, Sam pulled on some pajamas and pushed the mark out of his mind.

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"Up and at 'em Sammy-boy, time for school," Dean called as he got dressed.

Sam dragged his eyes open just in time to see the pillow flying towards his head. He made a muffled groan as it him square in the face. Slowly, he dragged his aching body from the bed and began to dress.

"Hurry up, Sam!" Dean called from the kitchen.

Sam was thankful Dean wasn't in the room to hear his groans of pain. He couldn't really place it, he just felt…exhausted and his whole body just felt achy.

He shuffled into the kitchen. He had taken so long getting dressed he had no time to eat, so he swung his backpack over his shoulder and headed out to the waiting impala.

As he stood on the little porch facing the car, Sam steeled himself to face the day.

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This was getting ridiculous. A week since the werewolf hunt and Sam was still exhausted. He'd slept in late on Saturday and Sunday plus went to bed early every night and was just as tired as before. His whole body was sore and achy like he'd come off second best from a run in with a really pissy poltergeist.

Whether it was from fatigue or a side effect of whatever was ailing him, Sam didn't know, but he couldn't seem to concentrate well for the life of him.

So naturally, when Dean said that he and their dad were leaving for a week for a nearby hunt, Sam couldn't help but be a bit relieved. One week which he didn't have to keep up a mask of normality and hideaway all the pain.

Ten days after the werewolf hunt, Sam decided he needed to do something. So on his way home from school, he went a bit of course to swing by the free clinic. He knew he was young to be going alone and it would probably raise some questions, but Sam honestly didn't know how much longer he'd be able to last like this.

"Sam McKenzie?" The red-headed nurse standing in the corner of the waiting room called.

If Dean was here, he'd be all over her. Sam thought with a chuckle. He got up and followed her down a hallway.

"In here please, the doctor will be in to see you soon." Sam sat down on the padded exam table and leaned against the wall.

After a few minutes, an older male doctor came in. He had glasses and balding gray hair.

"Hello…" he glanced down at his clipboard, "Sam, what can I do for you?"

TBC…

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