Author's Note: We sadly do not own anything having to do with Supernatural only Lauren belongs to us.

Bullying. Anyone who has ever gone to school has heard the word whether you were the one being bullied or the person doing it. Last weekend my step-son showed us a video his third grade class made about bullying and even did their own music video of Taylor Swift's song 'Mean'. I have never been so proud but, as most things in life, it got me thinking. I know I've written one-shots before dealing with the subject but I wanted to really get into what a person feels going through it and how they come out on the other end.

SPNxBookworm and I started chatting about a month ago and there is no one else I would rather be writing this with. We come from very different backgrounds, live halfway around the world from each other and have an almost nine year age difference but I've never talked to someone with such similarities as myself. To make a long story short, she isn't just a truly genuine person but an amazing writer as well.

Just remember you are never alone, even if the person if on the other side of the globe.

A/N (SPNxBookworm): Thank you to Sweetkiwi604 for being such a sweetheart and asking me to co-write with her. She is the most amazing person I've had the fortune to meet on here and she is an equally extraordinary writer. I feel privileged to be co-writing with her. I'm sure this is going to be an amazing experience. I hope you all liked our efforts. We'd love some feedback on what you think about it! And to all those getting bullied out there, I've been bullied as a kid and so has Sweetkiwi604. As per my experience, I'd like to say that it DOES get better so just hang in there :) It may seem a real struggle at first. It's hard to cope and I know how the words and taunts sear at your confidence. It's really heart breaking. Thus, we decided to get together and put a light on the ever present issue at hand.

Please read and review we would love any feedback! :)

Chapter 1

I was listening to music as we pulled into Fairfax, Indiana our home for the next couple of weeks. Sam pulled off my headphones and I was about to yell when he motioned to my father who was waiting for a response.

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't hear you," I apologized putting my music away.

"Like I just told your brothers, this hunt shouldn't take long," he repeated as he pulled up in front of Truman High. Dean and Sam got out of the car and I was about to follow when my dad stopped me. "Lauren, please no more fights."

"Yes, sir," I replied automatically as I got out of the car and stood next to my brothers as we watched him drive away. What my father didn't understand was that I never started the fights I was just trying to stand up for myself but he was never around long enough for me to talk to him about it.

"You guys got your lunch? Books? Butterfly knife just in case?" Dean asked Sam and me as we stood on the sidewalk being the ever protective big brother.

"Yeah, Dean," Sam replied with a sigh as I nodded along with my twin.

"You ok?" Dean picked up on the apprehension in our brother's voice.

"Sure," Sam answered a little too quickly, an instant give away that everything was not alright.

"Sammy…" Dean pressed as I took in my surroundings.

The building looked ancient though pretty well kept up but it was the people on the inside that had me wanting to stay on the sidewalk.

"I mean, look, this is the third school we've been to this year, and it's only November. I'm just sick of always being the new kid," Sam finally answered.

"You'll be fine," Dean assured. "If anyone gives you any trouble, you let me know. Relax. Dad said this hunt will take him two weeks, tops. As soon as he gets back, we're out of here."

"To another school. Awesome," Sam smiled sarcastically and left Dean and I standing on the sidewalk as he went into the school.

"Want me to walk you to homeroom?" Dean offered with his head tilted towards the school.

"No, I'll find it," I said. I'd have the same homeroom as Sam anyway. I readjusted the strap of the messenger bag I was using to carry my books and looked at the school in front of me.

"It's just two weeks," Dean whispered in my ear before giving me a wink and strolling through the front doors, holding it open for a cheerleader that was walking out.

I found homeroom easy enough and saw Sam waiting by the door for me. After a quick introduction by the teacher stating that we were new students, I took a seat in the back of the class as Sam hurried to a seat a few seats ahead of me. I heard the clatter of something that I was pretty sure was his knife. I just hoped he hid it in time. As I sat down, I saw him already talking to a kid. Lucky. He's already made friends.

"Hey…hey new kid," the girl next to me whispered as the teacher was doing roll call. I looked in her direction without actually answering. "Where'd you get your bag?"

"My grandfather gave it to me," I easily lied feeling too embarrassed to tell her that we picked it up at a thrift shop a year ago.

"Lauren Winchester," the teacher called out glancing around the room to see who would answer.

"Here," I raised my hand a little annoyed and hurt that she had forgotten who I was already. She just introduced my twin and me to the class not even five minutes ago.

I hung my head and stared at the table, absently scratching at it while the teacher gave announcements and started walking among the tables handing out schedules for Sam and me.

"Psst. Hey." I heard a hiss from my side. I looked over to see a brown haired, blue eyed, bespectacled girl smiling a genuine smile at me.

"Hey," I muttered back giving a small smile in return.

"I'm Sarah."

I smiled. Maybe this couple of weeks wouldn't be so bad after all. "Lauren."

We had to stop our chat as our teacher walked up to us. I looked at my schedule as she handed me mine.

"Aww, shucks," Sarah seemed disappointed as she glanced at my schedule. "I don't even have lunch with you. Oh well, at least we'll meet in the homeroom." I smiled as I nodded. She was right I would at least get fifteen minutes everyday with someone who was friendly though if there were more girls like Sarah I might make some friends in my other classes as well.

"We'll walk to our classes together if you want," I suggested.

She eagerly nodded. The teacher dismissed the class and everyone slowly started filing out and heading towards their respective classes for the next period. I craned my head trying to spot Sam and huffed in annoyance when I couldn't spot him. I shuffled up to my locker, surprisingly; Sarah's locker was right next to mine. We beamed at each other at the coincidence and as she took books out of her locker for her next class I shoved my bag inside of mine not wanting to draw more attention to myself. I pulled out a notebook, pencil and stealthily slipped my butterfly knife into my jean's pocket.

"Well, I've got to go this way. See you after school!" Sarah told me as she hurried towards her class. I sighed as I started walking the opposite way looking for my Math honors class. All that kept going through my head was the fact that I wanted this year to be different than the others. I was always the freak in a new school and a constant target for bullies.

"Hey! Lauren!" I heard Sam's yell which jolted me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah?" I asked as I faced Sam. We both eagerly checked each other's schedules and I felt the small spark that had ignited, dissipate. We only had one class together. "Dang, we only have English together," I realized my voice faltering.

Sam smiled sadly. "Hey sis. It's okay. At least we have one class together, don't we?" I nodded. He was right. In most of our other schools, we were always separated from each other. I bid him goodbye as he walked to his locker, chatting with his new friend. The least he could have done was introduce me but I figured he was just excited to have someone who wasn't a Winchester to talk to.

I didn't pay attention to the people around me as I glanced around the rooms looking for Math. That's when I saw a girl ahead of me getting tripped by someone. She fell hard on the ground, her books flying in all directions. I ran up ahead to help her.

"Here," I said as I handed her the books. She mumbled a small 'thanks' as she stood up. "Wait," I stopped her as she turned to leave. I faced the bully and was shocked to see the same girl who had asked me about my bag in the homeroom. She smirked at me.

"Well look who it is. Winchester right?" she questioned, though it seemed more like taunting to me.

I'd done this too many times. Standing up to these jerks was like my daily routine. It didn't mean that it didn't hurt when they said crap about me. "Yeah. So? Look, just leave her alone okay. She didn't do anything to you."

She seemed surprised at my standing up to her. "What? Don't you tell me what to do, you shrimp. I…" she cut off as a teacher walked over to see what was happening. Apparently a large crowd had gathered.

"What's going on here?" the teacher asked.

"Nothing Mr. Burton," the bully replied with sickly sweet smile. Thankfully, everyone headed their own direction as the teacher stood his ground. I followed the girl who I'd helped.

"Hey wait up!" I called out. She was a brunette with dark brown eyes and a really innocent and shy look on her face. "I'm Lauren. What's your name?"

She smiled. "Hey. I'm Talia. Thanks for standing up for me there by the way. I hate that girl. Her name's Chrissy."

I waved my hand as if to say it was nothing. "No problem. I know how you feel. I'm always the freak at a new school."

She looked at me in surprise. "Oh. So you're the new kid?" I nodded.

Looking to change the subject I asked if what her class was and to my dismay it wasn't Math. But except for Math we had almost every other class together. She was supposed to leave for an hour owing to some medical problems by what she was telling me. That meant that I'd have to sit with Sam for lunch.

x-x-x

I silently shuffled to the cafeteria after stowing my books in my locker. This had been a long, hard day. I'd already become a target for bullies. I'd been humiliated in front of my English glass because of Chrissy tripping me up as I walked up to the blackboard to answer the question. Even worse, Chrissy was in every single one of my classes. I hate Winchester luck.

I silently took my tray of food and scanned the filling up cafeteria for Sam. I spotted his shaggy head and practically ran to his table needing the assurance that I wasn't completely alone, only to stop short as I saw his whole table filled with guys. He'd made a lot of friends. And there wasn't any room for me either. I sadly found a single table at the far end of the cafeteria and sat down. I'd lost my appetite as the thought of Sam forgetting me built up inside of me. I didn't feel like eating much. I played around with my food and dumped it into a trashcan as the bell rang to signal the end of lunch.

I had my head down looking over a map of the school that was laid out like a maze when I walked face first into a door that had been opened causing me to fall backwards. I closed my eyes trying to ignore the laughter as I swallowed my anger and brushed myself off.

"Laur?" I heard the all too familiar voice of my older brother and looked up to see him wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Great, we haven't even been here a full day and he was already in the janitor's closet with some girl. Why did both my brothers have an easier time making friends? "What are you doing down there?" he asked with his hand out to pull me to my feet.

"Got tired of standing," I replied sarcastically as I straightened out my map and finally figured out where I had to go for science.

"Come on, I'll walk you," Dean stated throwing an arm around my shoulders.

The offer was almost too good to refuse but I didn't want Chrissy to find something else to tease me about. "No, it's ok."

"Alright," he answered hesitantly and for a minute I thought he was going to press me about out it but thankfully he let it go. "Meet you on the sidewalk after school's over and we'll walk to the motel."

"Sure thing," I managed to smile and headed off to my next class so I wouldn't be late.

I walked into the classroom and knew I had the right one when I saw microscopes set up at every table. Just like every other teacher that day I was introduced to the class as Lauren Winchester, the new girl, and just like every other time Chrissy snickered.

It was the last class of the day and though I tried to pay attention it was a topic I had already learned in the last school I was in. I watched the second hand on the clock slowly tick and I swear it even went backwards once. Then it came the lovely sound of the bell letting us know school was over.

I almost ran outside and waved goodbye to Sarah and Talia as I walked up to my brothers.

"So, how was school?" Dean asked me as we walked towards the motel.

I shrugged along with Sam. I watched as Sam quickened his pace. I followed suit, vaguely thinking that I might not be the only one feeling a little left out here. I just hoped this wouldn't last long and dad would be back.

"Two weeks and we'll be on to the next town," Dean assured as he fell in step next to me.

Two weeks, I repeated in my head. Certainly, I could get through two weeks, right?