authors note:
so, this is my first fic ever, please be nice (but honest). i'm not a native so most of it is probably spelled like Yoda wrote it, and i can't vary my word choice that much. forgive me. and, as they say in the country i'm from; "heel veel plezier met lezen". that means something like; have fun reading this. and i hope you do.
SUPERNATURAL
Chapter one. Monday.
'Wake up, sunshine!'
I grinned,
'It's the first day of schoo-ool!'
Sam woke up and faked me a crooked smile. We both knew he wasn't really happy and my joke wasn't really funny, but hey, sometimes you just gotta make the best out of your situation. And that was exactly what Sam and I had been doing for the last couple of years. And what I was going to do for at least another year, and what Sam was going to do another four after that. Until the moment we would both be eighteen.
It was the third time this year I had told him it was our first day of school or something similar, and I had known it wasn't funny since the second time I did it, when I just got a vague smile in return. But I couldn't help it, it was just my way of staying sane in this weird world we called ours. In which schools were just a way to fill the boring time on a dull day. And had nothing to do with education or social happenings. We were both tired of changing school this much, but with our father out hunting most of the time, we just didn't really have another option. And that was fine, really, we had learned to live with it. We had both decided that if this was the way our life had to go, we could just as well try and make the best of it. To be honest, I couldn't really be bothered to feel sorry for ourselves anymore, and neither could Sam or my dad. Life was just the way it was, I guess.
I was still thinking about our little messed-up situation when Sam got up and made himself some breakfast. He almost never did that, but, I guess, since I didn't look like I was going to move within a few seconds, it was a pretty smart decision, otherwise he probably wouldn't have any at all. I had been working on the car all night and had eaten my breakfast about half an hour ago. Even thought my first intuition had been to wake Sam so he could eat with me, he did kinda have a rough day yesterday and I figured he deserved some sleep. So I let him, and ate on my own. I wasn't really tired or anything but still kind of envied him for the amount of sleep he had had last night. Which was way more than what I had gotten last week.
'So, where are we going today?'
He interrupted my train of thoughts and made me think about what was going to happen today. That was even more frustrating than thinking about our lives because I couldn't predict what was going to happen today, and I could predict what was going to happen in our lives. I stopped my thoughts to concentrate on Sam's question. He had asked the question as if we were used to going to a new place every twenty-four hours, which, of course, wasn't entirely unjustified.
'Hmm, I think YOU are supposed to go to Nevali Middle School, and I'M supposed to be going to Nevali High School.'
I pronounced the names of our school with as much disgust as I could get in my voice. "Nevali", the name alone was enough to make me hurl. I've heard some pretty stupid school names in my time but this one was by far the worst. But even worse than the name was the awful fact that the school was in a town in the middle of nowhere, and somehow I got the feeling that there were not going to be a lot of interesting boys or girls, and particularly the lack-of-interesting-girls part annoyed me, cause that had been the case in every school for most of the years I had been to whichever high school, and that was almost three years now.
Sam and I brushed our teeth and got ready to go to school. As usual I didn't take any books with me, partly because I thought of myself as a rebel and had decided a long time ago that I was "to cool for school", partly because we wouldn't need them today anyway, but mostly because we simply didn't have enough money to buy books for the both of us. And since Sam was the smarter one of us, I had agreed with the solution that Sam was the one who should be taught the "important school lessons", as my dad put it.
We stepped in the car, Sam on the passenger side, and I on the driver side. Ever since I turned sixteen about a year and a half ago I drove us to wherever we needed to be in the car my father had bought me. It was a beautiful Chevrolet impala, and I took care of it as if it was a newborn baby. Before that, either my dad or our uncle Bobby had driven us, also in this car. And that had made me love it this much. My father had always told us that the bus or train was way too dangerous, and that that was the reason we never traveled with the public transport, but I knew, even though he never said anything like it, that it was just too expensive. And I didn't mind, because that was the reason I had gotten this car.
After driving for thirteen minutes Sam asked me why I hadn't put any music on. Shit, I hadn't noticed it, this was nothing like me. I flinched and roughly and with way to little respect to be unsuspicious pushed a tape of ACDC in the recorder. As the first few notes echoed through the car I decided that it wasn't their best song, but then again, I wasn't in the mood for good music. And I let it be. Sam wouldn't notice the difference between their good and bad music anyway, and it was mostly for him that I put it on. I didn't listen and didn't really care either.
We drove on for a few seconds and I calmed down a bit. I was probably just overreacting. This day hadn't taken any weird turns yet and it didn't look like it was going to take one soon. After all, all we had to do today was listen to someone talk and get our timetable for the upcoming fifteen weeks. So I quickly settled back down in my normal ways, but Sam just stared at me. Oh god, I knew that glare; he was trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with me.
In every other situation I would have pulled over to make him stop, which always worked because he was way too scared that we would be late for school. But I wasn't going to do that now. I told myself it was because I didn't want to be late for our first day of school, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that it was because I was scared of admitting what WAS wrong with me. Although, there wasn't really anything wrong with ME, there was something wrong with the way everyone behaved around here; there was just a wrong feel in the air. Still I was scared of that- how shall we call it? Feeling? It scared the shit out of me, almost literally.
Actually I never had been so scared of any feeling in my life, accept when- no, don't think about it. If the feeling itself could frighten me like that, let alone admitting the feeling existed. I thought about that conclusion for a while, and eventually decided that it wasn't the right moment to think about it. I tried to let it rest but the thought and feeling stuck.
Another eight minutes later we arrived on the parking lot of Nevali. Even though I had figured this town would be kinda boring, I never suspected this. It was pretty busy around the school which eased my fears of having to go to school in a ghost-town/lost-island sort of place. It was just, well, the fact that astonished me was the fact that there was NOT A SINGLE CAR to be found. Like, literally, the only car around the whole school was mine. I closed my mouth, what the hell, why wouldn't you want to have a car? What was wrong with this place? I sighed from pure hopelessness, and slowly drove to a parking spot close to the entrance. These were going to be a looong fifteen weeks.
Because my baby was the only vehicle on four wheels in the surrounding twelve miles, as far as I could see, she got quite a lot of attention. This was, in one way, good, because she needed a lot of attention. But on the other hand, it made sure that my brother and I would arrive late at our meeting with the principal. And the schools where that had happened hadn't been the ones of my most pleasant memories. So that worried me a little. And it worried Sam even more.
Even though we where almost five minutes late at her office, the principle, who told us in a weird and way too exotic accent her name was Mrs. Brown, wasn't mad at us. She did tell us to depart a little earlier the next morning, though. My brother and I both took that at heart. The speech she held to us in the upcoming five minutes was the usual you-are-welcome-to-this-school-and-here-are-the-rules-and-we-look-forward-to-seeing-you-in-class-speech we got every time we switched school. So halfway through, I decided that the little puppets of angels on her desk needed my attention more than she did. Even though I wasn't really paying attention, my brother was, 'cause he kicked me against my leg and made with a nod of his head clear that Mrs. What's-her-name had tried to ask me a question.
'Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't get that, could you repeat the question?'
I tried to sound like a nice and well raised school-boy, but I sort of failed at it.
'I asked if you ever participated in any school sport events before?'
'Ehm, yes ma'am, two schools ago I was pitcher in the baseball team and last school I did some volleyball.'
'I see,'
was her only reply. I gave her a moment to complete her sentence but she didn't, and I then deduced that I was supposed to be the next one talking. I tried to think of a polite way to suggest her to continue what she was saying, but soon gave up because my brain wasn't working properly.
'Ehm, I'm sorry ma'am but what exactly do you see?'
My brother sighted at my, in his opinion, stupid question, but I decided not to react to him; instead I waited for the answer of Mrs. What-was-her-name-again. She answered slowly, as if she was trying to convince me of something, which was probably true;
'I do not suppose you are any good at swimming, are you?'
Well, ok, that was a surprise. Swimming? I mean, I get that it's supposed to be a sport or something, but was she really asking me to join the swim team? Again I tried to think of or at least stammer a reply that wouldn't hurt her feelings to much but would still tell her that swimming is pretty gay, and probably nothing for me, but before I could think of something she continued;
'You see, we are a little bit short on male swimmers, so I thought, maybe, you would like to join?'
I then began to see an opportunity in this swim thing and asked a question to figure out if it could work,
'How many male and how many female swimmers are there exactly?'
A smile sneaked on my face as a plan started to form in my head.
'Well, let's see, we've got Bethany, Eleanor, Chloe...'
she went on like that for a moment and then concluded
'as far as I know, we've got twelve girls and , ehm, two guys.'
I grinned; this was looking good for my plan.
'Yeah, sure,'
Sam looked at me like I was a dangerous criminal who had just escaped from a mental hospital. I grinned at him, he just shrugged, and I continued;
'why not? I'll join the team.'
Some swim formality's and some typical Sam-questions later, I was not only a lot wiser about the schools mathematic and junior law program, but also officially the newest member of the Heliopolis swim team. I laughed to myself, this was going to be my chance to meet some girls without really trying and I had always had some weird kind of arm-muscle-kink. Maybe this school wasn't so bad after all, maybe even Sam and I would find a place in this school. I was optimistic, but then again, I was almost always optimistic at the beginning of a period of school.
Since we where new and all, we got the first day of, which was pretty relaxed. Sam wanted to study some, and I translate his geek talk here for you, super awesome and interesting chess technique for the chess club he had joined this afternoon. because he had a meeting tomorrow and he wanted to be prepared. While I got to spend the rest of my day working on the car, which wasn't necessary but very relaxing and, and that was something that I really needed today, it took my mind of the aggressive feelings I had had earlier this day, which were still moving around restlessly in my stomach.
Coincidentally the training of the swim club and the chess club would be at the same time. We were told that this wasn't normally so, but because the school games were coming up, the swim club had decided to train more frequently. This was actually a good thing cause this meant that I didn't have to wait for Sam to get out of chess club before I could drive home. And since this was going to be our first day, Sam couldn't have made any friends with cars or other ways to get around town yet. So I really should have to wait for him. And, thinking about it, the chances that he would ever make any friend like that were slim, since nobody seemed to have a car here. Oh well, we'll think of something.
Thankfully the thinking about this other stuff made my mind wander off to the events of the last few hours and my expectations of tomorrow.
Soon I came to the conclusion that I just had to sit the upcoming fifteen weeks out patiently and that this school could have been worse. At least it wasn't as bad as the one we went to when I was fourteen. That had just plain and simple been awful. And chances were that it would turn out to be quite nice. So I didn't bother thinking about that anymore. To torture my mind more with thinking about every possible future was like diving straight in a lava pool in hell. Not all that pleasant.
Hell… hell… I shouldn't think about that word. It brought up bad memories of demons, ghosts and vampires. Even though I never fought against the really dangerous ones, I knew what they were like from the stories of my dad. God, was I glad that I never really had to go on a mission with my dad, and that I could just go to school. Just lead the most boring life I could.
The combination of thinking of school and hell made my stomach turn, which, in its turn, woke the feeling that had hidden there the last couple of minutes. And now it was awake and desperate for attention of a certain Dean Winchester. Nice, just what I needed.
The feeling bothered me. I didn't like it. I really didn't. Not particularly because it was a freaking annoying feeling, but mostly because the last time I remember having felt this had been a horrible day, the day my mother died. And I didn't really like to think about that day. Let alone that feeling.
It was, how should I put this, It was the feeling that something really strong and really evil was lurking in the dark.
And that was never a good sign. Especially not if you knew what my family knew.
Which was more than I'd sometimes wish.
SUPERNATURAL
authors note:
hope you liked it, hope you stick with me 'till the next chapter. please review if you feel like it. and the same goes for following. I'd make a joke here, but i'm nervous about what you think of my work, so i'm not going to do that.
