dean's found a girlfriend. they've been in town for a month.
sam makes sure to loudly insult the kid in front of him to his friend, who's staring at him with wide eyes. the kid in front of him has split knuckles, torn jeans, and a bugle in his front pocket that sam knows is a switchblade. it's textbook. this kid bleeds barely restrained violence like a head wound.
sam stifles laughs behind his hands when the kid gets up to present about john adams. sam makes sure to loudly correct him with big, innocent eyes when the kid gets called on and gets a wrong answer--"um, mr. johnson, isn't that the fifth amendment?" he trips him on his way back to his seat.
sam's sprouted like a damn weed, but lets the kid shove him to the ground outside of school easily, hits the ground with both hands so they get scraped to hell. he stumbles to his feet, makes sure to flub the punch, and tilts his chin up so the kid's hit smacks right across his jaw, will bloom real nasty. he practically has to lean into the kid's punches, they're so sloppy. sam stays down as soon as he clocks sam across the eye, and covers his head as the kid rains kicks on his stomach. he smiles against concrete, the blood from his split lip soaking in and blooming like filigree.
he makes sure to "hide" his black eye underneath a hood from dean when dean comes back to the motel room that day, and snaps short answers at dean's questions. when dean, as sam knew he would, rips the hood back and sees his face, sam barely resists the smile.
dean is horrified. without a word, he unholsters his gun and slams the front door open. sam begs him to leave it, and dean screams about how he's going to gut whoever did this like a fish. he's going to rip their goddamn lungs out. he's going to feed him his own balls.
sam makes a big production of calming dean down, and hides the line of his dick pressing up against his sweatpants with the first aid kit as dean makes him sit on the toilet seat and pets over his face with gentle, callused fingers. he presses against sam's ribs, checking for breaks, and soothes his side with a warm palm when he feels sam's pulse skyrocket. he lets his warm breath skate across sam's face when he places butterfly bandages on his split eyebrow.
sam hears dean cancelling plans with his girlfriend over the motel landline. he asks dean, voice pitching purposefully high, and covers his split lip with the ice pack so it comes out slurred, if dean can order a pizza.
sam takes leftover pizza to school the next day, dean dropping him off right at the front entrance, angry glares and big chest and a moment of big brother worry when sam winces getting out of the car.
he straightens as soon as he's out of dean's sight, skin buzzing. he's grinning through the rest of the day, and makes sure to correct a few answers on the kid's quiz in history before turns in all the quizzes in his row.
hey, the kid did him a favour. sam's gonna give him a good turn.
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