Chapter 1
Portland, Oregon - January 1998
Marching through the halls of the local high school, John Winchester was followed by his two sons as they made their way to the office to sign into their sixth high school this school year, first of the New Year. Coming upon the office, John made his way to the main desk as Dean swaggered his way to a chair before plopping himself in it while his little brother Sam looked around the room in defeat and interest. Dean noticed this, and motioned for Sam to come closer.
"Hey, everything's gonna be okay, alright?" He promised quietly, eyeing their dad to make sure their dad wasn't listening to them. Sam however sighed.
"Dad said this one will only take 3 weeks, Dean." Sam sighed. "Why can't we just finish the school year in one place?"
Dean's eyes narrowed slightly. "You know we can't do that, Dad has a job to do, and he always will." This made Sam sigh again as he threw himself into the chair beside his brother, earning a look from their father.
"Behave, Sam." He said warningly.
"Yes, sir." Sam ducked his head.
Watching his brother for a moment, Dean stayed silent for a moment before ruffling Sam's hair with a grin. "Everything will be fine." Sam looked up at Dean's words before smiling weakly at him.
They were silent for a while as John went through the paperwork to get the boys into the school before the door creaked open and someone walked in. Both Winchester boys swung their gaze to look up at who had entered the office, and what they saw almost made Dean's jaw drop in shock. The girl wasn't overly tall, but she looked to be Dean's age, and to Dean, just so... perfect. Almost too perfect. Her dark chestnut hair fell in waves to her waist where, despite it being early January, it brushed the place where her jean jacket ended and the skirt of her white dress began. He remained stunned as the girl looked around the office, her bright hazel eyes meeting his shocked green eyes. She offered him a brilliant smile and a nod to Sam before standing close to the desk, allowing John a respectable amount of space as she awaited her run with the secretary.
"Wow." Dean whispered, never taking his eyes off of her. The girl glanced at him, hearing his breathy statement, causing her cheeks to light up slightly in a blush. This made Dean smile wider.
"Alright, thank you." John shook hands with the secretary before turning to his sons with papers in his hands. "These are your schedules," he handed Sam and Dean their respective schedules. "And behave. You might be here for three weeks, but that doesn't mean you slack off." Both boys nodded. "In that case, I'm off. I'll see you soon." He promised, nodding to them before leaving the office.
Sam and Dean looked at each other, then, after peeking at their schedules, started to make their way out of the office. However, they were stopped by the voice of the secretary before they got too far. "Excuse me, Dean?" She called.
Dean stopped and looked at his brother before turning with a smirk on his face. "Yeah?"
"Claire has the same class as you; perhaps you two could walk together?" She suggested brightly, nodding to the perfect girl.
Dean looked at her, Claire, and felt his heart race slightly. "Uhh, sure." He stuttered, surprising Sam. He looked from his brother to the girl, before back to his brother. Oh yeah, Dean had it bad.
Claire beamed at the secretary before taking her own papers. "Thank you, miss." She said politely in an English accent.
"No problem, my dear." The secretary returned with a smile of her own. "Good luck with your classes, you three!" She bid them before returning to the work before her.
Walking towards the Winchesters as though she were floating, dancing, Claire smiled at the pair as she stopped beside them. "Shall we then?" She said before leaving the office, Dean hot on her heels. Sam smiled to himself then running after the pair, believing that the following three weeks would prove to be interesting.
