Young Writers Society

The rattle the thin metal made as Dean shoved his brother’s assailant into a row of lockers sounded like screams against the silent hallway. His left fist clutched the front of the stocky, blonde boy’s shirt, a leer that could kill directed straight at him.

Every single kid in the hallway stood shell shocked at the scene before them, many of them clutching their textbooks and backpacks to their chests as if they would become the next victim. They had forgotten the lanky boy that lay in the middle of the ring formed around the altercation, his eye already tinting purple as he watched his brother defend him mercilessly. Sam covered his injured eye with his free hand, supporting himself in a sitting position with the other as he watched.

“You ever so much as look at my brother again, and I swear to god you’ll never see the light of day again. Understood?” The menacing words rung out past Dean’s lips no louder than a whisper, but he knew that every student spectating had heard it. Gabriel swallowed hard, the lump running down his throat obtrusive. He nodded rapidly, his back rigid in fear of another harsh blow from the larger boy. Dean clenched his jaw as his fingers wound together into another fist, prepare to give the bully the exact mark he had placed on his brother. His arm swinging back-

“What the hell are you doing!” A new voice growled out, several students being shoved aside as the person stormed into the circle. Dean released the collar of Gabriel’s shirt, letting him fall to the floor with fear still radiating from his eyes. An angry huff pushed itself from Dean’s chest as he turned around, already prepared to bruise another person that dared to interfere with his punishments.

The intruder’s face was stern, irritation and bewilderment obvious in his voice as he glared daggers at his own brothers attacker. Fury should have shot through Dean like a rocket at the statement, but instead his breath caught in his throat as he finally looked over the nuisance.

Dark shaggy hair almost sheltered the stunning turquoise of his eyes, his jaw tense from anger that only intensified his features. But something softer resided behind the defensive nature of the boy, that made Dean’s heart swoon against the wrath he was supposed to feel.

“Are you deaf?! What the hell are you doing to my brother!?” He shouted again, the students surrounding them jumping slightly at the tone. With a few struggled notes, Dean growled out in opposition to the cheery bubbles in his stomach, “Your brother was beating the shit out of mine!”

Cas twisted his wrists to stop the instinctive urge to knock something straight in his brother’s assaulter, but he knew that he was right. Gabe always went around, picking on the younger kids, sometimes going as far to physically harm them. He stayed silent and with an exaggerated sigh, Castiel pushed past Dean and Sam and dragged his brother up on his feet, mumbling harsh words towards Gabriel. With a rough tug, they started maneuvering their way out of the ring and out into the abandoned halls, leaving students blankly staring in shock and Dean’s heart beating impossibly fast. But it defiantly wasn’t anger fueling the rhythm in the older Winchester’s chest….