"Violet! Move it!" Dean called up the stairs of the brand new house. Violet quickly swiped on the rest of her mascara and bounded down the steps. "I'm here" she told her older brother "Let's go." Violet followed Dean out to his Impala where her younger brother, Sam waited, leaning against the hood. "Sam, get your giant Sasquatch ass off my baby." Dean growled "Don't be jealous, Dean. It's not your fault you got the short genes." Sam was the youngest but he towered over his older siblings at a height of 6'4". Dean was just a few inches shorter but poor violet looked like a midget compared to her brothers at 5'5".The siblings piled into the black muscle car that Dean had gotten two years ago as an 18th birthday present. Despite the fact that both Violet and Sam had their licenses, Dean was the only one with wheels. He was Dad's favorite child anyways. Dean settled into the front seat next to his sister before turning around to Sam "bite me, bitch." He snapped. The younger Winchester siblings smiled. Name calling was kind of their thing, like an inside joke. "Kiss my 'Sasquatch ass'" Sam replied. Dean drove his siblings to their new high school. Years of moving from place to place had prepared the duo for what they were about to face but it didn't make them any happier to be there. "Can't we just get jobs? It's not like we will be here long enough for us to actually enjoy it." Sam questioned. "C'mon Sam. Suck it up; Dad said we get to stay here until you graduate. You have t3 years to actually make some connections." He scoffed "because that worked out so well last time." Dean ushered them out of his car as he said "make some friends, lay low, stay out of trouble and things will work just fine." Violet smirked "You seriously are giving us THAT advice. YOU couldn't even go an hour without causing a fight when you were in high school." The 3 Winchester kids were troublemakers and they knew not to deny it. They were always in some kind of fix. "Well, it's different now. I'M the one who has to drag my happy ass down to the office if you guys get into trouble so just control yourselves I you don't want me to murder you." Dean commanded. Violet removed her backpack from the trunk and walked over to the driver's side window "isn't that the pot calling the kettle black? Considering it's me who has to go down to the sheriff's office if you get arrested again?" Dean gave his sister a playful glare before pulling out of the parking lot and heading off to look for a job. Sam and Violet faced the school, staring at it as if they could will it away with their minds. "Let's go. It won't be too bad." The older Winchester urged. The bell shrieked in their ears as they entered the blue, metal double doors that lead to the main hallway. Sam split from his sister heading to the sophomore wing of the school. Violet found that because she was a senior, all of her classes were on the third floor of the main building which meant climbing stairs. She hated stairs and anything involving climbing them. Sam promised to meet her at lunch, that is, if he didn't get into trouble first, if so, he would find a nice spot to hide away until his sister found him. Violet highly doubted her brother would have any bullying issues this year. Sam had shot up over the summer and no one bothered him at the last school because of his height. She was glad the days of eating lunch by themselves in the library were over. Vi walked to her first period Government class. The teacher, a jittery woman with thick rimmed glasses and a hooked nose, stood at the front of the class as student filed into the room. Violet approached her and the woman studied her with big owlish eyes. "You must be our new student. Please, come and write your name on the board." She instructed in a mousy voice that shook with anxiety. Couldn't blame her, she taught high school. The second bell rang as Violet picked up the chalk and wrote her name in loopy, girly hand writing. "Now, please. Everyone sit. Please... everyone, sit down. Good, today we have a new student in class today. Why don't you tell us about yourself, dear?" The middle Winchester stared back at the class, not really knowing what to say. None of her other teacher had asked her to do anything like this before. "Um… I'm Violet Winchester. My family just moved here from…ugh, actually I'm not really sure where we moved from. I think it was Illinois. Sorry, we move a lot." The teens eyed her with half lidded eyes, bored with Vi already. However, the teacher smiled warmly and ordered the new girl to sit anywhere she liked. She sat in the back and immediately joined most of the class and went to sleep as the teacher, whose name she did not catch, droned on. Vi dreamed of the blue eyed man again. He was in the same place as always, the park bench beside some lake that Violet had never been to besides her dreams. "Soon" was all he said in his low, gravelly voice. "Soon, what?" she called out to him. He didn't, he never did. Usually he said a word or sentence and stayed silent for the rest of the dream, staring at her with mixed emotions. She never got close enough o read his face. As she stepped closer to the bench, she woke up. The bell clanged and Violet jolted to her feet, gathering her things. Next was European History, study hall, Math, and French. A bunch of kids had take French I last year but didn't know shit about the language. Violet had taken French I and then her Uncle Bobby got a hold of her. She spoke fluent French now while he brothers were forced to learn Latin. Dean had bitched that whole summer spent with their Uncle. As it stood, Vi was about to kill herself as she sat in a class full of idiots who couldn't even say 'croissant' right. Eventually, she lost it. "Excusez-moi. Puis-je partir? Il est ridicule pour moi de rester ici pendant que vousenseigner ces enfants des choses aussi simples. Vous pouvez me contacter quand vous vous déplacez sur plus dures choses.**" The French instructor, a young man with a cliché black turtleneck and curly blond hair, blinked in surprise and nodded. "Oui, mademoiselle." Violet left the room shocked and headed for her next class. Art was always Violets favorite subject in school. It came so naturally to her and she was a terrific artist. Violet wandered into the art classroom only to find it empty. Violet glanced around at the empty room at the blank white canvases and the bottles of paint strewn across the tables. It wouldn't hurt to get started early on her piece for class. The blond Winchester slid her bag off of her shoulder and onto the floor next to an easel. She picked up her supplies and began. The only thing she had been able to paint recently was those deep pools of azure. She would sit down, not really knowing what she was going to put onto the canvas, but it ended up being the nameless man in her dreams every time. She painted, caressing the canvas with her brush strokes, as she tried to mix her paints to make the perfect shade of bright blue. In the end, he ended up as an angel, perched on top of a skyscraper. Violet had started having the dreams a few months ago, just when things in her family began to get better. In a weird way, she saw him as her guardian angel, shielding her from worry and sadness caused by her dreams of the hard times in her life. "It's really good." Someone said. Violet turned to see a blond girl sitting down at a table not far away. The Winchester girl had been so focused she hadn't seen anyone come in. "Thanks. I just feel like its missing something." She replied. The girl shrugged "Looks complete to me. Is he a friend of yours? You know, minus the angel wings." "I wish. I mean, nobody I've met as of yet. I'm Violet Winchester." "Jo Harvell. I sure hope he is real. He is a total hunk." Violet smiled "me too."
**I don't speak French nor do I know someone who does so I was forced to use Google Translate. Don't murder me if this is not right.