A/n: I felt like I needed to add Dean's POV so here it is. And if you are wondering, Amy survived her surgery and is doing very very well :)

Dean hated it here. He hated the school, he hated the teachers, he hated the motel room they were staying in, and he especially hated the kids at his school. They were rich kids, stuck up wanna bee's. They made him and Sammy stand out like a sore thumb. They had bright, perfect clothes making Dean's faded t-shirt look like rags. But they weren't rags, sure they were kinda old and well worn but, Dean liked them. The other kids didn't like them as much as Dean did. They thought his clothes made him look poor and well if he was poor then he must be stupid; at least that's what they thought. Dean knew he wasn't stupid and he knew he wasn't poor. Well he might have been poor, hunting wasn't really a paying job but his Dad did the best he could to keep them fed, supply them with clothes to put on their back, and a roof over their head. But he sure as hell wasn't stupid. But that didn't stop the rich kids from telling him he was.

It started his second day of school at lunch time. He was in the sixth grade this year, his first year being away from Sammy who was still in elementary school, so he was sitting alone making him a perfect target. A boy, Jimmy Page, an eighth grader by the looks of it came over and sat down across from him a wicked smile on his face.

"Go away." Dean said gruffly, his body tense in response to the evil look in the boy's eyes.

"Oh come on now, that's no way to treat your elders." Jimmy snickered. Dean's green eyes darted around the room, looking for a teacher, an ally, or if need be, an escape. But it seemed like most kids kept their eyes adverted like they were afraid of the boy that sat across from Dean. "What's your name punk?" asked the boy.

"Mick Jagger." Dean said his eyes defensive and hard.

"Think you're a smart ass do you? I bet that's all you're good at, being a little ass."

"What are you good at?" Dean pushed back. "Being a dick?"

Jimmy barked out a dark laugh, his hand curling into a tight fist. As if sensing a change in the atmosphere a group of Jimmy's friends began to gather, lurking behind him. Other students began looking over at his table, their eyes wide, anticipating a fight. Dean could feel his heart rate pick up speed, drumming fervently against his chest.

"You listen to me you little shit." Jimmy snapped his voice deadly. "You are nothing here; I run this school. You are just some low level little fucker."

Dean's vision burned red. He was Dean Winchester damn it, no one talked to a Winchester like that. Hell he could take on Jimmy and his little buddies and have them on the ground crying for their mom's in seconds. But then Dean's mind flashed to Sammy.

Dad had said that this hunt may take a while meaning that they would be stuck at this school until Dad had taken care of the fangs. Dean remembered the look of excitement that crossed his baby brother's face when learned that they would be staying at a school longer than just a few weeks. He was so happy to be normal for once. And if Dean got in a fight Dad would have no choice but to drop the hunt and pull them out of school, making them move once again. The news would crush Sammy and it would be all his fault. He couldn't do that to Sammy.

So Dean kept still fighting the urge to reach out and throttle Jimmy. His finger nails dug into his palms hard enough to draw blood, but he made no movement to defend himself. Dean just sat there and took what Jimmy dished out.

"You are nothing but some poor, worthless, stupid punk. You got that?"

"Yeah I got that." Dean hissed.

"Say it." Jimmy demanded. Dean had to grit his teeth to contain his growl of rage. His Dad was the only one who was allowed to order him around. Focus Dean, think of Sammy he told himself.

"Say what?"

"Tell me that you're stupid." Jimmy said with a nasty smile. Dean locked his lips. Jimmy's group of friends grew closer at Dean's silence. Sammy, Dean you're doing this for Sammy.

"I'm stupid." Dean mumbled out, his voice barely audible.

"What was that? I didn't hear you?" Jimmy cackled.

"I said I'm stupid." Dean said louder, his eyes burning with humiliation.

"That's what I thought; you're nothing but a stupid little dumb ass." He said getting up and walking away leaving Dean alone, humiliated, and shaking with rage.

Ever since then, every day was the same. Someone, Jimmy, or Jimmy's friends would walk past him whispering the word stupid under their breath. At first Dean was able brush it off but after week after week of everyone, even people he didn't know calling him stupid, it started to shake his tough as nails resolved.

He wasn't stupid was he? Sure he didn't get straight A's like Sammy did, but Sammy was only in the second grade. He was still smart, right? He passed his tests, barely, but he had Sammy and Dad to look after. He had to make sure Sammy did his homework. He wanted Sammy to be smart; he wanted Sammy to have a semi normal childhood. He had to look out for his Dad, make sure he was patched up when he got hurt or well prepared before he headed out for a hunt. Dean's homework and studying had always taken a back seat. It wasn't as important as his family.

Dean had tried to fight it, to ignore it. He told himself over and over that he was smart. And for a while he started to believe it. But then he started failing his tests and forgetting to turn in his homework. Soon Dean found himself giving in to Jimmy's taunting words. He stopped talking. He kept to himself. He helped Sammy, fed him, made sure he was clean, and then went to bed. Bit by bit he could feel his self esteem start to crumble away.

Sammy had noticed the change in his behavior and with one of his properly placed puppy dog looks he was able to drag the truth out of Dean making feel even more humiliated. He hated admitting to his weaknesses, he liked to keep them to himself, buried deep down.

"Tell Dad, he'll kick his ass." Sammy had said, earning a cocked eyebrow from Dean.

"No Sammy just…just forget about it." Dean begged hating the weakness in his voice.

"But you know you're not stupid right? You're like the smartest person I know."

"I said forget it Sam." Dean snapped sounding harsher then he wanted to. "Don't tell Dad ok? Just forget about it."

"Dean-"

"Promise me Sammy, don't say anything."

"Ok." Sammy had agreed.

But now as he stood next to the swings at the playground across the street from their motel facing off with Jimmy, he wished he had told Dad.

"How does it make you feel knowing that your shrimp of a brother is smarter than you huh loser?" Jimmy taunted.

"Shut up and leave him alone!" Sammy piped up from behind his brother.

"Oh now you need your idiot brother to defend you? Are you that much of a pussy? Your brother is just as stupid and worthless as you, did yah know that?"

"Shut up." Dean challenged his anger bubbling hot under his skin. It was one thing to talk down to him, but Sammy was a whole different story.

"What are you going to do about it? Cry at me?"

"I'm warning you." Dean hissed.

"You're stupid Dean and so is your dumb ass brother."

That was all Dean could take. With a scream he launched himself at Jimmy, letting all of his wrath out on the boy. His fists punched at every inch of skin he could reach wanting to cause as much pain as possible. Somewhere between the blood pounding in his ears and the sound of Jimmy's nose breaking he heard his Dad call out his name. But his anger was in control and that was all he could focus on.

A pair of strong arms pulled him away from Jimmy but that didn't stop him from trying to hurt Jimmy. He kept fighting until he was back in the motel room. As soon as his Dad dropped him Dean made a b-line to the door which was easily blocked by his Dad's menacing form.

"Oh no you don't." he said in his gravelly voice.

"Get out of my way." Dean growled his voice rough from screaming.

"What hell has gotten into you Dean?" His Dad ordered. "Beating up on kids twice your size? What happen to keeping a low profile? You had one day left of school, how could you do something so stupid?"

Dean froze, feeling the color fall from his face. But just like that the fire was back and he was charging at his Dad screaming.

"I'm not stupid!" he screamed. "I'm NOT!"

His Dad grabbed him again and pulled him into the bathroom, throwing him into the bathtub and turning the shower on, the icy water hitting Dean's face like needles.

"You need to cool the hell down." His Dad said before slamming the door shut. Dean could feel his body shaking as the water flowed over him. His anger quickly melted away replaced with an empty hollow sadness that had been eating away at him since he started going to this hell hole of a school. Even his Dad had thought he was stupid. He had said it to his face. Maybe he really was stupid. Maybe he was worthless. But he tried so hard to be the best son he could possibly be, he tried to do everything his Dad wanted, he tried to be strong for Sammy but he wasn't sure he could do it anymore. Because, after all, he was stupid wasn't he?

Dean tasted the bitter saltiness of his tears that ran down his face. Now he was crying, great, way to be a soldier, Dean chastised himself. Resting his head on his knees, Dean cried feeling completely and utterly worthless.

His Dad's voice reached his ears, soft and soothing but Dean couldn't look up to face him. He could let his Dad see how he had failed.

"Dean, son, look at me." His Dad's voiced ordered causing Dean to look up, his pain evident in his eyes.

"I'm not stupid." Dean said trying to convince himself. He needed to hear it from his Dad, the one person he looked up to; he needed to know that he wasn't stupid.

"I know kid, I'm sorry for what I said, I didn't mean it like that." His Dad apologized sounding lost and uncomfortable but sincere.

"I'm not stupid." Dean said again, still waiting, he just needed to hear him say it.

"No, you're not." His Dad said, his eyes watering.

"I'm not." Dean sobbed relief washing over him. He wasn't stupid, he wasn't. Dean cried harder, forgoing his pride. He felt his Dad pick him up and wrap him protectively in his arms, feeling his warmth envelop him. Dean felt the love he so longed for surround him, keeping him safe. Vaguely he acknowledged Sammy's presence, his little hand clenching his shirt. Dean let himself go, he let himself be taken care of, he let himself be loved.

"You're not stupid Dean." His Dad said firmly in his ear, "You're not."