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Sam/6; Dean/10

There's No Person Like Home

Mrs. Trent loved teaching. It was just something about teaching the first grade. She loved to hear the little stories that would come from the children. People around the world would always say that Monday was the worst day of the week; well, she begged to differ. She loved Mondays. Not because of the day, but because of the stories that she would hear from her students. She made it a point to ask her students what they did over the weekend. Sometimes, she would assign little projects for the children to do and come back and tell the rest of the class.

Today, when she walked into the office to pick up her mail, she saw a small family; a father and his two sons, she assumed. They exchanged 'Good Mornings' and she thought nothing else about the trio as she walked to her class to get it ready for the day.

Setting up her class they way that she wanted it; she was surprised when the principle, Mr. Walker, came knocking on her door frame.

"Mr. Walker," she said standing up facing the door. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Sweet as always, Mrs. Trent," Mr. Walker smiled. "I've come to tell you that you will have a new student for a while. The small family you saw sitting in the office."

"The father and sons," Mrs. Trent said. "Yes, I remember. Who will my new student be?"

"His name is Samuel Winchester," Mr. Walker handed her some paperwork. "He is a special case."

"What do you mean?" Mrs. Trent asked, looking over the papers. "Is he a trouble maker?"

"Far from it, from what I gathered," Mr. Walker answered, sitting down in the near by chair. Mrs. Trent sitting in the chair next to him. "No, he's a special case because this is not the first school he's been transferred from. And honestly, I don't think it will be the last. After talking with the father, I don't think they will be here that long."

"Really?" Mrs. Trent raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that a little dangerous. Should I be worried about the child?"

"Well, I didn't get the vibe from the small family that he was unloved," Mr. Walker stated. "But I would love it if you kept your eye on him. Let me know immediately if you think there may be abuse in the household."

"I will," Mrs. Trent nodded.

"Good," Mr. Walker said, standing up, patting her arm. "Well, I will leave you to finish rearranging your room."

She smiled at the principal but didn't say anything else. Once she finished working on the room, she sat down behind her desk, while waiting on the children, she read up on Samuel Winchester.

The file was small and it only had a little bit of information about the child. In it, it mentioned that he was the youngest of the family. That his mother died when he was just a babe, and the only place of residence was a Robert Singer in Sioux Falls? That couldn't be right, she thought. Sioux Falls was two states away. Where was his home? Mrs. Trent pondering that for a little bit and she figured that she would make a class project out of it so she would not single out the new child.

Getting her plan together, the bell rang signally that it was time for the students to start coming in, putting their things away and getting settled into their respective classes.

Her desk in the back corner of the room. She's always love to watch the children come into her class. She loved to see the expressions on her students' faces when they came into the room because the room was never the same from day to day. She didn't want her students getting comfortable with just sitting around the same people all the time. She wanted them all to know each other. Sometimes the switches were challenging, but all in all, they worked out to where there were more friendships in her class.

As the students walked with the look of surprise, they all looked for their seats. While the children looked for their names on their respective desks she noticed the new child standing in the doorway. He wasn't looking in the room, no, he was looking at someone standing just beyond the door. Not wanting to invade the new kid's privacy, not yet anyway, she began helping some of the other students get their things together.

Once all the children were sitting down, she noticed that Sam was still standing by the door. She guessed that he was waiting to be told where to sit. She lifted her arm, and waved him over so that she could introduce him to the class.

"Everyone," she began. "This is Samuel Winchester. He's new in town."

"Hello, Samuel," the entire classed chorused.

"Now, I want you all to be nice to Samuel."

"It's just Sam," Sam interrupted.

"Sam," Mrs. Trent corrected.

"Yes, Mrs. Trent."

"Sam, why don't you sit over there next to Jamie?" She pointed to the boy at the end. Next to him was an empty desk.

Sam walked over to the desk and sat down without saying a word.

"Alright, class," Mrs. Trent clapped her hands. "Now I know that today we were suppose to talk about what we did over the weekend, but I wanted to get something different from you. I want you all to tell me about your home."

Mrs. Trent had an ulterior motive as to wanting to know about each student's home. In her mind, it was the best way to learn something about her new student.

Each student got up and told about their home. Some talked about how big their homes were. Some talked about how many rooms it had. One girl, Tracy, talked about everyone that lived in her home. Jamie was now talking about his room and his toys.

Mrs. Trent kept glancing over to Sam to see if he was nervous or worried about speaking. To her surprise, he was neither. If she had to guess, he pretty much looked eager to speak. Once Jamie finished, she then turned to Sam.

"Okay, Sam," She said. "Why don't you tell everyone about your home."

She watched as the small, curly brown-headed, boy stood up with the look of pride in his eyes and began to speak.

"My home is always with me. He takes care of me when my dad isn't around. He never lets me be alone or scared. My home is always safety."

"Sam, dear," Mrs. Trent said cutting the child off. "You're speaking as if your home is a person."

Small giggles could be heard from the class as Sam's cheeks start to blush.

"My home is a person," Sam declared.

"No, Samuel," Mrs. Trent shook her head. "A home is a place not a person."

"My home is a person," this time Sam's voice was a lot louder. "And my name is Sam!"

"Sam," Mrs. Trent put emphasis on his name. "Why don't you sit down and calm yourself a bit. We'll talk more later."

"I don't want to talk to you anymore," Sam huffed out as he plopped back down in his seat. His arms crossed over his chest.

He hated when people told him things about his family and home and they didn't know him. It was just the beginning of the day an already Sam was ready to go back home. He loved being home, and he knew his home loved him. Home wouldn't judge him, or make fun of him. Home wouldn't laugh at him"

For the rest of the day, Mrs. Trent tried to get Sam, as he preferred to be called, involved in projects in the class, but he was stubborn. She had seen kids threaten not to talk anymore, but Sam took the cake. When Sam said he wasn't going to talk anymore, he meant just that. He did he work, but not one sound came from the boy. Mrs. Trent started to feel guilty for the way that she handled Sam. She wanted to get a good story as to why Sam's home residence was two states away, but she feels she blew it on finding out. But she was not one to give up easily. She decided that she would pull Sam to the side and try talking to him again, this time without the other children listening in. Maybe embarrassment was what caused Sam to mistake his home, she thought.

During lunch, the children were either eating lunches they brought from home or the school satchel lunch. Sam was eating from his satchel lunch, when Mrs. Trent walked over to his desk.

"Sam," she tried to make her voice low and comforting. "I would like to talk to you, if I can."

Sam knowing it would not be good if he were rude, put his sandwich down and looked up at z his teacher, still not saying one word.

"Sam," she began, "I am really sorry if I upset you this morning. I know that it's probably really hard to come to a new school and have the children giggle at you." Sam, not saying a word, just looked at her. "I really just want to ask you a few questions. Will you talk to me?"

Sam looked at her, shook his head, and went back to eating his sandwich. Feeling defeated, she sighed and got up from next to Sam.

For the rest of the day, Sam did not speak and no one spoke to Sam. When the last bell rang, signaling the end of the day, everyone got their things and went outside so that they could wait for their parents to pick them up.

Mrs. Trent figured she would give it one more chance to get something out of Sam. She thought it would probably be best if she spoke with Mr. Winchester. Tell him what happened in class. She loved all her students, but she has learned from experience that upset children are prone to exaggeration.

While the kids were waiting outside, she noticed that Sam was sitting on the steps of the school, waiting. He didn't look sad, or lonely. He just had a longing look. While keeping an eye on him as well as the other students, that played waiting for their parents, she saw something that actually warmed her heart.

Sam had the biggest grin on his face. Mrs. Trent looked around to see if she could find the man that she saw earlier that morning, but he was nowhere to be found. What she did see was a boy, that looked to be no older than ten, coming towards her student. She slowly walked over to them. As she was getting closer, she could see that Sam was talking his head off to the other child, grinning and telling him any and everything.

She later regretted walking in on the two boys. If she knew then what she knows now, she wouldn't have walked over there. But who's to say that you're too old to learn.

Mrs. Trent walked over to the two boys. The first thing she noticed was that the older one moved Sam so that Sam was standing behind him. The look that the other boy was giving her actually made her shiver a little.

"Who are you?" the boy demanded.

"D'n, she's my teacher," Sam whispered from behind him.

She looked at the boy standing in front of her. She could see that he was fully intending to protect his brother. Then she looked at how Sam was standing in relation to his brother Dean, and she remembered what Sam said in class that morning.

'My home is always with me. He takes care of me when my dad isn't around. He never lets me be alone or scared. My home is always safety.'

In that moment, Mrs. Trent knew who Sam had been talking about. He was talking about his brother. When she didn't say anything more, Dean turned his attention to his brother.

"Did you have fun here?" Dean asked. His voice was calm towards his brother, but she could hear the underlining meaning behind that question.

"The other kids laughed at me," Sam quietly said.

Mrs. Trent's heart dropped at Sam's admission. She received the scariest glare from a child. Dean turned and looked at her.

"Come on, Sammy," Dean said, turning his baby brother away and walking off. "Let's go. I'll tell you about my day."

The two brothers walked off leaving the teacher just standing there. She couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. In that short amount of time, she found out that 'home' was not only just a place, but could be a person. To Sam Winchester, home was his brother. She saw him be comforted and protected. Dean Winchester was Sam Winchester's home.

As she watched to two boys disappear down the street, she began to smile. Mondays were always an eventful day. Today was no exception. Today the story that will forever be in her memory was the day she learned that home is not just a place.

THE END

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