I hope you enjoy this next part in The Blood of The Protectors series. Hopefully, if all goes according to plan, this fic will be updated every Wednesday. As usual, I don't own the rights to Supernatural nor Grimm (but how I wish I did). Enjoy!
"Chin up, Sam. We're only gonna be here for a few weeks then we'll move on again"
"That's exactly why it sucks so much"
Dean rolled his eyes at Sam's pout as the two of them walked through the doors of their new school. Their father had found a case in the area- a pack of werewolves, apparently- so Sam and Dean had to experience yet another 'first day' at yet another new school. Dean had gotten so used to it now that he was beyond caring by this point; he only had another year of school left anyway then he wouldn't have to deal with any of this anymore. But Sam still hated it.
"Come on, Sam. We've been in worse places. At least this place looks fairly decent. I distinctly remember our last school looked like it was about to fall down at any given moment and I'm pretty sure they had a serious rat infestation. Plus, Portland isn't that bad" Dean sighed, stopping in the middle of the hallway which forced Sam to stop too and look up at his brother.
"It'll be okay. Try and make some new friends. I know the friendships we make rarely last but it's worth a shot, even if it's only for a few weeks" Dean said encouragingly to his brother and ruffled his hair a little. Suddenly, the bell sounded throughout the building and Dean gave Sam one last smile before walking towards his first lesson of the day (or to find somewhere to bunk off his first lesson of the day, Sam could never be sure). Sam began making his way to his own lesson, although truth be told he had absolutely no idea where he was supposed to be going. This school was a lot bigger than most of the ones he had previously been to- and Sam had been to a lot of different schools by this point. The corridors were like an endless maze and the placement of the classrooms made zero sense to him. Sam started to panic as he noticed the corridors quickly emptying and he was still no closer to finding out where he was meant to be going. Finally, good luck struck him as he spotted a map on the wall on the other side of the corridor. But that luck rapidly drained away as Sam squinted at the old, faded, and utterly indecipherable map of the school grounds.
"Excuse me, could you-" Sam started to ask the person behind him but they ignored him and continued walking. Sam wasn't sure why he had expected anything else- no one ever wanted to talk to the new kid. Sam sighed as he turned around and stared down the now empty corridor. Typical; his first lesson of his one hundredth first day and he wasn't even going to get there at the right time. He was about to go looking for Dean when suddenly Sam was shoved forwards as someone collided with him. After stumbling for a moment, Sam turned around to see a kid about his age but maybe a little older standing behind him. He was bent over with his hands on his knees, his face was flushed, and his breath was coming out in quick, short bursts.
"I'm so sorry" the kid apologised breathlessly, glancing up at Sam.
"It's okay. I was in the way, I suppose" Sam replied, looking down at his feet.
"No, it was completely my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going" the kid apologised again. He paused for a moment before speaking again "I haven't seen you around here before, are you new?"
"Yeah, it's my first day today actually" Sam told him.
"Well, I know I'm late to lesson which probably means you are too. So what exactly were you doing standing out in the middle of the corridor?" the kid questioned, finally standing up straight.
"I couldn't figure out where to go" Sam admitted sheepishly.
"Don't worry, I was just like you on my first day here. This place is a complete maze. I'd be happy to show you where to go if you want" the kid smiled at him and Sam let out a sigh of relief. Sam told him the number of the room he was meant to be in and together they walked towards Sam's destination.
"Here you are" the kid smiled, pointing towards the door.
"I'm sorry if I make you late to your lesson" Sam apologised but the kid held up his hand and shook his head.
"It's okay, I'm only next door" he grinned and Sam found himself slowly smiling back at him.
"I'm Sam, by the way" Sam said, holding out his hand.
"I'm Nick. Nick Burkhardt" the kid replied, shaking Sam's hand before walking into his classroom. Sam smiled to himself and shook his head slightly before opening the door to the classroom he was meant to be in and walked inside. He was relieved to find out that the teacher wasn't even there yet. So, he quickly sat down at the only empty table which, to Sam's relief, was in the back corner, avoiding eye contact with everyone who stared at him as he walked past them. Even when the teacher finally arrived and the never ending dullness of math class began, Sam's smile still remained faintly on his lips and it stayed there for the rest of the hour.