Author's Note: I'm a huge Disney fan. And I've always toyed around with the idea of doing something Disney/Supernatural, but I could never think of something good enough. But then, as I was listening to the new Hunchback of Notre Dame soundtrack, it hit me. Maybe, I could do stories inspired by Disney songs. That way, you get a little Disney magic, without really changing things with the boys. So, this is the result. I don't know if this will be a series of unrelated one-shots or the beginning of a story, but I hope you will enjoy it regardless. This is set pre-series, when Sam is about 13 or 14.

"Out there

Where they all live unaware

What I'd give

What I'd dare

Just to live one day out there."

—Hunchback of Notre Dame, "Out There"

Sam relishes going to school.

Sure, most of his peers consider middle school Hell on Earth, but they don't realize how lucky they truly are. They get to come here, day in and day out, and sit in a desk and be told that their future is open, that they can be anything they want to be if they just put their minds to it.

In that way, they are blessed.

Sam already knows what his future is and it isn't something that any of the kids here or the teachers would ever understand. When asked, he tells them that he's going into the family business. What they don't know is that the family business is bloody and dangerous. It will probably get him killed before he's 40. It's a life that was chosen for him, six months after he was born. It's a path that his brother and his father expect him to follow, without question.

It's a life that he doesn't want.

He hates hunting. He may be good at researching and understanding lore, but when it comes down to actually stalking the creatures and disposing of them, Sam falters. He isn't as sure in his skills, isn't as comfortable as Dean or his father. He's not as quick on the draw; he's always a split-second behind, unable to process things as his family.

Maybe he could be a researcher. He'd be good at that. Locked away in some archive, in a distant library somewhere safe, where he can read about ancient civilizations and try to understand how people lived back in Rome or Sparta or wherever he chose to study.

But he doesn't have these options.

His path is already chosen.

As his classmates file into first period Algebra, all looking somewhat unimpressed, Sam wonders what it would be like to be one of them. To have his worries be so simple and so superficial, he would give almost anything for that.

Sam wants to be normal.

He wants to hate school as much as his peers, he wants to make plans for the weekend and have friends. He transfers schools so many times that he can't afford to make attachments. So, he goes on with his life, drifting from town to town, pretending to be a student like everyone else.

"Sam?"

The youngest Winchester glances up from his books and meets the soft gaze of Christy, the only nice girl in the class and pretty much his only friend here.

"Hey," He manages a smile and tries to collect his scattered thoughts and focus on this moment. "What's up?"

Christy smiles shyly, tucking a strand of her chestnut hair behind her ear. She bites her lower lip for a moment, before opening her mouth again. Barely above a whisper, she asks, "I was wondering if you wanted to go see a movie this weekend?"

Time freezes around him as she processes her request.

He wants to say yes. He likes Christy and not just as friend. She's a pretty girl and she's nice to him, unlike everyone else in this school. She sees past the "new kid" stigma and actually treats him like a person. If he were a normal kid, he'd say yes, without any hesitation. He'd go to the movies with her and hold her hand and maybe kiss her cheek and be teased endlessly by his big brother and his father would chuckle dryly and Sam would feel—

Normal.

Absolutely normal.

But he isn't normal, not in the slightest. He can't say yes because he'll be hunting a werewolf this weekend and then after that, he'll be gone, and pretty soon, it'll be like he was never here. He'd just be the new kid who transferred to another school and left no meaningful memories behind.

He hates that.

"Sam?" Christy is waiting with baited breath, eyes sparkling with hope and he wonders, just for a second, what it would be like to say yes.

"Sorry," He tries to let her down gently, but knows that there's no easy way to do that. "I can't."

Christy's expression turns to dejected, but she tries to cover it with a fake, much too bright smile. She nods her head, almost mechanically, "Right, I understand."

And just like that, he's reminded of all that he's been forced to give up.

As Christy walks away from him, Sam can't help but feel like his chance at being normal is slipping through his fingers, like sand through his grasp.

He's not normal and though he'd like to spend one day out there, in the normal world, doing normal things, he can't. He has to go home and continue his charade of being a hunter. He has to study Latin and research and then, grab a gun and kill whatever supernatural creature their father had tracked down.

This is his life.

For now, that is.

Sam still has a shred a faith that he's clinging to. Someday, he would go out into the world just be a normal guy, living a normal life with a normal job and a wife, and kids, and the white picket fence.

That is his goal.

But for now, he's just the new kid, living a double life, in a school where no one will remember him in two weeks.

Author's Note: No idea what song I'll do next, but I'll hopefully update soon! Please review if you have a moment. Thanks!