Sam and Dean walked down the corridor of yet another new school and little did Dean know it, but their feelings were mutual. Why am I here, why another school, can't face the kids staring, judging like they know us. Dean ruffled Sam's hair and gave him the usual dialogue knocking off the points in his head as he went. Dean's only job was to protect Sam, no matter what the cost.

"Got your butterfly knife?"

"Yes"

"Lunch?"

"yes"

"Remember Sammy, don't tell them anything, don't get close, and most importantly, be safe."

" Okay okay! Are we done now Dean! Seriously, I know all this stuff already I'm not three you know and don't call me Sammy."

" You were once, and I do it for my own benefit as well settle my nerves, I need to look out for you, Sammy" Dean grinned, every word of it was truth but Sam didn't need to know that Dean relied on him so, keeping the couldn't care less attitude made Sam think that was exactly what it was. And behind Dean's ever cheerful grin, was his greatest fear, the fear that one day, Sam. His little Sammy. Wouldn't be able to look back at him the same way, and smile, very much alive and well.

Sam sighed and rolled his eyes, grinning.

The two parted ways and Dean entered the class room.

Teacher POV:

The day was dull, I was blabbing on about how there was a new pupil and they were "To treat him nicely" yeah right, he would be lucky not to get the crap beaten out of him before lunch. Which I would do everything in my power to prevent. This school was rough. Not exactly up to standards, but it never asked questions. Just educated those who wanted, no fuss given.

The Door opened and I sat up, merely out of curiosity and my eyes widened when I saw the young man who walked in.

He was relatively handsome despite his height, his clothes seemed like they were the only ones he had, torn and worn, but clean none the less. But it was his eyes that caught my attention, they were deep green and captivated me completely and I knew he was the one everyone was talking about. The man that would change the world.

Unaware of my surroundings I stood up. This boy would become a legend saving the world and he didn't even know it yet. He looked around the class room, taking in the minor details, how pretty the girls were in the class, who the jocks were, where he would sit, who he would talk to, who he would give his cell number to. All these decisions seemed so important to him. But if only he knew the decisions he was to make were so much more.

I snapped out of it when he started shifting his weight awkwardly.

I stammered trying to relive Dean Winchester of this awkward situation.

" err, everyone, this is Dean W -" Correcting myself quickly and hoping nobody would notice that I hadn't looked at the register before saying his first name. " – Johnson."

The pupils were half asleep anyway they didn't notice, but he did. He glared right at me his eyes questioning and again I found myself staring in fascination and pity, on what this boy's future would become. And he looked straight through me.