This is a re-edited version of the 2009 story. My amazing friend and beta Gabi went through and fixed the silly and obvious mistakes I made and also re-wrote one of the chapters herself to make it seem more realistic. A big thanks to her for all this hard work she put into making the story better!

In this story, Sam was thought to have died in the fire due to Dean dropping him on his way out of the house by mistake. They end up meeting at a high school when Dean and John are in town because of nearby hunts. The two boys become quick friends and it's eventually found out that not only are they brothers, but Sam's paralysis was due to Dean dropping him. This is the story of how Sam completed and bonded their family together.

First story in a series.


Most teenagers feel annoyed and tired when they have to start the school day. Others might actually enjoy it because they get to see their friends and gossip about that latest news floating around the halls. However if you were Sam all you felt was terror and loneliness.

Sam dreaded going to school, but he hated going back home even worse. If you could even call that pig-sty house a home. Sam never had a real home, or a real family for that matter. Well, he must have at one point but he spent his whole childhood from what he could remember in an adoption center.

No one had wanted to adopt Sam. The woman that had run the center told him they found him as a six month old baby on the ground, his delicate spine had been damaged. And that's all it took to decide Sam's fate. He had been bound to a wheelchair his whole life, no family had wanted to adopt a kid that couldn't take care of himself.

A family did finally take him in as a foster child, a careless heartless family. They cared for him at first and Sam thought that maybe he would be loved, maybe. But once he hit age eight the family no longer saw him as cute and just stopped caring. He still lived in the house but they left him to fend for himself.

The family kept taking in kids and did the same thing to them as they did to Sam. Most of them ran away once they were old enough, but Sam couldn't do that. Others stayed just because they had nowhere to go.

His 'foster parents' currently had three younger kids that were living with them. The poor kids had no idea they'd get pushed to the side once they got older. Sam also had two older 'foster brothers', if you could even call them that. They weren't his brothers at all, just two other kids the family had picked up that hadn't run away.

If being ignored like he didn't exist by his foster parents wasn't enough, the older boys picked on Sam endlessly. They would rip up his homework once he was finished, flip him out of his wheelchair and laugh. Going to school wasn't any easier since the jocks here did the same things to Sam. No matter where he went he was either getting stared at, laughed at, or picked on. Sometimes he even wondered what the point was in living. The only thing that kept him going was his dream to one day become a lawyer, but even with that Sam still felt like giving up.

He sighed when he saw the all too familiar group of jocks standing by the big tree in front of the school. He knew there was no use in trying to get away, they would spot him eventually and continue on harassing him.

So Sam just stayed where he was and waited for the inventible. He looked around the school grounds and saw a group of girls talking and laughing, a couple seniors pulling pranks on the freshman, a couple making out on a bench….He knew everyone here, could name off anyone if they asked him, but yet he had no friends.

But then he spotted a kid that he had never seen before. He was standing by the front of the school leaning against the wall. He had a worn leather jacket on and he was smoking a cigarette. For once Sam thought that maybe he wouldn't be the only one who didn't have any friends. But this kid was probably new and he looked like the trouble-making type. He would make friends with the jocks in no time. Sam made a mental note to stay away from the new kid as well.

Just when Sam thought that maybe he wouldn't get tormented today he felt someone punch his shoulder.

"Hey there, Sammy-boy," a familiar voice sneered as the others laughed. Kevin was the 'leader' of the jocks. Not really the leader but the most outspoken and rude one. Sam thought that if Kevin was taken out of the equation the rest of the jocks might just leave him alone.

"What do you want?" he sighed, trying to sound brace but he couldn't keep himself from trembling slightly. Sam saw that the new kid that he saw smoking was now staring at him. Great, just what he needed, someone else to join in on the 'fun'.

"Come on now Sammy. I just want to talk to 'ya." Kevin laughed and Sam could hear a slur in his speech. The kid was drunk and probably all of his goonies were as well.

Sam snorted and shook his head. Could he just get on with the name-calling and public embarrassment already?

"What did you just say to me?!" Kevin snarled suddenly, apparently not happy with Sam's lack of enthusiasm.

"I didn't say anything to you, you drunk creep!" Sam yelled at him in an attempt to defend himself. He knew it wasn't working though when Kevin's face turned red and he clenched his fists.

"I'm gonna teach you a lesson you little cripple!" he bellowed before he punched Sam in the side of the face. Sam winced but didn't dare cry out and give this bully his satisfaction. His minions cheered him on as Jake grabbed Sam and threw him out of his wheelchair. Sam looked up to see Jake looming over him, his fist raised. He closed his eyes to prepare for the onslaught when he heard a voice.

"Hey, you assholes!" The voice was serious and meant business. Sam turned his head and was greeted with the sight of the new kid storming towards the group that had tormented Sam. On closer inspection Sam could see just how strong the kid looked. He was pretty tall and even with his jacket on you could tell he was well-built. He looked like he was experienced in fighting which was why Sam didn't understand why the kid didn't join in and beat Sam up.

"Who the hell are you?" Kevin called out to the kid who was now only a few feet away from Sam.

"That's none of your business. The thing is, who the hell do you think you are picking on this kid like that?" He growled, and Sam's opinion of this kid changed at once upon hearing this. The kid might look like a trouble-maker with the smoking and leather jacket but he obviously wasn't the bad kind if he wanted to protect Sam from these freaks. Maybe he wasn't a trouble-maker at all.

"Sam's a freak! We're just havin' our daily dose of fun!" Kevin chuckled and Sam saw the new kid's face get darker.

"Well I think you better choose a new activity to have fun you pathetic drunks," he hissed. "I might not make all the right choices in my life but if there's one thing I can't stand it's when jerks like you pick on innocents kids." The severe tone meant business.

"What are you goin' to do 'bout it? Fight all of us? You don't stand a chance!" Kevin hollered with laughter.

"Heh. I could kick all of your asses, you have no idea who you're messin' with you loser."

Kevin was about to say more when a teacher walked outside to see what was going on. "This isn't over," he whispered to the new kid and stormed off with the rest of the freaks. The new kid turned around and knelt down next to Sam, his face much kinder.

"You okay kid?" he asked with concern and offered Sam a hand.

"Yeah…yeah I'm fine," Sam told him but took the offered hand and used it to pull himself up into a sitting position.

"Your lip's bleeding," new-kid pointed out and Sam just laughed.

"It's fine, I've had much worse," he told the kid. "And…thank you. You didn't have to stick up for me like that. You don't even know me."

The kid shook his head. "Sam, I know I didn't have to but I wanted to. Like I said, I can't stand bullies like that. And yeah, I don't know you but maybe we can get to know each other now. My name's Dean."

"Hi." Sam was suddenly embarrassed that the kid had to see him get pushed around like this. Dean didn't seem like the person who would take any crap, and Sam felt pretty wimpy. "Sorry you had to get involved with that. Those kids don't leave me alone."

"Nah, it's fine." Dean smiled. "If they want to pick on you anymore they'll have to go through me. Once I beat the crap outta them I doubt they'll bother you anymore." He realized that Sam was still on the ground. "Uhh, you need a hand up?"

Sam smiled at Dean's awkwardness. He knew the kid didn't know exactly why he was in a wheelchair and if he should help him. "Actually, I'm paralyzed from the waist down, could you just push the chair towards me? I'll be able to lift myself up into it."

Dean's face held a bit of sympathy in it but then it was gone in a flash and he smiled. Sam was grateful for that. He didn't like people feeling bad for him or treating him different. "Sure thing." Dean pushed the chair over to him.

Sam scooted in front of the chair with his back to it and grabbed a hold of the arms. He was used to getting knocked out and having to pull himself back up. But today the grass was wet and slippery and although Sam had put the brakes on the chair slid backwards when he pulled up and he fell onto his back with a thud.

Sam sighed with frustration and went to get up to try again when he felt hands pull him up from under his armpits.

"It's okay, I'll help you," Dean told him. Sam nodded thankfully and was easily lifted off the ground and into his chair.

"Thanks." Sam was even more embarrassed than he had been before.

"It's no problem Sam, really," Dean said with a wave of his hand. "Your parents should buy you a new wheelchair, that one looks ancient."

Sam winced when Dean mentioned the word 'parents' and Dean took notice, immediately understanding.

"Oh, I'm sorry…I…" he started to apologize.

"It's fine. I'm a foster kid. My foster parents don't really see the point in buying me a new one," Sam told Dean, lying just a little.

"That's ridiculous." Dean shook his head while fishing through his coat pocket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Sam saw how his hands shook as he lit it. "I think you outgrew that one a while ago."

"Actually I just went through a quick growth spurt a couple of months ago. I'm almost six feet now."

Dean eyed Sam as he took a long drag from his cigarette. "Really?" he asked as he blew out smoke. "That's almost as tall as me and you don't look as old as me. How old are you kid?"

"I'm fourteen. I'll be fifteen in May." Sam watched as Dean froze for a moment with a faraway slightly sad look in his eyes. He was going to ask what was wrong when Dean shook his head and smiled.

"Geeze kid, 6 foot before fifteen? You're gonna be a giant. I stopped growing last year at seventeen."

"So, why are you here in November?" Sam asked Dean after a minute. "Did one of your parents get a new job or something?".

Again Dean froze and got another strange look in his eyes. But he quickly covered it as he finished his cigarette and threw it on the ground, smashing it with his boot. "Yeah, something like that. My dad likes to travel a lot. I've been to a lot of different schools." Dean sighed and shook his head. "Listen, I'm sorry. I'm probably bugging you and you're probably just waiting for me to get up and go so you can talk with your friends. Sorry about this." He went to get up.

Sam panicked slightly. He liked Dean and he thought that they could be friends. Sam never had a real friend before. "No Dean! You're not bothering me at all. I like talking with you. And I don't have any friends anyway."

Dean stopped as he was getting ready to walk away and turned back to Sam. "Me either," he replied.

"Huh?"

"I don't have any friends either," Dean repeated.

"But you just moved here," Sam pointed out. "You have lots of time…"

"No I mean…I've never really had any friends anywhere I've gone to school."

"Well you said you move around a lot...," Sam tried to tell him.

"No, it's not because of that. A lot of the time I was at a school with more than enough time to make friends. It's just…I don't know. No one wanted to be my friend. I was always the weirdo I guess," Dean explained as he leaned back against the tree behind him.

"Heh, that's weird because it's the same thing with me. People take one look at me and ignore me. The wheelchair and the thrift-store clothes…," Sam mumbled.

"That shouldn't be any reason to ignore you," Dean said. "I mean I can understand with me, people think I'm some horrible person because I look tough and I smoke. I'm actually really surprised that you didn't run away from me."

"Well I can't actually run," Sam said and added in a laugh so Dean would know he was just joking. He felt bad because he actually had judged Dean before he knew him. Dean was the total opposite of what he had expected. "Why would I run away anyway? You're not a bad guy. And the smoking? You think I'd be afraid of that? It's not like you're not allowed to do it, you're 18 right? Those jocks come in drunk every day and see that group of kids over there?" He pointed to a bunch of kids sitting under a tree around a paper bag.

"Those the popular kids I'm guessing?" Dean snorted

"Yeah, and they're getting high over there. Before school. "

"Geeze. Supervision isn't really good at this school I take it." Dean shook his head. "Umm when does school start anyway? My last school started at 7 so that's why I've been here so long."

Sam glanced at his watch. "At 7:40. In about five minutes. I just get here early so I can get away from home."

"Yeah, same here," Dean mumbled. He liked this kid a lot. He barely knew him but he felt like he could tell him anything. And Sam just looked so familiar…there was something about him. It was almost as if he had met Sam before.

They talked for a little while more before the bell rang and they went inside. Sam told Dean where his locker was and Dean went to go look for his. However Dean was back in less than a minute with a look of anger on his face.

"You will not believe who my locker partner is," he hissed. "One of those fuckin' morons that picked on you and he's sharing it with all of his buddies. Locker's all banged up too."

"Man, I hate those guys. You can share with me Dean. My locker partner went to share with a friend."

"Thanks," Dean said, still slightly stunned that he had actually made a friend, and on the first day too!

"You'll have to put your coat in the locker. They don't allow kids to wear them in the school," Sam pointed out while taking off his own jacket and placing it in the locker.

"This school won't let us wear jackets but it doesn't realize there's kids getting high outside?!" Dean said with a huff and a groan. He dug in his coat pocket and found his Nicorette gum that got him through the school day and stuffed it in his jean's pocket. He placed his coat in the locker as well before turning back to Sam.

"Uhh so…my schedule…where is room 226?" he questioned while raising an eyebrow.

"Ughh, you have the crazy teacher for Spanish! Have fun with that!" Sam laughed, remembering from last year just how crazy that guy was. "It's down the hall to the left. Go up the stairs and it should be right there. Hey, can I look at your schedule?"

"Go for it." Dean handed the paper to Sam. "Maybe we'll have some classes together."

Sam looked at the paper and smiled. Dean had to concentrate on breathing evenly for a moment when he saw the dimples. He swore that this kid was what his baby brother would have looked like if he had gotten the chance to live. He had dimples just like those from the few pictures Dean had of him as a baby and it was not helping that this kid's name was Sam as well. It made his heart clench looking at this kid that reminded him of his baby brother. Dean kept pictures of baby Sammy in his wallet all of the time and never took them out. He remembered loving his baby brother as soon as he was born and wanting to protect him. He often wondered how different things would be if his brother had never died. Sammy had just been six months old when the fire started and the demon came. But it was all his fault that Sammy was gone and he would never forgive himself for what he had let happen that day. And he couldn't even visit his brother's grave since a body hadn't been found and the ashes were probably blown away….

"Dean?" He snapped his head back up and saw that Sam was staring at him with concern. This kid may not be his brother but for some reason he felt like he should protect him even though he just met him. There was just something about this kid…

"We have third hour and last hour together!" Sam said in…was that an excited voice? "And lunch too! Hey, do you want to sit with me in lunch?"

"Yeah! Sure Sam." Dean grinned. "It would be nice to have someone to talk with at lunch for once."

"Yeah, same here." Sam handed Dean his schedule back. "Well, the bell's about to ring but I'll see you in third hour Dean!"

"Yeah, I'll see you then Sam." Dean watched as Sam wheeled down the hall to his class. He silently cursed when he saw how the kids weren't letting him through or giving him the time of day. Sam was such a nice kid he didn't deserve to be treated like that.


Sam grinned when Dean entered the classroom and Dean waved to him. He walked over to where Sam was sitting at a special desk with no chair attached to it so his wheelchair could fit in. At least the school had enough brains to supply him equipment like that. Dean took the chair next to Sam.

"Man, I didn't know we weren't allowed to use the fricken' elevator! A hall lady almost got herself cut in half trying to jump on and get me out so she could yell at me! I mean is it really worth your life to try to get someone out of the elevator?"

"I told you they were strict about the weirdest things," Sam reminded him again. "This teacher's fine but annoying. He's always making us read out loud a paragraph at a time, it takes forever."

"Reading?" Dean asked and Sam saw that he looked slightly nervous.

"Yeah. But we don't get that much homework so that's good."

"Oh," Dean only replied and Sam saw him take out his pack of Nicorette and stick a piece in his mouth, chewing quickly.

Sam didn't know what to say back so he just stayed silent as class began and the teacher announced they had a new student at which Dean just rolled his eyes.

They began reading from the history book going down the rows and the closer it got to Dean the more nervous he became. Finally it was Dean's turn…

Dean stayed silent.

"Mr. Winchester? Are you feeling alright?" the middle-aged teacher, Mr. Culler, asked.

"What? Oh, yeah. I'm fine," Dean mumbled while chomping on his gum.

"It's your turn to read Dean." Mr. Culler nodded encouragingly.

"Do…do I have to?" Dean asked quietly and Sam was shocked at how vulnerable he sounded.

"Yes Dean. Everyone has to read a paragraph; it's the rules of my class," came Mr. Culler's stern voice and Dean sighed.

Sam was not expecting what came next.

"In….in….nineteen….forty five the United States and the….So…So…vi...et…." Dean's reading was incredibly slow and he had trouble pronouncing words that seemed so easy. The whole class exploded in laughter except for Sam who glared at them.

"Oh my god! What a moron!" a kid spoke up.

"I know; what a fuckin' retard!" another kid laughed back.

Sam watched as Dean's face turned bright red and he clenched his fists, his eyes slightly watery.

"That's enough class!" Mr. Culler shouted. "Dean you may want to take some special classes or maybe a tutor to help out with your reading."

Sam couldn't believe that their teacher would even say that aloud to a student. The class started laughing again even louder as Dean hung his head.

"Dean, it's okay," Sam tried comforting him over the ruckus but Dean turned his head towards him and Sam saw pure shame and humiliation in his eyes.