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Summary: This is a one-shot story of when Dean and Sam were in school. As always, Dean is protecting his brother from the world. TeenChesters Dean is 17 and Sam is 13 .

Author's Note: This is the first fanfiction I publish so please have mercy. I would greatly appreciate any reviews. Thanks. This is dedicated to one of my bestest buddies =D

A Passionate Kiss

Dean leaned carefully over Sandra, holding onto a tree for balance. Not being able to resist his flirtatious side, he stole a kiss. She was caught by surprise, but she didn't hesitate to kiss back. She had only met him about a month ago, but who could resist his charm.

He wasn't expecting on staying long. His father would not allow them to stay in one place long enough. Still, he enjoyed his little love games.

Just then, across the campus, the sounds of shouting and chanting filled the air. Dean glanced over to the mob and saw Sammy on the ground, blood trickling out of his nose. Without a moment's hesitation, he ran over to his little brother.

Two boys had been tormenting Sam for over a week. Dean urged him to fight back, but Sam didn't want to. He couldn't live normally if he fought and got suspended. Now, the boys had taken their tormenting to the next level and started pushing him. Sam could take them down, but his father had taught them not to use their force on anyone who wouldn't be able to withstand the pain. While he had debated what to do, one of the boys had socked him, knocking him to the ground.

Dean barged in and asked, "Sammy, are you okay?"

"Yeah," he replied, clutching his nose to make it stop bleeding.

Just then, the other boy kicked Dean in the stomach sending the air rushing out of his lungs.

Pushing his pain aside, he stood up and beat up the boys instilling a permanent fear of beating up others. He turned back to his brother and helped him. He glanced at the crowd that had gathered and saw Sandra standing in the front. When their eyes met, she rushed over to him. Amazed by his heroics, she kissed him hoping that the boy before him would one day become her husband.

The following Monday, as she walked into class, she noticed Dean's desk was empty. She listened attentively to the roll and noticed that his name was never called.