So this is my 2nd story thingy, I think this one might be even shorter than the last one, it might take me longer to upbate, normally I update on weekends.

Anywho, I totally do not any of the characters from Supernatural, But I think I can say with some accuracy that we all wish we did, Am I right?

I also do not own any rights to the title of this it is the title of a song by Muse, my favorite band.

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Chapter 1: The Joy of Sixth Grade Science

3:12

Sam looked at the clock one last time, Shit , it was already 3:15, Jon expected him back at the crappy motel by 3:30. They had to go on some stupid Salt and Burn, one Sam really didn't care that much about, I mean yeah it was his job, but it wasn't his life, it wasn't all that mattered to him, like Dean, actually scratch that, Dean and Jon cared about Booz, women and hunting. Sam had interests in school and education. Sam scoffed to himself as he thought of how some Parents would be ecstatic if there kid was interested in school but disappointed if they were just into guns, booz, and chicks, where his family was the opposite, Dad loved the fact Dean didn't give a crap about school, but he hated the fact his son would dare be a strait A student.

"Something I said, Mr. Winchester?"

"Huh, oh nothing- I was just, uhh." Sam stammered, the whole class erupted in laughter, Sam's face turned blood red.

"Then could you tell us, Mr. Winchester, how oxygen is carried though out the body?"

Sam sighed and started his explanation, "Well, the diaphragm contracts and the lungs fill with oxygen because the air pressure out side the body is higher than the air pressure in the lungs and body. Then the oxygen is stored in air sacs, then they go into the alveoli. There are these things called Capillaries; those are where the veins and arteries meet, well the veins carry the CO2 from the cells in the body. The capillaries are 1 cell thick and so are the alveoli, so the oxygen diffuses into the capillaries and carried though the body by the arteries, and the CO2 goes into the alveoli and then is exhaled when your diaphragm relaxes and pushed the air in your lung out. Umm, or you know, something like that." The class was silent until some guy in the back laughed.

3:15

The bell rang, Sam had never seen so many people so eager to get out of a class before, people nearly ran over each other trying to get out of the class. Sam was already dreading going on the stupid salt and burn, he had to study for the 6th grade English final. He knew he wouldn't have any time to study tonight, he probably wouldn't be back until 10 or so. Sam slowly raised from his seat, he picked up his backpack and slung it over one shoulder, he walked out the door, but not before checking the clock one more time.

3:16

Sam pushed his way through the hallways, kids could be such pigs. When he finally got to the door at the end of the hall he rejoiced inside, he stepped out the door, it was raining, great. Sam walked quickly, not wanting to get into trouble for being late again, he remembered last time, he hadn't sat for days. Sam had been kind of exited when he and Dean started going to different schools, Sam to middle and Dean to High school, but now whenever he walked home he felt lonely and vulnerable. He heard someone walking behind him, he really didn't want to talk to someone right now.

"Hey look it's the smart guy. Where you going, smart guy? Got some World of War Craft to play? Huh?"

Sam kept walking, but two other guy appeared out of nowhere.

"Aw, nick, you've gone and upset him. Did we upset the little nerd?" The middle age one teased as he put a hand on Sam's arm. Sam shrugged the guy off, he really did not have time for this. Two guys went behind him and one went in front of his face, about 4 centimeters away from his face, the rain was now dripping off the boys face. Sam was sure these guys were the 8th graders, he had seen them in the hall yesterday, harassing some poor 6th grader by rubbing up against her and saying nasty things, he was going to help her out but a teacher walked up, his science teacher telling the boys to piss off.

Then the two boys behind him grabbed his arms and tried to make it easy for the guy in front, Nick, to punch him and stuff. Sam squirmed and tried to get away, knowing he might have a fighting chance if his arms were not being constrained. Then Nick, seemingly pissed that Sam was fighting him and his friends, grabbed Sam by his face and, spitting in his face as he talked, "Listen you little shit, I don't know why you are here you little freak but you need to go back to whatever town you came from. You hear me?"

Sam really didn't want to piss these guys off any more than he already did, but he really wasn't sure what he did in the first place to piss of these dude, anyway, he said, "Yeah."

"oh, so now your not just smart, you're a smart ass too." This guy was really beginning to annoy him. The first punch was right under to his right eye, right on his Zygomatic bone, he heard it snap under Nick's fist. Then one of the kids moved around to the front, letting the other one hold Sam, then the punches came from everywhere, and when Sam finally fell to the ground the boy in the back that had been holding his arm only let go of one of his arms and wrenched the other one around as he fell. After he fell the boys started kicking his all in different places, he heard a few bones snap; he was sure a couple of them were ribs, maybe some of the snaps were coming from their shoes.

They were kicking for what seemed like forever, but Sam was pretty sure it was more like 15 minutes. The last thought he had before he passed out was; damn, he was going to be so late.

He woke up when he felt someone tapping his hand, which was now behind his back bent at a point in his arm where there was no natural joint. " hey, umm… oh, what was his name now, oh yeah! Sam, hey Sam wake up, please." Sam lifted his eyelids, trying at least fro a little dignity. "Oh, good you're awake! What happened to you? Are you okay?" The girl was really enthusiastic about the whole thing, that was annoying, but at least she had stopped to help.

She helped his sit up, he managed to get one eye open enough to see the girl, she was probably about 13 or so. She handed him her cell phone (one of those old kinds) and she asked him if he needed to call someone. He nodded and took the phone, or he tried to because he only had one working hand, "Here I'll dial it for you, or should I call an ambulance or something?"

Sam snickered, "Nah, I don't need an ambulance or nothing… just here is the number; 1-970-877-9362" She dialed the number, he waited for her to hand it to him, but she didn't, "Give me the phone."

"But your hand is hurt."

"Give me the phone, now." She handed him the phone and he gave her an apologetic look.

"Hello?"

"Dad?"

"Sam, where the hell have you been? I waited at the house until 4:00, what the hell took you so long, you're so selfish, putting off me and Dean just to do stupid school stuff!"

"What time is it now?"

"4:30, You have not answered the question yet young man!"

"Well, I kind of got jumped…"

"Wow, you are so pitiful! Now I am going to have to send Dean to come and get you." Jon switched off the phone and Dean got on it. "Hey bud, sounds like you got a little tied up on the way home, I'll be right there to pick you up alright?"

"Dean? I'm sorry."

"Don't worry, see you in a second."

Sam tried to stay sitting up, but that was virtually impossible considering. The girl stood up, looked at her watch and grabbed the phone, "I've got to go now, someone is coming to pick you up, right?" She asked, "yeah" he said.

Sam laid back down and waited for Dean to come back, he knew it would take at least a half hour, so why not catch a little sleep?