Sirens of the Blood

Chapter One - The Boys Are Back In Town

Sam Winchester POV (as it will be throughout)

It was only Tuesday and already there were hoards of teenagers smoking in the middle of the car park. They had to practically shuffle out of the way of Dean's driving as he swung the Impala into the last remaining space - with a soothing and familiar flick of the wrist. One of the guys looked about seventeen or eighteen, judging from the emptiness of his eyes and the scowl on his face, and he glared at Sam's elder brother straight in the eye – as if he could take him in a fight. For what? Parking in a free car park? Oh, the horror. Dean glared right back, Sam knew without looking, but he didn't bother to check. Sam had other things on his mind. For one, he could never figure why these normal people always complained about their life. At least they weren't the Boy King, Lucifer's vessel or an ex-demon blood junkie... wow, his life really was sucky sometimes. Still at least he was all in one piece, sort of. And alive, barely. As the Impala came to a halt, jolting him out of his mind web, Sam glanced up at the vision to his right. It was a sight he thought he would never be a part of again. Never to get those butterflies in his stomach, hoping this time would be different and that Dad would let him stay in one place or more than a few weeks; he never did.

But finally, this time was different.

Dean cleared his throat from the driver's seat, "Are you sure you wanna do this, Sammy? It's not like you're exactly peachy right now and-"

"Shut up, Dean. We've done this before and it's gone fine. Just, gimme a sec, okay?" The elder brother held up his large hands in surrender with an annoyingly innocent look on his face. Damn, did Sam hate it when he did that. Supposedly he was the older one, the more mature brother. Although he had gotten used to it by now, things in his lie never being as they should. At least now, as he turned once more to look up at the high school, he thought, at least now I can pretend to be normal, even if it is just for a little while. There, he could do it. He had overcame freaking Lucifer himself, he could fake teach some kids a class in Law. The cool handle of the shotgun side door had never felt better in his hand. Sam reached one of his arms down easily – one of the many reasons why he loved his huge height – and wrapped the strap of the plaid coloured rucksack around one wrist. The students around him made appreciative and awe-struck sounds as he clambered out of the Impala to stand on the car park gravel; it was nothing he wasn't used to and to be honest he just took it in his stride these days. With one hand he tapped the roof of the car, which Dean revved up, whilst Sam pulled the bag onto one shoulder with his other hand.

"Have a great first day, Sammy!" Dean bellowed through the open car window, jacking the Impala into gear and reversing out of the space. Sam noticed that many of the teenagers around the car park had stopped what they were doing to watch his brother over enthusiastically drive off the school property. It wasn't until Dean's arm came out of the moving car to give Sam a thumbs up that he sighed at his older brother. Wait for it, Sam grimly thought, any second now..

It was the heaaaaaat of the moment. Heaaaaaat of the moment.

"REALLY DEAN? HOW SUPPORTIVE!" Sam shouted after the Impala as it made a U-turn to exit onto the actual road. Dean knew how much that song annoyed him, especially after that ground-hog day moment Gabriel had put him through a few years back, where Dean died every day. Sam sighed and turned to look at the school again. The students had stopped staring and where back to gossiping about some upcoming party at a popular girl's house, or something. Sam didn't really care. All he saw was the sign. Underneath a large oak tree, which leaves fluttered in the wind and seemed to glow in the sunlight, was a long, rectangle brick work sign. It announced with big blood-red uppercase letters that he was now entering: Mystic Falls High School. Sam felt his feet take him up onto the curb, across the grass and over to the sign. He stared at it, eating every detail, every dent, every graffiti. How did these people walk past such a permanent thing every day and not realise how important it is? How important their lives are? How lucky they were?

Maybe he was just different.

"Uh-hum." Came a voice from behind his back. Sam whirled around, expecting Crowley or some other enemy to be there ready to rub it all in his face. His eyes widened at what was there. It was a girl. Just that: a girl. She was quite tall, almost as tall as Dean's height, with a gorgeous face. Her eyes are wide, like she was permanently in awe of something, and they were the sort of colour that seemed to change between blue and green just by blinking. She had, how else could he describe it, a perfect face. Her hair was waving a blonde, like Jess' is... was. Dammit, it's been eight years, Sam, he scolded himself internally. Now was not the best time to think about your dead college girlfriend. The best time for that was never. Sam blinked, forcing himself not to tear up like he always did when he thought of her. Oh, Jess..

"Hey, hey! Are you okay? What's your name?" The girl asked, grabbing him by the elbow. He hadn't even realised he had gone weak at knees and was about to hit the ground; the girl by his side held him up steadily. She was surprisingly strong.

He opened his mouth to say sorry and thank you but all that came out was, "S-sam," He coughed to clear the bile from his throat. Even the weather had gotten colder and the light no longer seemed as inviting, "My name's Sam Winchester. Thanks, erm, miss..?"

The girl laughed sweetly, "I'm Caroline Forbes and you, my friend, are as drunk as a skunk. Come on." Caroline, somehow, lifted him up back onto his feet. She held him steady with one delicate hand on his chest – just above his heart by some coincidence – watching him like a hawk for any sign that he was going to break. Sweet. Sam laughed, regaining his strength easily after a few seconds. He'd come back from much, much worse.

"I'm not drunk, honest. Just- erm – nerves; first day and all that." He bullshitted from the heart, it came so easily to him these days. Although, he couldn't think way he had told her his real name. Him and Dean had already decided to call him Charles Bradbury as a private joke about their rebellious girl friend Charlie.

"Seriously? You're a bit old for high school aren't you? You're like, what, twenty?" Caroline asked, hooking her arm into the crook in his as they turned slightly left to make their way towards the school enterance. Her skin was so cold, it was nice on his arm.

"Twenty seven." He puffed his lower lip out and looked down. Was he that old already?! He felt like he was still a fifteen year old most days, being looked after by his elder brother day in and day out. Not much had changed, really, apart from Sam. He himself had changed a lot.

"No. Way. You totally don't look it – well, here we are." Caroline had stopped with a hand frozen on the glass of the entrance door. It was lined with a red metal to match the outside of the brick building. This town sure likes the colour red, he thought. She sighed then looked up at Sam apologetically, eye brows raised and mouth widened.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"It's just – well – I recently went through his whole change and everything's different now and I can't face something as mundane as school any more. I mean, it used to mean everything to me but now, especially ever since Stefan came to town.. it's all changed because of him but Elena can't see that and she's not even bothering to help me but Bonnie and Matt are and it just makes me question who my friends are, you know? And now my mom hates me and now Ty -... oh, my god. I am so sorry," Caroline shook her head, removing her palm from the door to cover her face from him. "I -I don't always know what I'm talking about. Just, ignore that. Please." She removed the hands away from her face and looked him in the eye. Her beautiful eyes seemed to reflect everything, they were so captivating and he felt himself slipping into them but then..her pupils dilated massively.

"Whoa! Are you okay, Caroline? Your eyes-"

"Crap! It didn't work. Damon told me that would work if I put more effort into it," She practically stomped her feet in frustration. "I'm so sorry, Sam, it being your first day and all. I shouldn't be this... jumpy." Sam felt the relief slip onto his face but something inside of him was screaming that something was seriously not.. natural here. Even so, he found her outbreak kind of funny.

"It's okay," He smiled wider than he had smiled for years at this beautifully awkward girl, "Tell me about it later? Over coffee?"

"Sure," She smiled just as wide, if not wider than he did. Watching her eyes though, and having as much experience with liars as he did, Sam knew there was more to her than met the eye. Maybe she knew something about the victims completely drained of blood throughout town. If it meant a free date, then doing some research on the people of the town from a talk-active girl wasn't such a bad idea. He felt bad for using her but.. people were dying. And people dying were his priority right now.

Sam reached for the door and opened it for her, signalling for her to enter the building first. She curtsied with surprising gracefulness, as though she was well practised, and walked past him. Inches away from his chest and it was obviously on purpose by the look on her face. They walked into the corridor together and Sam breathed in the ancient smell of teenage desperation, mouldy food and books of his distant memories. It brought up both good and bad ghosts of the past but.. it was still familiar, even though it was a different state and different high school. Caroline swung round in several circles, spinning on her heel. Sam hadn't even bothered to see what she was wearing before... it was a cheerleaders outfit with cowboy boots. Damn.

"H-how old are you, Caroline?"

She smiled at him knowingly, "Eighteen, graduating next week hopefully.. if I ever get to class," Caroline indicated to the empty halls with a thumb. She took off running, a little leather bag he didn't even notice before bouncing against her side. Her hair flew behind her like, like literal waves, "See ya round, Sam!"

Her voice seemed to echo off the walls of the corridor, off every locker and off every light; it was stupid really but something told Sam that his girl was different. Maybe it was the left over demon blood in his system or his premonitions but he knew, just knew that there was something more to her. She wasn't shallow like those kiddie pools on the television adverts he used to see as a child, no. Caroline Forbes was abyss deep. Like, Lucifer's pit deep. Sam immediately regretted that comparison but it was true. There was something thrilling about her.

And Sam was gonna figure her out, whilst Dean did the job of finding the supernatural being that was killing people and sucking their blood. Maybe, for once, Sam could keep a girl safe

Author's Note: This is my first ever Sam POV so please tell me if I completely and utterly got his voice wrong. Review, etc.