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Chapter one
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Kyle ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
It had been a couple of weeks since the Winchesters moved into the bunker. Dean was sitting at the table, drinking a beer. Sam walks in with his laptop in one hand, a beer in another, and sits down across from his older brother.
"Dean, you do realize that you need to tell him that you enrolled your son into school, he starts tomorrow right?" said Sam, preparing to give Dean, yet another lecture about how to raise his son. Dean sighs, he knew his brother was right.
"I know, I don't want him to be stupid, well, at least any more than he already is." Dean admits.
"HEY! I HEARD THAT!" hollors a male teenager voice from the kitchen. Out walks a sixteen year old with brown hair, shorter on the sides, spiked kinda like his dad's, green eyes, jeans and a t-shirt. Similar to his dad, he was tall and muscular. The boy walks over to dean and tries to steal Dean's beer.
"Oh no you don't." says Dean as he yanks it back.
"Aww man, just one sip?" begs the boy. Dean gives the teen a stern glare.
"No. Sit down, we need to talk."
"Nope. We already had that talk, I'm outa here." The boy says before taking off.
"KYLE JOHN WINCHESTER, GET YOUR ASS BACK OVER HERE NOW!" yells the not so happy dean.
"Yes sir," says Kyle as he sheepishly comes back in and sits down. He did not like it when Dean yelled, it scared him.
"Good. Now that we have the bunker, and a good sturdy home, you are going to school." says Dean.
"What? Why can't I be home schooled, like I always had been?" Kyle questioned shocked and angry.
"Because, I said so, and you need to be around other kids, and get a girl." says Dean.
"I have had plenty of girls, and plus you are the last one that needs to be talking Mr. one nighters." says Kyle.
"Kyle, I was dating your mom. She was killed by the yellow eyed demon. We wanted to have a kid." Dean did not tell his son the whole truth, his mom had died to save Kyle when he was only eleven months and two weeks old, one week shy of his first birthday.
"You actually meant to have me. I am sorry I thought I was the result of a one night stand and then was ditched because she did not want me." Kyle says regretful.
"Yes, now let's get back on topic, you are going to school." says Dean, sternly. He was not fooling around, and Kyle had no choice.
"Fine, but I won't like it."He says while pouting.
"Good you start tomorrow, be up at six thirty."Dean says, he in fact had already enrolled his son at the local high school.
"Six thirty?! Why that early?" Kyles says.
"Because I said so. Now, make sure you have clean clothes, and in the bags by the door are the supplies you will need, along with a back pack.
BEEP, BEEP! Blares Kyle's alarm at six thirty in the morning. A hand shoots out the pile of blankets, and hits snooze as the attached teenager falls back asleep. Unfortunately for him, Dean walks in, and yanks off the blankets, exposing the boy who was in nothing but his boxers.
"Just ten more minutes, and I am freezing, give me the covers back maniac!" says Kyle sleepy.
"No, get up now. If you are cold, get dressed." dean then leaves the room with's Kyle's blankets, he pauses to turn on the ceiling fan, which is on full blast and the light. Kyle angrily gets up and starts to get dressed. He now officially hates Monday, and school.
Once Kyle was fully dressed, and ready, he and Dean were driving down the road to the school. Obviously, Dean was driving and had his music playing.
"Cheer up son, you may meet a hot girl." Dean says, trying to cheer up the teenage grump next to him. Kyle only glares at his dad, giving a look that could kill.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Amanda~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Amanda, a fifteen year old girl who has blonde hair, and blue eyes is wearing a pink blouse and jeans, and was talking to her best friend, Hannah. Her friend has short brown hair, and brown eyes. She is wearing jeans, a camo shirt and cowboy boots.
"Hey, did you hear about the new kid?" Amanda asks her friend.
"Yeah, heard he was home schooled." Hannah says.
"I hope he's hot." amanda giggles.
"You and your boys." Hannah sighs, shaking her head.
"What? I want a boyfriend." Amanda giggles.
"Is that him?" Hannah says pointing to a black 1967 chevy Impala, that is pulling up, and dropping off a grumpy teen.
"I think so, and dang he's hot. I'm going to go say hi." Amanda says ditching her friend for a boy. The blond girl walks over to the new kid, and smiles at him.
"Hi, I'm Amanda." she says. Kyle's mood instantly improves, and he smirks. Dang she's hot. He thinks.
"I'm Kyle, mind showing me around?" he says, mildly flirting.