Hey everyone! This is my Supernatural high school AU. I may or may not continue with this one. If you like please tell me and I will continue with it. I will post all the chapters I have for it so far.

Dean POV

Dean blinked in the sunlight that was streaming in from the window beside him. He sat up groggily and looked around him. His messy room surrounded him with clothes all over the ground. CD cases were stacked a mile high on his sound system and night table beside him. Posters of his favourite bands cluttered his walls.

It was the same scene he saw every morning, always there to greet him while the rest of the household yelled downstairs in their rush to get ready for school every morning.

"DEAN! GET YOUR ASS UP AND READY!" He heard his dad scream from the bottom of the stairs.

He lifted his hand and ran it down his face muttering "You don't have to yell."

But that's all his dad did, all he did was yell at him for every little thing he did. He yelled at him about his grades, his mess, how he dressed, how he wasn't high enough in rank on the football team. It was an ongoing thing.

Of course then there was his brother. Sammy was the perfect child, the one who never got blamed for anything because Dean was supposed to be the example. That was bullshit, Dean knew for a fact that Sammy was not the angel his parents thought him to be. But what did that matter? They never listened to him anyway.

Someone knocked on his door and Dean was sure to be at least out of the bed and scraping around in his closet looking for clothes.

A small head peeked around and he saw fourteen year old brother look up at him.

"What do you want Sam?" Dean growled, sleep still fogging his brain.

Sam flinched a little and looked at the ground "Dad said that breakfast is ready."

Dean instantly felt bad for growling. He loved his brother and he knew it wasn't his fault that he got all the love. Honestly Sam was just good at everything he touched; it was a gift the kid really had no control over.

"Thanks Sammy, I'll be down in a bit okay?" Dean replied trying to make his voice sound softer.

Sam nodded and went to leave, before he closed the door he looked at Dean and said "I've told you before its Sam not Sammy."

Dean laughed "Okay, whatever you say big guy."

Sam left with what looked like an exasperated but loving expression on his face.

Dean looked at the door for awhile after it had closed again before pulling on a pair of jeans, his Zeppelin shirt and leather jacket. He went into the bathroom, giving his hair and quick comb through. His green eyes mocked him from the mirror and he had to force himself to look away.

Rushing down the stairs he sat at the table where the rest of his family was already eating.

Sammy was wearing his red plaid shirt and jeans, no jacket even though it was the middle of November and starting to get cold. Lawrence, Kansas wasn't exactly known for its hot winters.

His dad was dressed and ready for work and the mechanic shop he owned down on 8th street and his mom was dressed for her lawyers firm in a gray suit. Her blonde hair was tied up in a tight bun on top of her head.

"Morning Dean." She said placing a couple of pancakes on his plate, "Did you sleep well?"

Dean nodded "Well enough."

"Well obviously not good enough, since you couldn't get moving earlier." His dad muttered taking a sip of his coffee.

He ducked his head in shame and silently ate his breakfast.

Sammy, as usual, tried to lighten the conversation with talk about his achievements or what he was doing that day.

"My science class is going to the aquarium today Dad. We're going to get to help out and train the some of the sea creatures." He said with an enthusiastic smile.

Dad looked over at his son and a bright smile lit up his face "That's great Sam. Be sure to take lots of pictures so you can show us all when you get home."

The little boy nodded eagerly "Can I take the camera that Grandma got me for Christmas?"

"Of course. Just be careful with it." Dad replied and soon Sam was scampering from the table and back up to his room. A room, Dean might add, that was probably spotless with military corners on his perfectly made bed. Not at all like the mess that would greet any unfortunate soul that entered his room.

"So, Dean what can you expect from your classes today?" His dad asked him.

Now John Winchester was the type of guy who you wouldn't want to mess around with. He was an ex-marine and treated his house like the military at times as well. He was a tall man with a gruff dark beard and nicely groomed hair. He had kind brown eyes but Dean never saw that side of them. They were always tough and serious whenever directed at him. Sure he saw the nice side whenever he was looking at his wife Mary or Sammy, but that was it.

Dean shrugged "I don't know, work?"

"Are you actually going to do the work though?" John asked leaning forward.

"I always do it." Dean replied, "I really do Dad."

Mary came over and placed a hand on her husband's shoulder "We just worry about you Dean. I know high school can be hard and you don't have the most normal of lives but… Maybe you should find someone to spend your time with? I don't know like a girlfriend maybe?"

"I have tons of friends Mom. I don't need a girlfriend." Dean said standing up and walking toward the front door. He grabbed his bag off the rack in the front entrance hall and left the house.

That was how most morning went in their house. They would try and force Dean to be normal, whatever the fuck that was! Sure he and his family hunted monsters for a living but that was something his parents did together, not what he and Sammy did. They hadn't been trained for it yet.

He walked over to his car, his pride and joy. It was the one thing John had gotten him that Dean actually loved, the only show of true love that his father had ever shown him. His 1967 black Chevrolet Impala.

Unlocking it he climbed into the front seat and waited for Sammy.

He and his brother were in the same school now and so he drove him to school every day.

Dean plugged in one of his cassette tapes and Metallica blasted from the speakers. He lay back in his seat and drummed with his fingers while he waited for his brother to finish up inside and get out of the house.

Sammy came rushing out a few minutes later with an almost scared expression on his face. He climbed into the passenger's side and sat there breathing hard.

Dean turned down the music and looked over at his little brother, "What's wrong? You look like you just a damn ghost."

His brother turned and looked at him, softly he said "Just drive Dean, just fucking drive."

Dean blinked as his brother swore and stepped on the gas pulling away from their house and down the street.

When they were a good ten kilometers away he looked at his brother and said "So, are you going to tell me what the hell just happened?"

Sam shook his head "I am not even sure what just happened. I mean one minute I am coming down the stairs with my camera, the next I am on my back and there is salt flying around the kitchen. I saw Dad swinging one of the fire pokers around and telling me to go. That you would protect me and he'd call when the coast was clear…."

Dean stared at his brother, pulled off to the side of the road and slammed on the brakes.

Sammy was shaking now, he had small silent tears streaking his face. Dean reached over and pulled Sam closer to him.

"It'll be okay Sammy, it'll be okay." Of course Dean had absolutely no idea what was going to happen. For all they knew right now, both their parents could be dead. The chances that they were alive were great, especially with the skills and training that they had. Still though, if what Sam said was true then that meant it had been a huge attack.

"What do we do Dean?"

Dean shrugged and let his brother go, "I guess all we can do is go to school. Do as Dad said, wait for his call."

Sammy nodded and sat back in his seat, he still looked a little shaken up but at least his was sitting still now and the tears had stopped.

"And Dad was right about one thing you know." Dean said, turning the car back on and pulling out onto the road.

His brother looked over at him and asked "What might that be?"

"I will take care of you Sammy, no matter what." Dean replied.