Still don't own Supernatural. Not suing would be appreciated. I have no money, I promise, so please just let me use the brilliant characters.

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Sam is15, and Dean is 19

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Sam hated starting a new school, he hated being the new kid. Most of all, he hated lunch on the first day, standing like an idiot looking for a table that he could join. Everyone seemed to fit, to know exactly where they belonged, whether that was good or bad. He longed to fit somewhere outside of his family and family friends.

He sighed and found a mostly empty table towards a back corner. He weaved past groups of friends in conversations that he'd never really be a part of, past couples, girls he'd never date, guys that he'd never be friends with or go to a party with. Dean never had this much trouble at school, he never worried where he'd belong; all the girls loved him and the guys knew better than to cross him. Sam, though, Sam was just a new face with a million secrets behind it, secrets that the general high school population could never know about.

He sat down and glanced at his classmates. Was it even worth learning their names? How long would he be there anyway, a week, two months, until the end of the year? He hated all of it, but it was a long buried and burned out hate, it wasn't even worth thinking about any more. He almost envied Dean, finally free of high school, though Sam was beginning to think that being his dad's new side-kick in the fight against evil wasn't the path he wanted to be on after graduation.

To Sam's surprise, a boy sat down across from him. "Is this seat taken?"

"No."

The boy was fifteen, like Sam. Lean and dark eyed and black haired. He wore jeans and a sweatshirt, like most of the boys.

He smiled. "I'm Matt."

"Sam." Maybe he didn't hate everything as much as he thought.

"First day, huh?" Matt took a bite of his hamburger. "I hate first days."

"Me too."

"I moved here a few months ago, I guess I haven't found a place to fit yet." He shrugged.

Sam paused and almost wondered if Matt could read his thoughts, even though it was impossible. He scooped up catsup with a few soggy fries and glanced around.

"Ignore most of them." Matt muttered. "No different from the brainless peons of every other high school." He looked up at Sam. "I bet people always want to call you Sammy."

Sam smiled, the first real smile in weeks. "Only my older brother, no matter how many death threats to get him to stop."

"My older sister calls me Matty, my mom too." He laughed slightly. "Don't think they'll ever stop."

"Probably not." Sam dropped the fries. "Why'd you move here?"

"Dad got a new job. You?"

Sam smiled. "Same thing. We move a lot."

"Us too." He glanced around. "We have fifteen minutes to the bell, we could leave them and go outside."

"Sure."

Sam and Matt stood and dumped their trays. They slipped out the front doors and sat on one of the picnic tables nearby. A few other students were out there during lunch, at tables or under trees. It was one of the last really nice days in the fall, before the weather turned cool and damp.

Matt pulled a comic book from his backpack, Sam instantly recognized Batman's logo on the dark clouds on the cover. "You read comic books?"

"Some, I don't really have any. They just take up space in boxes."

"It's the one thing I refuse to get left behind." Matt shrugged, he passed it to Sam. "Here."

"Thanks. I'll get it back to you tomorrow."

"Keep it. One new kid to another." He smiled.

"Thanks." Sam looked out over the cars and then down at the cover again.

"You want to come over after school? I mean, you're the first person I've actually talked to, voluntarily." He blushed slightly. "I don't see much point in being social when we'll probably move again."

Sam's smile faded. "I don't think I can, my dad's sort of…well he, we might be sort of busy."

Matt nodded.

"I'm not blowing you off." Sam countered. "It's just, he likes to know where I am, who I'm with."

"I get it, really." Matt looked over, his eyes clear with honesty. "Do you walk home?"

"Yeah." Sam tucked the comic book in his backpack.

"What way?"

"Down seventh."

Matt smiled again. "Me too."

Sam smiled as well. The bell rang and they returned inside with the other students.

The rest of the day passed quickly and Sam was waiting for Matt by the doors. Matt came out after nearly all the other students had left. His hair was messed up and his lip cut. He kept his head down as he walked over to Sam.

"What happened?"

Matt shrugged. "Nothing. Forget it."

"Matt."

He looked up, his eyes hard and angry. "Forget it, Sam. Don't worry, it won't happen again and I trust karma to even things out."

Matt's tone had changed from lunch. He was darker somehow, determined and sure. They walked silently down the sidewalk, and Matt changed back to who he was at lunch.

"Sorry." He looked over at Sam. "I was just mad."

"I've been messed with at school before." He paused. "My dad and brother taught me how to fight pretty well, and my brother's kinda protective of me."

"Maybe I should have you give me some pointers." He laughed a little.

The rest of the walk home was filled with conversations about past high school experiences, the best and the worst. Sam won the 'most schools' and Matt won 'strangest teacher' with his French teacher who had a Dutch accent and a fondness for fire.

It turned out that Matt's house was only a few blocks from Sam's. It was a quaint, blue, two-story house with a white front porch, the sort of place that Sam always wanted.

"Meet me at the corner in the morning?" Matt checked the mailbox by the street.

"See you then."

Matt waved as he walked up his front walk. A woman in jeans and a sweater waved at Sam from the door, for a moment he was jealous of Matt's life, the life that Sam had always wanted because he couldn't remember when he had that life.

Sam turned and continued towards the house that they currently rented. Painted white because it was easy, and converted into two apartments. Sam climbed the back stairs to the top apartment and unlocked the door.

A note sat waiting for him on the counter. 'Sam, pizza in the freezer, put it in at 6:45 for dinner. Me and dad should be home at seven, we're looking into what's been going on here. We'll call if we're late. –Dean'

Sam sat down on the worn couch and pulled on his homework, another thing he hated about first days, jumping in the middle of assignments and being expected to know exactly what was going on. Usually he was ahead and it never too much to get him caught up, but it was still another reminder that he was new. There was an English test on Jekyll and Hyde on Friday, and he was four chapters behind.

He leaned back and opened the book, at least he didn't mind homework. He smiled at the memories of how Dean would bitch about homework, how dad would always convince him to get a 'b' average and how Dean would try so hard to keep it a secret from everyone at school. He said that his reputation didn't include a 3.0.

At six forty-five he put the pizza in the oven. His homework was done and he had nothing but time. He pulled the comic book from his bag and began to read, for once he found himself looking forward to the second day at school.

Dean and John came home right on time, something that only happened when they were researching rather than hunting.

"How was school?" Dean flopped onto the couch next to Sam.

"Good."

"Where'd you get that?" He eyed the comic.

Dean's reputation didn't allow him to like comic books either, but it was something that he and Sam had spent hours reading and he knew them almost as well as Sam did.

"Matt." He carefully returned it to his bag. "Dad, Matt invited me over to his house some day after school. Do you think I could go?"

"Who's Matt?" John smiled a little at Sam finding a friend so quickly, the boy had been angry and withdrawn lately.

"From school, he's in my grade. He lives four block over."

"Just let me know when."

Sam nodded, he knew that really meant 'as long as it doesn't interfere with what we're really doing here, as long as it fits in my schedule and plan.' Sometimes Sam just wanted to run away, sometimes he realized that he hated his dad, but he never told Dean that and he never planned to.