What To Do

By mandancie


Chapter 4: Homecoming Dance

Two months have passed since the Parent Teacher Conference. Sam has changed so much. He doesn't talk much anymore; when he comes home, he just goes straight to his room and stays there all night. Dean has tried to lift his spirits but nothing seems to work. Sam hardly even smiles anymore. Dean knows he has to put a stop to this. He misses his pain in the ass little brother.

Dean had the day off from work, so he decided to do something sweet for Sam when school let out. Dean grabbed his keys and walked to the car so he could meet his brother at the school.

When Dean arrived, he parked in the same spot as always, waiting for the final bell to ring.

Sam was sitting with his head down in his seat while the announcements were played. Josh noticed Sam was becoming so weird, so different. He wouldn't talk much. He would sit by himself. After the announcement finished the final bell rang. Everyone started to get their things together, but Sam stayed where he was with his head down.

"Sam," Josh called to his friend, "The bell rang. You coming?"

"Mr. Winchester," Steven said. "I want you to stay for a minute."

"No," Sam mumbled, finally looking at Josh. "Will you tell my brother that I will be out soon?"

"Yeah," Josh promised. "I'll tell him." Josh looked at Sam. He knew something was going on, but didn't know what. Sam seemed to be kept after school for more than any other student. Josh didn't know why, Sam hadn't done anything wrong as far as he could tell. Josh got his things and left the room. He didn't want Mr. Baxter to get him in trouble too.

"Mr. Winchester," Steven said. "Come here."

Sam got up from his seat and walked over to Mr. Baxter's desk.

"Sam, what am I going to do with you? You don't seem to be learning. Your grades are slipping."

"I'm sorry, sir," Sam said with his head down.

"Look at me."

Sam lifted his head and looked at Mr. Baxter.

"I will not tolerate bad grades. You will learn to do and complete your work."

"Yes, sir."


Josh walked out of the school and saw the familiar Chevy parked in the same place. He walked over to the car. Dean was sitting in the driver's side with the window down.

"Hey, Dean." Josh said walking up to the car.

"Hey, Josh, where's Sam? We need to go."

"He's still in the school. Mr. Baxter wanted him to stay after. I can go get him if you want."

"Yeah," Dean said. "Go get him and tell him to hurry up." Dean was trying not to worry.

Josh walked back in the school and walked down the main hallway. When he reached his homeroom, he peered through the tiny window in the door and couldn't believe what he was seeing. Mr. Baxter had Sam pinned against the wall beside the chalkboard, the teacher had his hand fisted in the collar of his friend's shirt. Josh saw the pure fear in Sam's face. Josh flung open the door in terror.

"Hey!" Josh shouted, startling the teacher. Mr. Baxter stepped away from Sam and the young man fell to the floor. Josh couldn't seem to move. All he could do was stand in the doorway and stare at his teacher, frozen with fear because he too had had those conversations with that man. He just didn't know that Sam was having them as well. Mr. Baxter pushed past Josh and out into the hallway. Josh found his bearings again and ran to Sam's side.

"Dude," Josh cried, tugging on his friend's arm nervously.

"Don't!" Sam snapped. "Leave it. I'm fine." Sam picked himself up from the floor and walked ever slowly over to his desk to get his things.

"Are you going to tell your brother? You have to!" Josh asked his friend.

"NO!" Sam yelled and Josh backed up. "I'm sorry. I don't...I can't tell Dean."

"Sam," Josh started but didn't complete that sentence.

Sam shoved his belongings into his backpack and slowly slid the strap over his shoulder. He walked out of the room leaving, Josh standing there. Sam walked out of the school to the car waiting on him. He decided to plaster a nonchalant look as to not raise suspicion to Dean. Sam got in the car, making sure not to look his brother in the eye. He knew his eyes would betray him and show Dean the things he didn't want Dean to know.

"Hey," Dean said when Sam opened the car door.

"Hey," Sam said putting his book bag on the floor of the car and getting in. "Sorry I'm late."

"Don't worry about it," Dean started the car and drove off.

They went to the diner for dinner. After a few basic questions, not much was spoken between the two of them. Dean did notice that something was off with Sam with the fact that he was playing around with his food more than he was eating it. They had never really talked after the parent teacher conference. Sam really never defended himself from the accusation of being a bully. But Dean knew that the last person in the world who would be a bully was his baby brother.

"Sammy," Dean began in his rare 'we-need-to-talk' tone and moved his empty plate to one side.

"Yeah," Sam making a point not to look at Dean, mashing his French fries into potato paste with his fork.

"I know we haven't really talked for a while but I have to know how things turned out with your homeroom teacher."

Sam's heart started pounding in his chest. He knew that whatever Dean was going to ask, the answer he would give would raise more questions.

"Why would Steven say you were bullying people?"

Sam finally looked up at Dean. Dean almost thought he saw a little relief in Sam's face, but shook that feeling off.

"You remember Dustin from the first day of school?"

"Oh, that asshole? I still want to feed him his own lungs for beating up on you."

Sam couldn't help but smirk at that statement.

"Yeah him," Sam answered. "Josh and I were walking to our lockers when Dustin tripped us with a wire. Our things went everywhere."

"Okay, so what happened next?"

"He came up and was talking crap about you not being around to save me and I got mad."

Dean feeling a little bit of pride swell up in him. Trying to contain his enthusiasm over the fact that he knew his baby brother fought back he had to ask. "So what did you do?"

"I know we aren't to draw attention to ourselves but I couldn't help it. I hit him."

"That's my boy," Dean said smiling.

Sam shook his head. Only Dean would condone Sam's reaction when it involved kicking someone's ass.

"He hit me first. I didn't start it. But when Mr. Baxter came out of the room he only saw me and that's why he told you what he did. I don't bully people Dean. I don't..."

"I know. You don't have to convince me. I didn't believe him when he told me," Dean said stopping Sam.

"You didn't?" Sam asked.

"Sammy, who knows you better than I do? I know everything about you, little brother. You may be a pain in my ass, but you're no bully. And Steven is lucky I didn't punch him for saying that."

Sam couldn't help but laugh at that. He could just see Dean kicking Mr. Baxter's butt. Sam actually started to have a good time just imagining that fight. It helped relieve some of the stress of always being called to stay after class, if only a little. But Sam could not, would not tell Dean what was happening, no matter how sincere Dean had been in his promise to kick his teacher's ass. The rest of the evening was spent in the apartment, watching movies on TV.

The phone rang in the middle of a particularly exciting fight scene and Dean grudgingly answered it.

"Hello?" Dean said half laughing at the jibe he just gave Sam."Oh, hey Dad... Yeah, everything's fine...Nothing just sitting around watching a movie...Yeah he's right here. Sammy," Dean said handing him the phone. Dean ruffled Sam's hair and Sam punched him in the arm.

"Bitch," Dean muttered, laughing

"Jerk," Sam replied. "Hi Dad...no everything fine Dean's just being a jerk..."

"Whatever," Dean called from the kitchen.

"How are things going at school? I saw I got a message from them," John said and Sam's face went ashen. "Sammy, you still there?"

"Yes, sir." Sammy said. His voice got quiet. Dean noticed the sound change and walked back into the living room. The look on Sam started to worry Dean.

"Why would your teacher be calling me, Sam?"

"I don't know, Dad. I have to go. I've got homework. Here's Dean." Sam got up and handed Dean the phone and went upstairs.

"Dad, what did you say?" Dean asked.

"I just asked about school. What's going on?"

"Oh Sammy's upset because a teacher told me that he was bullying another student."

"What?!"John said. "Sammy? Bullying?"

"That's why he's upset. He thinks he may have to leave. I told him that I didn't believe the teacher and the teacher was lucky I didn't hit him."

Sam walked upstairs to his room after he gave Dean the phone, tears pricking the back of his eyes. He just knew that his Dad was going to tell them to pack up and they would have to leave. Sam looked around the room to see what he was going to have to pack. He so wanted to stay the year, but because of a douchebag teacher he was going forced to leave.

"Yeah, Dad I got it. No problem. See you in a few weeks." Dean hung up the phone and walked up stairs to Sam's room.

Dean knocked on the door and let himself in before Sam could say anything. Sam was sitting on the end of the bed. Dean could clearly see he'd been crying.

"So when is Dad coming?"Sam asked.

"In a few weeks," Dean said sitting on the bed next to Sam. "He's finishing up on a job he's doing with Bobby and Caleb and then he's going to head back here and stay a few days."

Sam lifted up his head and looked at Dean so confused.


"Yeah, weeks. Why? When did you think he was coming?"

"Now. In a few days so we could move."

"We're not going anywhere. I told him what happened on Conference night. He doesn't believe it either. I told you don't worry about it."

Sam sighed with relief, like a burden had been lifted from him. He just knew that Dad was going to say they had to go, because the school had called him.

"Is that why you're up here? Because you thought Dad was going to tell us we had to go? Have a little faith in him, Sam. He didn't answer the call nor did he call the school back. He knows you're a good kid, a good student. Stop worrying." Dean got up and walked out of the room.

The Next Day

Sam and Josh were walking toward the cafeteria when they both got stopped by two girls from their homeroom class; Jasmine and Stephanie.

"Josh. Sam," Jasmine said.

They both turned and faced her.

"Hey, Jasmine," Sam said. "What's up?"

"W wanted to know if you two were coming to the Homecoming dance? Me and Stephanie are on the committee and just wanted to know if you were coming. It would be a blast if you did."

"Uh, yeah, sure," Sam said. "Let me get back with you for sure, but yeah. I'll try."

"What about you, Josh?" Stephanie asked.

"Sure, why not." Josh said and shrugged like it wasn't a big deal but no one missed the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

A big smile came across Jasmine's face. "Great. Remember its next Friday night. It will be in the gym, alright?"

"Oh okay," Sam said.

"Good. Bye." Jasmine said and she grabbed Stephanie's arm and they walked off down the corridor.

Josh and Sam watched the two girls walk down the hall.

"I guess we're going to the dance," Josh said.

"Yeah, I guess we are," Sam answered smiling.

For the rest of the day, Sam had the biggest grin on his face. He didn't think he was going to be going to the dance. Now he was and with one of the prettiest girls in the class at that. The day was looking up. At the end of it, Sam was so lost in his own thoughts he walked out of the school with the class and didn't notice the Dean was waiting on the stoop instead of the car.

"Sammy!" Dean called out.

Sam lifted his head and noticed that no one was in the driver's seat of the Impala, and turned to see where the call came from. Then there was a clap on his shoulder. He looked up and saw Dean standing next to him.

"Oh, hey Dean," Sam said.

"Boy, what is on your mind? Wait. Don't tell me," Dean said standing in front of him. "Is my baby brother growing up?"

"What are you talking about," Sam asked with a grin on his face.

"It's a girl. What's her name?"


"Have I seen her?" Dean asked looking over Sam's head to see if he could spot her. "Where is she?"


"No, there is a girl that my brother likes, I have to see her."

"But, Dean."

"We are not leaving here until you show her to me."

"Fine," Sam said. He looked around till he saw her sitting on the bench over by the school buses. "You see the girl with the braids and the black jacket."

"Yeah, is that her?"

"That's her."

Dean patted Sam on the back. "Way to go." Dean put his arm around Sam's shoulders and they walked to the car. "So when are you going to ask her out?"


"You've got to ask her out," Dean said when they got to the car.

"Well, I may already have date, sort of."

"What does that mean?" Dean asked getting in the driver's side. Sam got in the car.

"The Homecoming dance."

"Yeah, what about it? Oh wait a minute, you asked her to the dance?

"Well, she sorta asked me."

Dean laughed, "Aww Sammy, okay. But listen, I'm driving. We'll go pick her up and..."

"That won't be necessary. She's on one of the committees so she will already be here. You just have to drop me off."

"Okay. Fine."

Dean put the car in gear and drove off. The rest of the week went smoothly. Dean was fixing up the vintage car with minimal problems. Sam was keeping his distance from Mr. Baxter. Things were going good. They knew their Dad was going to be home by the end of the week, and they both were excited about it. They haven't seen their father since he left two and a half months ago. Things were looking good.

Homecoming Friday

The day started out wonderfully. Dean dropped Sam off at school. Sam met up with Josh, Jasmine and Stephanie who were standing at the front door waiting on him. They all walked in together. The morning went along smoothly. At lunch, Sam and Jasmine sat together and talked.

"So who is the guy that always brings you to school," Jasmine asked, sipping on her drink.

"My older brother, Dean."

"Cool. And it's just you and him?"

"My Dad too, but he's away on business right now."

"Oh, well what about your Mom?"

Sam didn't say anything. He just put his head down.

"Oh Sam, I am really sorry, I didn't mean to pry. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Sam said lifting his head. "My mom died when I was a baby. You didn't know."

They were silent the rest of the lunch period. After the final class, it was time to go back to homeroom class for the final announcement. Josh, Sam, Jasmine, and Stephanie all walked into the classroom laughing and talking. Steven watched them come into the room.

"Excuse me," Steven said. "Can you please find your seats?"

All four of them sat in their respective seats and quiet down before the announcement came on.

"Mr. Winchester, I want to see you before you leave today."

Josh looked over at Sam.

"Yes, sir," Sam said. He lowered his head to his desk.

The announcements came on reminding everyone that the Homecoming dance would be tonight in the gym, that everyone was to be on their best behavior and that the doors opened at 7:30 and everyone needs to find a way home by 9:30. The committees were thanked for all the hard work they had done. Finally all the students were wished a happy and safe weekend. The final bell rang for the day and everybody rushed out of the class. Jasmine walked over to Sam, whose head was still down.

"Sam," Jasmine said. "You coming?"

"I'll be out in a little bit. Mr. Baxter wants to talk." Sam shuddered a little because he knew there wasn't going to be too much talking. "Josh."

"Don't worry, I'll tell him," Josh said grabbing Jasmine's arm and they both walking out of the room.

"What's going on?" Jasmine asked Josh as they walked out of the room. "Sam seemed so scared just to have to speak to Mr. Baxter."

"Nothing," Josh said looking back at Sam. "Don't worry about it."

Steven closed the door and stood in front of the desk.

"Come here, Mr. Winchester," Steven said.

Sam got up and walked over to him. Steven grabbed Sam by the collar of his jacket with one hand and with the other, hit him twice in the solar plexus. Sam's knees collapsed under him gasping for air. The only reason he was up right was because Steven had his collar.

"What am I going to do with you? How many times are we going to have these conversations?"

Two more blows caught Sam in the ribs. Tears started streaming from his eyes. He didn't get to catch his breath from the first two blows before the other ones came. Steven was pretty much holding Sam up. Sam's legs were completely limp.

"Now, I've called your father. I guess luckily for you, all I got was his answering machine. If we have to have these conversations again, trust me, I will continue to call him until I get him." Steven hit Sam again in the ribs. "Do you understand me?"

Sam was gasping for air and could barely speak.

"Y-yes...sir," Sam gasped trying his best to get his feet under him.

"Good," Steven said letting go of Sam's collar. "Now go into the restroom and get yourself cleaned up."

Sam staggered out of the room. Gripping the desks and leaning on the walls to try and hold himself up. He really felt sick. His side was burning with pain. He was so nauseous. He really hoped he made it to the bathroom in time. When he gets to the restroom, he made it as far as the basin before he began to vomit. This time it took a little longer for him to recover from puking. When he was done, he looked into the basin and startled when he saw traces of blood. He really got scared then. He didn't know what to do. He knew he couldn't tell Dean or his Dad. He turned on the faucet and let the water run the evidence down the drain. He cleaned himself up, plastered a fake smile on his face, and went back to the classroom to get his things. Thank God Steven was not in the room. He went outside to the Impala. He didn't want Dean to find out because he still wanted to go to the dance that night. Slowly, but careful not to arouse suspicion, Sam walked to the car.

"You okay," Dean said when Sam got in the car.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Sam said with a smirk.

"Okay, when does the dance start tonight?" Dean asked putting the car in gear.


"Okay, oh, by the way, I'm staying."

"What?" Sam said.

"I'm not going to leave when I drop you off. I'm staying. So when the dance is over, I'll already be here to pick you up. Dad called while you were in there, he said he'll be home on Sunday."

"Oh, okay. Great." Sam was holding on to his side but trying not to cause alarm in Dean. Luckily it was his right side so it was turned toward the car door and Dean wouldn't be able to see. He knew that if Dean had any indication that something was wrong he would not be able to see Jasmine tonight. So he kept his mouth shut.

When they got back home, Dean made dinner and Sam went upstairs to get cleaned up and change for the dance. He tried to get out of his shirt. When his arms went over his head, he almost passed out from the pain he was in. After ten minutes of trying, he finally got his clothes off and got in the shower. He let the hot water run over his body. The heat from the water actually helped. It soothed his sore side and chest. Glancing down, Sam winched at the fresh purple and blue bruises. After about twenty minutes, Sam got out of the shower and got dressed. Dean had finished dinner and was sitting in the kitchen waiting on Sam. After they ate, which wasn't a lot that Sam ate because he was still nauseous, they watched a little television until it was time to go. They left the house around 7p.m Dean drove to the school and parked where he normally parked. Sam got out of the car.

"Remember, I'll be right here when you get out."

"Okay," Sam said closing the door.

Dean watched his brother walk in the school. He didn't like how slow Sam was walking. He hadn't been walking that slowly yesterday. Dean wanted so badly to get out of the car and demand that Sam tell him what was going on, but he didn't want to embarrass his brother in front of his friends. So Dean decided he was going to talk to him tomorrow after he made breakfast.

The dance was going along nicely. Everybody was standing around talking. Some were dancing. Others were leaning on the walls, talking. It seemed as if everyone was having a wonderful time. Sam and Josh were standing by the table when Jasmine and Stephanie walked over to them.

"I'm glad you made it," Jasmine said.

"Yeah, me too." Sam said.

"What happened with Mr. Baxter," Jasmine asked. Josh looked over at Sam.

"Nothing, don't worry about it. It's all good. You want to dance?"

"Yeah, sure," Jasmine said with a smile.

Sam and Jasmine walked to the middle of the floor and he put his hands on her waist. She put her hands on his shoulders and they danced. Sam was really enjoying himself. This was his first dance, and he was having a good time.

Forty-five minutes into the dance, Jasmine notice that Sam was really sweating. He didn't seem like he was getting sick but still it worried her.

"Sam," Jasmine asked. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Sam slurred out. "I think I'm going to go to the restroom to throw some water on my face."

"Okay," Jasmine said.

Josh and Stephanie walked over to Jasmine.

"Hey," Stephanie asked. "Where's Sam going?"

"To the restroom. I think he's getting sick."

Josh decided to go after Sam. He was glad he did. When he stepped out of the gym, he saw that Dustin and a few of his friends had Sam surrounded.

"HEY!" Josh yelled. It wasn't loud enough to alarm the teachers but Stephanie and Jasmine heard it and decided to go see what he was yelling about.

When they made it to the door, they say that Dustin's friends were holding Sam's arms and Dustin was hitting Sam in the stomach. Josh ran over to Jasmine and Stephanie.

"Go!" Josh yelled. "Outside there is guy in a long black car sitting right at the front door. Go get him! Now!"

Jasmine turned and ran out of the school. She knew exactly what car he was talking about. Truth be told, everyone knew about that car.

She ran to the driver's side and banged on the window. Dean, startled a little lowered the window.

"What?" Dean said. "What's wrong?"

"You got to come," Jasmine cried. "It's Sam."

The last word that came out of her mouth made Dean's heart jump in his chest. He opened the door and they both ran into the school. When they got to where Sam was, the sight that met Dean didn't go over to well. Sam was on the floor trying to gasp for air. Dustin was standing over him and Josh was being held back so he couldn't help Sam.

"What. The. Hell!" Dean yelled.

Dustin turned and faced Dean. So scared, because he didn't know his brother was here. Dustin nearly crapped his pants. Dean walked over to Dustin and in one single movement had Dustin pinned to the wall.

"What the hell did you do to my brother?" It was just loud enough for everyone to hear him, but quiet and sinister enough to make Dustin pee his pants.

"D'n," Sam gasped.

That was enough for Dean to put his total attention on Sam. Dean went to Sam's side.

"Sammy, what happen?"

"Can't...breathe..."Sam said and then collapsed in Dean's arms.



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