This is my fan fic! Hope you all like. I would love the reviews, and hopefully they will be kind enough to keep me writing! For all you Dean fans out there, YES he is in the story. In fact, he's a very big part of the story!

Sam listened as the teacher droned on and on about the intricacies of pollination in a voice that made it seem anything but dull at best.

He'd been here for over just over a week, in this crap town somewhere just south of nowhere, to the east of shit hole, and if you turned left you could find the gateway to hell. It wasn't the hell that John Winchester fought on a daily basis, but something far worse. No, this hell involved Sam being once again known as New Kid.

It wasn't so bad his freshman year. Dean had been a senior and had pretty much made Sam cool just by association. Not that Dean didn't pick on his geek boy brother, he did, but it was with the understanding that only Dean was allowed that luxury, anyone else had to walk through Dean Winchester first, and frankly, not many had been willing to take that risk, and thus, despite his New Kid status, Sam had fallen into the rank above most freshman.

Now he was a sophomore and not quite old enough to drive, since it was the spring before his sixteenth birthday. He was well below the level of ruling the school, and barely above the newbie level of freshmen since he was known, unceremoniously, as New Kid.

Sam thought about having it tattooed on his arm.

Wouldn't his dad be pissed then! Not because he got a tattoo, but because he'd dared to do so without his permission, without an order! Oh, if John told Sam to tattoo a target on his ass, he was certain that the only answer his father would want was a 'Yes Sir' from his youngest son. But for Sam to actually do some sort of self-thinking without John first instructing him to, well, Sam was certain that John would blow a gasket.

So caught up in his own musings, Sam nearly missed the bell signaling lunch. Normally that would have been a good thing, but since he wasn't in school long enough to fit in with any close-knit, and already formed group, it left Sam usually sitting by himself, in some corner that no one else wanted to sit at … reading. Sighing, Sam gathered his books and rose, ignoring the few blatant stares from some of the jocks of the school, who already made it quite clear that Sam's hand-me-down look offended their upscale tastes.

Born with that Winchester pride that would lead to trouble one day, Sam raised his chin, stared Robert Barnes in the eyes challengingly, and then walked out, refusing to be bullied by a kid that was awarded his status by his daddy's paycheck.

Robert Barnes all but snarled as that damn Winchester went by him with a look of defiance as if he had any right to snark at him. Glaring, he stared the kid in the back, but as of yet, said nothing. Something about Winchester scared him. Not in the "scream like a girl in a horror movie" scared, but still … there was something about Sam Winchester that made Robert step back and watch with a wary eye.

Making his way into the lunchroom flanked by Billy Daniels and Jacob McElroy, Robert stewed on his own juices, his thoughts on pounding Winchester into the concrete as he begged, in tears no less, for Robert to stop. His own near orgasmic thoughts were ripped from him suddenly at the back-handed slap that hit his chest. "Hey, isn't that Katie?" Robert paused in his death musings to glance across the lunchroom, spotting the girl he was trying desperately to sport as a trophy, standing at the edge of none other than Sam Winchester's table. Clenching his fists, he made his way across the expanse of tables and students, knocking a few unsuspecting people from his path, and definitely ignoring the "HEY!" and "Jerk!!" that followed in his wake.

John Winchester might have made Sam come to school in nothing but Dean's old clothes, but he never would he have allowed Sam to go hungry. It was true that most of Sam's clothing looked like they came from the Salvation Army (though that was due in part to the life expectancy of Winchester clothing, new or old), but the lunch tray before him was definitely full.

So, with one hand on a cheeseburger and one pointing the place to his spot in his current book, Sam didn't notice the young sophomore walk up to his table until she cleared her throat, then smiled at him as he glanced up, mouth full before he swallowed. "Hi."

Katie Thompson might have been brazen enough to approach the tall guy that a lot of her classmates were talking about, but that all ended right there when hazel eyes lifted from his book to meet with her brown ones. Blushing, she glanced down, then shyly back to his gaze with a barely there smile.

Sam was completely frozen for all of ten seconds when he was met with the shy grin of the girl that he'd seen, but never met before. Swallowing, his own grin started forming, complete with patented Sam Winchester dimples that made the girl's blush deepen. "Hi yourself." Then, remembering the manners that his dad seemed to expect when it came to him and him alone, he grinned nervously before offering his name. "I'm Sam, I …" "I know you're the new kid." His demeanor seemed to change in that one instant, a frown starting before Katie quickly added, "It seems Ohio didn't realize their loss."

Sam chuckled, his mouth opening for a retort that would have made Dean proud, when Robert stormed up to their table looking ready to take on Sam right then and there. But, instead of confronting him, he tugged Katie by the arm, spinning her to face him. "So, are we on for Friday night?"

Sam rose as Katie winced, the Winchester in him not allowing him to sit this one out. It didn't matter that Robert's two goons were there as back-up, in fact, nothing mattered at that moment except showing Robert Barnes just what it was that real men did.

Katie smiled apologetically at Robert, the deviousness in her gaze almost missed. In fact, most would have missed it, but for someone as perceptive as Sam, it was caught immediately. "Well Robert, Sam here has already asked me to the camp out, but I'm sure we'll see you there!" All this said with a cheery smile as she shifted to stand by Sam, her date since about two seconds ago.

Steam all but sizzled out of Robert's ears, his fists clenching and loosening so fast his knuckles began to whiten. What was the shocker was that he nodded (through gritted teeth!) and turned and stormed back the way he had come.

That Sam Winchester was going to get what was coming to him. Robert Barnes was going to make sure of it.