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Author's note: It's my first story on the website, as well as the first Winchester fanfic, so forgive me if there are any problems with the chapter. Any reviews much welcome!
Big thanks to amaezing for beta-ing the chapter. You're the best!
Chapter one: Always trust your senses
A young man crossed the doorstep of the facility, full of bitterness and curiosity.
It might sound strange, but that young man was Sam Winchester. It wasn't that Sam hated school; actually, he always considered the institution his second home. Or maybe the first, keeping in mind that he had never had one. And that's what his bitterness came from.
Either way, his mood was furthermore destroyed by Dean, or rather his lack of presence. Sam, you're twelve, and that's only school. You're gonna be fine. His father's voice was buzzing in his head. He knew that if Dean had been here then, he would have laughed at him and called him some sort of girl, but that's what he needed. He needed his brother. Desperately.
It was a childish behaviour, but he just couldn't help it. Theoretically, he shouldn't have been at the same school with his brother for a couple grades already, but his father always found a combined facility. And he found it now. He just took Dean on a hunt, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
"Dean, wake up! We'll be late because of you!", Sam shouted, repeatedly poking a sleeping form of his older brother.
Dean moaned slowly, sleepily and stretched his hand against Sam's, preventing it from further activity. "What're talking about?", he answered, still regaining consciousness. He received a weird gaze from his sibling, but Sam explained it anyway.
"First day at school! We can't be late!", younger Winchester continued to scream with joy.
Yeah, that kid always liked school. God, he loved school. Although it was never Dean's thing, he understood Sammy. He understood the need to be outside. To have normal life, far away from all those monsters, guns, salt and holy water. But he never shared the approach though. This was his life, the future he always took for granted. He never considered anything else. He didn't even want to consider.
"I'm not going", he mumbled, but for Sam the words were perfectly clear, as he straightened and tensed. He looked Dean in the eyes, quietly asking 'why'.
"I'm taking him for a hunt." Their father came out of nowhere, stepping softly, but firmly, with a posture of a tough guy, which John Winchester definitely was. "You're twelve, and that's only school. You're gonna be fine without your brother for a couple days."
No, I won't, Sam's eyes seemed to scream to Dean. Help me.
He wouldn't dare to say it aloud though.
Sam returned to the reality, quickly washing away any memories of the morning. Nothing happened, I'm a normal kid; I'm a normal kid, nothing happened. He repeated his greatest (and most common) lies like a mantra, which, indeed, they were.
He strolled through the corridor to the office, putting a polite smile on his face and pretending to be the most ordinary teenager in the world.
"Good morning, I'm Samuel Winchester. I was told I could pick up my timetable here", he said, automatically recalling a dictum he always used in such situations. I change school definitely too often, I guess. He allowed himself to chuckle.
A brown-haired, middle-aged lady looked up at him with a kind smile and stood up to reach the drawer just behind her. She pulled out a small sheet of paper and handed it to the boy. "Here you are. Don't lose it." She smirked fondly as she saw a shade of anxiety written on Sam's face. "The first lesson you have is Maths, room twenty-seven," she instructed. "Just turn left and go straight forward until the end of the corridor. The room is on the right-hand side."
Sam nodded and thanked the lady, heading to the exit and taking the route, just as the woman said. His heart started to beat faster with every step, echoing rhythmic lub-dub. "It's okay, nothing's gonna happen", he whispered to himself. But he felt that it was a lie. And, hell, he was right.