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High School

Dad dropped us off at the high school in Fairfax, Indiana. He was working a job a town over, so we got to stay behind to improve our education. Plus Dad didn't want to get into any trouble about us being truant from school, so the safest option was to enroll us in a school near to the hunt. That way none of us would be questioned, nor would we be split up should something happen.

Dean was wearing his usual t-shirt, brown leather jacket, blue jeans, and boots. He attempted to emulate Dad so much. Sam was wearing jeans, boots, t-shirt, flannel, and a light jacket over that. Then I was wearing skin tight jeans, heeled boots, black long-sleeved shirt and black leather boots. Our normal ensembles.

"Have a good day Sammy," I said. The poor kid looked scared to death. I felt for my younger brother. I really did. He just wanted to fit in every once in a while. This didn't normally happen as we moved too much to be able to not be seen as the freaks.

"Where are you going Ice?" He grabbed onto my jacket. I exchanged glances with Dean.

"Sam, you've got to go to Junior High. Dean and I are in high school. Just call us if you need us alright?" I soothed his somewhat wrecked nerves.

"Kiddo, its just another school," Dean smiled at his brother.

"Yeah, what the third school since this school started? Dean, it's November! I don't like being the new kid over and over again." He walked off, inside the building.

"Well that was interesting," I looked at Dean for his opinion. He just smirked and walked away, not listening to me. Looking up at the steps I noticed what had captured Dean's attention. A blond girl. With a lump in my throat, I walked into the school.

"Hey can you help me?" I asked a nerdy looking kid. When he saw me he began to shake.

"Y-y-y-yeah. O-o-o-f c-c-co-course," I smiled kindly and brightly at the poor soul.

"I just need to know how to get to the office," I replied, giving him my best bubbly smile and attitude.

"How about I help you find that?" I looked up to see a huge quarter back looking at me. He was the one who thought that people loved him just because he was the best. I hated him on sight. "Get lost, loser."

"Hey!" I grabbed the geeky kids arm to stop him from leaving me with this kid. "He was assisting me."

"You would rather him give you stuttering d-d-d-directions and not allow me to escort you to the office?" He looked incredulous. Probably no one had ever told him no before.

"Yeah I would." I sniffed dismissively at the hulk. "Show me to the office?" I turned my attention to the nerd and ignored the stupid jock. He kept his gaze onto the floor and took me to the office. "Thank you. By the way I don't know your name."

"It's C-c-c-chad."

"Well, thank you Chad. I'm Isis." I opened the door. "See you around!" I went to stand by the desk.

"Can I help you?" Oh, someone was soo pleasant this morning.

"Yeah, I'm Isis McKenzie-Winchester -"

"Oh yes. One of the new students." She cut me off during my sentence. I silently seethed as she turned away from me, shuffling through piles of papers.

"Nice school," I attempted to be nice to her. She just grunted. Boy, was she gonna be a joy to be around.

"Here's your schedule -" the door slammed. I turned to meet the green gaze of my sibling, Dean.

"Dean Winchester. I need my schedule," he walked up beside me, sliding a hand around my waist.

"Dean don't be such a jerk!" I scolded. "Thank you," I took my schedule from the secretary. She silently handed him his as well. The both of us walked out of the office and stopped outside the doors.

"English IV first," Dean grimaced as we began to compare our schedules.

"Gym," I said.

"History."

"Math."

"Math." Dean groaned.

"English II." My turn to be annoyed.

"Lunch."

"Lunch." We both grinned, excited we got one period together.

"Science."

"Science."

"Gym," Dean grinned. His favorite class.

"History," We both groaned. "I already hate this school." I rolled my eyes to emphasize my point.

"Me too," He was just angry he couldn't cheat off me.

"Well gotta go to gym," I grinned wickedly.

"Have fun! Don't kill anyone." Only a Winchester would be worried about that.

"Yeah, yeah." I was bored for most of my stay. I only had fun when I was with Dean. The kids didn't like me. They called me names, most of them derogatory.

"Freak!"

"Whore!" The insults followed me down the hall. If Dean heard this, he'd probably set a grenade in the cafeteria.

"She wants me to meet her parents! I don't do parents man." Dean was saying on the playground. It was the second day in this stupid dump. I smiled a little at his protestations.

"Your girl getting too serious too fast?" He grunted and turned to face me. Sammy became exposed; a nice red mark that would bruise was on his face.

"Sammy!" I cried out. "What happened?" I turned his face to look at it more closely.

"Some punk picked on him," Dean growled. He wasn't happy, not one bit. Neither was I, but I wasn't as reckless as Dean.

"And he's still breathing?" I joked. Dean's gaze just darkened.

"Trust me I will rip his lungs out!" Dean promised darkly. I knew from experience he would make good on his threat.

"Let's just go," Sammy begged us. I nodded, Dean seemed reluctant, but finally he followed us.