Tracy sat in the back of her English classroom aimlessly chewing on her blue pen. The sounds of boring high school gossip surrounded her, threatening to make her throw up. Of all the high schools in Iowa she could possibly attend she was enrolled in the most stuck up one America had ever seen. Every guy in the school was either a frigid Abercrombie & Fitch wearing trust-fundee, or a cocky football player who was actually still a virgin. The girls were the exact specimens you see in the Mean girls movie. It was ridiculous, on the first day of school she was wearing her Pink Floyd converse, and one girl told her that the triangles on her shoes were cool. Tracy had thought she was joking and started to laugh. The girl had looked hurt and just walked off.

It was a testament of the love for her mother that she even showed up. Last year her father had passed away on a hunt, and after that her mom wanted nothing more than to put the supernatural behind them and move on. It was then that she had met Mike who was kind, and nice to Tracy, which was a plus. Mike was a sweet guy, and her mom had married him two months later. Tracy didn't begrudge her mother the little happiness she had found with this new man. She knew that her mother would always love her father Nick, but it was important for the both of them to move on. At least this is what she told her mother.

Tracy had never been allowed to hunt with her father, but she was taught the very basics, and knew self-defence. Tracy didn't adjust very well to having a proper home and a white picket fence lifestyle. For the past month she had snuck out every couple of nights and drove over to a bar a good twenty miles along the highway. She then would flash her fake ID and drink… and drink. Then get picked up by some guy, have a one-night stand then never see him again. She liked it that way. She liked how real the people there were. In school, and her town, everyone's life was so average and perfect. Stay at home mom a rich, kind father and a prius in the driveway. It was the way life just was her. Two years ago, for example, a girl's parents had divorced and it was the biggest talk of the town. She had missed a month of school, and when she did return, the teacher's had not assigned homework. Tracy was just glad the student body did not know about her father's passing, or it would be high school gossip for next year. Exactly what she needed – not.

Dean frowned as he pulled into the parking lot of his new high school. The lot was littered with new BMW's and Honda's. There was one decent car there, and by decent he meant awesome. It was a 1970 Buick GSX, a car that could actually be parked next to his baby and not be upstaged. He pulled into the empty space next to it and whistled softly.

" Sammy, it's love at first sight." Dean marvelled.

Sam snickered, " Should I give you two a minute?"

Dean smirked and ran a finger over the paintjob lovingly. The car was kept in great condition; he would have to meet the mystery owner of this fabulous machine. Sam cleared his throat impatiently behind him nodded towards the school.

" Dean, c'mon we're already late, can't you drool over the damn car later?" he said annoyed.

Dean glared at his younger brother " You never insult a car like her, take it back!"

Sam couldn't resist laughing at his brother's seriousness, and put his hands up in mock surrender.

" Ok, ok I'm sorry, now can we please go to class?" Sam pleaded.

Dean sighed and agreed. They headed of toward the main entrance, dean taking the time to glare at a shiny BMW parked near the impala. Once inside, Sam practically leaped off toward his grade 6 classroom, and Dean sauntered off miserably toward his grade 12 English class. Today was going to be fucking perfect, he thought miserably.

Tracy Thomson sat doodling with her previously chewed pen. Her teacher mentioned something about receiving a new student today. Because the day was already so fantastic they were going to get another whiny bitch kid to add to the mix. She couldn't wait, not.

Then the door opened and he walked in. He was roughly 6"1 and nothing like the other students. He wore jeans, black biker boots, an AC/DC t-shirt and a leather jacket. There was some kind of little amulet thingy that he wore around his neck. But that wasn't what drew her attention. He was lean but muscular, exactly the type she liked. He had a firm jaw line and a cocky smirk on his face. His eyes were an impossibly beautiful sea green colour. Those eyes, eyes of a man that had seen too much, and yet they took the whole world in and loved it all. His dark blond hair was ruffled like he had just woke up after a crazy night with some girl. He was stunning.

"Everybody, I'd like you to meet Dean Winchester" Came Miss River's voice startling Tracy from her reverie. " Is there anything you'd like to say Dean?" the teacher continued.

"Yeah what time do you get off sweetheart" he winked at the young teacher.

Tracy snickered, but most of the class seemed shocked. Nobody talked that way to a teacher. Miss Rivers looked flustered and asked him to take his seat at the back of the class. Dean Winchester walked over to his chair and sat down with a sigh. His eyes roamed the class aimlessly and were met by a pair of warm brown ones. He gave the girl a once over and raised an eyebrow.

"Pink Floyd?" he asked Tracy seemingly surprised.

"AC/DC?" Tracy quipped.

They both laughed softly and dean turned to face her more directly.

"Dean Winchester" he supplied.

" I know" Tracy smirked, cocking her head toward the teacher who had just made the introductions.

Dean laughed, " I wasn't sure whether or not you heard, you looked like you were just about falling asleep back here."

Tracy smiled easily " Well you make quite an entrance Winchester, It caught my attention."

Just as dean was about to make some cocky remark, Miss rivers raised her voice annoyed.

" Mr. Winchester, since you've decided to grace us with you're presence, why don't you stop trying to chat up miss Thomson, and pay attention." She accused.

Instead of blushing with embarrassment and apologizing like the teacher was used to Dean met her eyes head on.

"Sure thing, sweetheart, just trying to make friends" he nodded towards Tracy.

Miss Rivers didn't have an answer to his remark so she just glared and started off again with her lecture about protagonists and antagonists.

Sam entered his classroom somewhat nervously and his teacher smiled kindly at him. His name was Mr. Rustles and he seemed very welcoming.

" Ok class, this is our new student Sam Winchester" he smiled.

" Hi Sam" came the bored sounding voices of 20 preteens.

Sam walked between the desks towards his seat in the back row, and a mean looking kid stuck his foot out. Sam having all the training he did, barely gave it a second glance and stepped over it easily. The kid looked pissed off and glared at Sam as he walked by.

" Watch you're back Winchester" he growled.

" Bring it on" Sam chuckled, unafraid.

It was the end of the day and Dean was leaning against the impala waiting for Sammy to finish up talking to his teacher about extra credit, when Tracy came sauntering up to the Buick, a huge smile on her face.

" She's yours?" Dean asked impressed.

"Yeah I restored her myself..." Tracy grinned proudly but trailed off when she noticed the impala. " Holy shit is that a '67 Chevy impala? She's beautiful!" Tracy breathed.

Dean smiled proudly at his beloved car.

"Yeah, she's the love of my life" Dean said with nothing but adoration in his voice.

Dean and Tracy admired each other's cars, and started chatting. Tracy was sort of beautiful and Dean couldn't help but notice. There was something tough, yet fragile about her. Her dark curly hair framed her narrow face and her lips were red and pouty, and completely irresistible. She didn't wear too much black eyeliner like most girls, nor did she don the whole pink lip-gloss look. Her body was incredible, luscious curves in all the right places, he thought to himself. She was obviously just as bored out of her fucking mind in this school as he was. He had spent one day there and already he'd put it on the list of schools he would wish a psychotic ghost upon. But at least this girl Tracy was here. It could get interesting.

Sam walked lightly towards the impala. It was just like Dean to be chatting up some girl on the first day of school, Sam thought as he noticed Tracy leaning against the hood of the car dean had raved over earlier, laughing at something he had said. Sam rolled his eyes and chuckled quietly to himself. Just then he felt someone push him from behind and he toppled forward. Sam wasn't in dean's immediate line of sight so dean didn't see it happen. Sam was glad.

Sam got up quickly and spun to face his attacker, instinctively getting into a defensive stance. It was kid who had tried to trip him earlier, and he wasn't alone. Sam sized them up quickly. There were 6 of them. He knew that he'd have about a fifty-fifty chance of winning this fight. Most of the boys were bigger than him, but they didn't have the training that comes from growing up with a hunter as a father. Sam hoped it wouldn't come to a fight through, so he spoke politely to them.

" Do you want something?" Sam asked.

The boys snickered, and pounded fists with each other. The obvious leader of they're little group, who happened to be the kid from class earlier stepped forward and got right in his face.

" Yeah, I think we'd like to destroy you Winchester" the kid smirked.