Hey guys, sorry if there's some spelling mistakes, wrote thisleast night and decided to put it up! I have to stop writing hurt Sammy and protective Dean. Not any time soon though! Hope you enjoy, more chapters coming up soon!

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"You're worthless Sam! If you can't do something as simple as shooting a target than you're worthless to me." John hollered, spit flying. Sam trembled in anger and fear, lowering his gun and taking a deep breath.

"I'm sorry dad. I'll try again." Sam said quietly. John glared at him in spite, folding his arms. Sam hated it when this happened. Dean was out, his dad was drunk and angry and he wasn't having one of his good coordination days.

"Well, I'm waiting." John growled. Sam lifted the gun up, praying he would hit the target. He aimed, and shot. Fail.

"You. Get in the house. Now." John yelled. Sam dropped the gun, sprinting into the house.

"Please let Dean be back." Sam mumbled under his breath. No such luck. The motel was empty and bleak, which must made it more scary to Sam. John stormed into the house, slamming the door behind him.

"I'm sorry sir." Sam said softly. John clenched his fists.

"Are you trying to make me angry?"

"No sir."

"Then stop missing the damned target!" John shouted. Sam sighed.

"I'll try harder." Sam said, sweat pouring down his red face. This just seemed to anger his father more.

"What, so you weren't trying you're hardest before? You need discipline my boy. And if that happens again I'll bloody well smack you." John slurred, then storming out of the room. Sam leaned into the couch, head in his hands. He started sobbing quietly. Today was a bad day. But little did he know that it as going to get worse.