He's my son

Sam Winchester woke to the sound of his alarm clock blaring in his ear, and his older brother shaking him.

"Come on Sam, get up" Dean grumbled Sam had never been a heavy sleeper, he wondered why he starting to get so hard to wake up lately. This was the fourth time this week; Dean had to assist the alarm clock in waking Sam. Surely, their hunting had nothing to do with it. Sam hadn't been researching past his normal time, or even hunting real late.

"I'm awake" Sam mumbled turning on his side to shove Dean away. "Leave me alone."

"Not until you're up and getting ready for school" Dean insisted, knowing Sam was likely to just roll over and go back to sleep.

"Don't wanna go to school" Sam mumbled caused Dean to stare at him. Sam loved school so if he didn't want to go something was going on. Dean wondered if Sam was being bullied, after all it wouldn't be the first time. If that was the case however Dean, would be happy to make a trip to the school and pay a little visit with said bully. It would be the last time the kid bullied anyone; Dean would make sure of that. But even as Sam rolled back over onto his stomach, Sam's shirt slide up showing his lower back, which was covered in bruises.

"What the hell" Dean shouted as he leaned over and pushed his brother's shirt up, only to see even more bruises littering his back, all the up to his shoulder blades. Someone was hurting his brother which meant someone was going to pay and pay dearly. In fact Dean was going to find out who had caused this and he would make them look worse.

"Dean, cut it out" Sam croaked as his throat was bothering him and he could barely speak.

"Who done this to you Sammy" Dean ask lowly anger vibrating in his voice.

"Done what?" Sam asked confused as to what Dean was talking about.
"Don't act like you don't know" Dean growled "there's no way you could not know if someone was beating up on you" Sam stared at Dean, he still didn't know what Dean was talking about no one had been beating up on him.

John was in the kitchen making coffee when he heard Dean growl at Sam. That made him curious, Dean very rarely got angry at his fourteen year old brother even when Sam was being stubborn as all get out. He wondered about Sam lately, the kid had been slacking off, would get home from school do his homework and go straight to bed if there wasn't anything John needed him to do. Each morning he got harder and harder to wake up it was almost as if the kid didn't get any sleep the night before. John wondered if Sam had some kind of infection or maybe was coming down with a cold. It would explain the kid's behavior lately. Sam was far too meek to be considered normal; he was used to Sam going against everything he said even if John knew what he was talking about. He loved Sam dearly, he did but the kid could test the patience of a grizzly. Shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts, John headed into the room the boys shared to see if Dean needed a hand in getting Sam out of bed.

He wasn't surprised to see Sam still lying on the bed pulling his shirt down and glaring at Dean for all he was worth. Dean wasn't being affected by the glare in the least; just kept on trying to get Sam to talk.

"Sam get your lazy butt out of bed" John called out in a gruff voice. "We don't have time for you to lie about all day; you and Dean both have to get to school."

"I'm not lazy" Sam grumbled even though talking at all hurt his throat. Shoving Dean away from him he glared at his older brother again before shoving his legs over the side of the bed and standing shakily to his feet. "And I am NOT getting beat up at school so drop it" Sam growled as he past Dean, and moved into the restroom that was next to the bedroom.

John watched Sam's interaction with Dean silently, he knew something was up with Sam; because the kid just wasn't ever that moody towards Dean.

"What's going on?" John asked Dean once Sam was out of the room.

"His back is covered in bruises and he insists he is not getting beat up at school." Dean said frustrated he only wanted to help his brother but Sam didn't seem to understand that right now.

Glancing down at his watch John cursed, this little situation with Sam made him late for an appointment.

"I'll have a little talk with him when he gets home from school. If somebody's hurting him, we'll find out" John said walking back out of the room. He hated the fact he felt like hunting was becoming more important than his family. But he didn't see any way he could stop it. He had been trying to find the yellow eyed demon for far too long to quit now.

Twenty minutes later with John already gone in the impala, Dean and Sam were walking to the school that was only three block from the small house they currently rented. Sam was pointedly ignoring Dean. He was trying to get his own thoughts together; he wasn't sure how to state his worries. He knew no one was beating him up at school or at home, which could only mean it was some kind of infection or worse. Sam didn't want to think about the or worse scenario. He wondered if there would be a way he could get checked out discreetly without anyone telling his father or Dean. If he found out what was going on he then he could discuss the situation with his family. He didn't want them to worry them when it might not even be that bad.

Sighing as they reached the school, Sam waved at his brother and they went off in their separate directions. Sam made his way into his classroom and made a beeline for his desk. He was early enough he was the only one in the classroom. Sitting down Sam lay his head on his desk and promptly feel asleep. Only to be roughly shaken awake by the teacher only twenty minutes later.

"May I suggest you get to bed at a decent hour Mr. Winchester" His teacher Adam Brown said. Sam nodded slowly but didn't say anything. "I do hope you have your report and your ready to give your presentation to the class" Mr. Brown asked and Sam once again nodded.

"Yes, Sir, been ready since Friday" Sam said quietly, his throat was hurting something awful, it felt like it was starting to swell, and it was hard to swallow.

"In the case you can go first" Mr. Brown said as he called the classroom to order, and then called Sam to the front of the room. Sam hated doing presentations but he had worked hard on this one, as he stood to his feet, he suddenly felt light headed, groaning softly his legs crumpled and he collapsed to the floor his head hitting the corner of the desk as he landed unconscious beside his desk.

Should I continue? Thanks for reading and reviewing Liz