Title: Pretty Girl

Summary:

Oakly Barnes is a not so normal teenage girl with a not so normal hobby. She steals; a lot. Being a street kid with one too many habits can never turn out well. But then Oakly meets Sam Winchester, a sixteen year old boy with one too many secrets.

Can someone with too many habits

And someone with too many secrets

Work?

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL (SADLY)

A/N: OMFG NEW STORY. Just to explain something here, this story is VERY different from most fanfictions for Supernatural. It's like a flashback where Sam meets a girl when he's sixteen and all that stuffs. It's actually a really wierd idea and I don't know where I got the insepration for it but YEAH I LOVE THE IDEA! :)

The rich girls steal

The pretty girls lie

The smart girls play dumb

And the dumb girls spend the rest of their days

Trying to be all of the above

"It's a friggen bag of chips!" She spat angrily, tossing the bag of 99 cents salt and vinegar chips back at the store owner before turning to storm off. Before she could though the store owner grabbed her arm roughly and tugged her back; his disgusting breath fanning her face. She went to push away from him, but his grip on her arm only tightened making her wince in pain.

"You're going to the jail house doll. I've heard about your antics here and it's about time you get locked away!" He growled angrily, tugging her behind him. She began kicking and screaming but no one payed any attention to them. After all she was a thief in a small town full of christian maniacs.

"Let go of me you disgusting bloke!" She yelled angrily, the shorter layers of her curly auburn hair framing her face. Her heart was pounding rapidly as the adrenaline coursed through her veins. She couldn't get thrown away; her mother wasn't able to pay bail and no one else would; she had no friends with the money or the will too and her mom was.. well her mom.

"Not going to happen!" He yelled back, she looked around her frantically with wide green eyes before spotting a stand of shiny red apples by another large stand of oranges. they where being held up by rickety old wood posts; sometimes a girls got to do what a girls got to do. She tugged hard enough on the man so he had to move over to pull her along with him and with a lunge of her leg she kicked one of the posts down causing the whole crate to crash under the weight.

The store owner cried out in alarm as the apples tumbled down, causing the oranges stand to as well tumble and the ripe fruit fell to the floor in a heap. He loosened his grip momentarily and she took this as her chance; ripping her arm away from him with a painful tug she jumped over a pile of rolling apples and ran towards the entrance, ignoring the outraged screams of the store owner. She was for sure going to catch hell back at the theatre for this one, but what other option did she have?

The sky above was a dusty grey color, and the smell of rain was wafting around her as she flipped her hood up stuffing her freezing hands in her pockets. Her upper right arm was already beggening to bruise from the store owners grip and she winced everytime someone walking down the streets would bumb into her. She was heading back to the abandon theatre where her 'family' was. That's what they always told her to call them; but her real family was her mom. The only reason she ever joined the 'drama club' was to make sure her mother had enough food and enough money to keep going for a few more years.

Someday though, she knew her mom would loose all interest in life and just slip away. Then she would leave this hell hole and make her way in life. It wasn't like she was short of school; she might have dropped out in grade ten but she was an AP student and could easily go back and get a degree. The only thing holding her back was her responsibilities. Braison always told her that it wasn't her responsibility and she could do so much better with her life but she never really cared for Braison's advice anyway.

She sighed, knowing she'd have to bring something back to the Theatre other wise there'd be hell to pay. She looked around herself, feeling a raindrop on her cheek as she brushed it away. She noticed across the way was a variety store. Go in grab something run out; it's as easy as that. There where only a few rules she had to follow so they weren't able to track her.

1: Keep your hood up at all times, so the camera's can't catch your face.

2: Know your escape routes.

3: Make sure the cashier or store owner isn't looking.

She had to admit she wasn't at the top of her game today; she never really did get caught and today was a one in a million chance. She hadn't expected the store owner to walk by that specific aisle at that exact time and see her stealing the bag of chips; then reconizing who she was. Shaking her head slightly and pushing the troubling thoughts to the back of her mind she walked across the street looking for any quick alley way escapes. There was one, on the left side of the variety store. If someone took chase to her she'd have to jump a fence but that wasn't new to her either.

Walking into the store she almost jumped as the bell ontop of the door dinged. She scolded herself for acting so jumpy as she made her way to the very back of the store, being sure the cashier wasn't able to see her behind all the stands. She grabbed a bag of chips stuffing it in her bag slung across her chest and hanging by her thigh. She also added a bottle of pop and a couple of candy bars. With a deep breath she began walking towards the door, keeping her hood up and avoiding the gaze of the cashier.

With a burst of energy she ran through the doors, hearing the alarm blare and the yelling of the pakistanian cashier call behind her. He ran out the door, looking behind her she could see he was absolutely furious as he took chase. She felt anger boil in the pit of her stomach; why can't she just have a good day for once? She began running at full speed, it was difficult though because she was tired and loosing stamina. She hasn't eaten in a while because she's been having bad days like this. Being caught and shoved out of the stores, or having to escape in a crafty way. She was running out of escape routes.

She took a sharp turn into the alleyway, relishing in the fact the cashier was a little chubby and hadn't gained any speed, she'd make it this time. But when she looked back to see if he was rounding the corner yet she ran into something hard and strong; falling back roughly as she yelped out in pain and surprise. She looked up with frightened and slightly angry eyes at a boy who could be no older than her with shaggy brown hair and soft brown eyes. Beside him was a taller boy with short dark brown hair and darker brown eyes. Both looked surprised to see her, the one with dark brown hair narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

"Well... Sammy looks like you got girls throwing themselves at you now." He joked, laughing. She stood up abruptly as the voice of the cashier reached her ears, he had just rounded the corner huffing and puffing as he continued his chase. She bolted forward past the dark brown haired boy, but shaggy grabbed her arm lightly holding her back.

"Hey you! You need to pay for those!" The cashier called in his thick pakistanian accent. Shaggy looked at her with alarm, loosening his grip. She gave him a grateful look before jumping at the fence and grabbing onto it midway. She heaved herself over landing on the other side with ease as she looked back at the two boys; still looking at her as the cashier stopped near the fence, keeling over as he tried catching his breathe.

"we'll catch you one day you little thief!" The cashier angrily yelled, pointing a warning finger at her. She just smirked, scoffing lightly as she pulled down her hood and took out a chocolate bar, pulling the wrapper down and taking a mockingly large bite of it.

"Good luck with that." She laughed, as she turned around and began on her way towards the theatre.

This town was a small town, full of very relegious and prestigious people. Her mother was considered a shunned addict in the community and that's one reason why she was so bitter towards the residents of the town. But no matter the circumstances she knew everyone in this town because of how small it was. Those two boys... they didn't live here. This isn't a tourist town, so why where they here? In one of the 'drama club' allies?

1: First chapter, good bad? LET ME KNOW PLEASE :)

2: What do you think Sam would look like when he's sixteen guys? Supernatural flashbacks are him as a kid, so I have really no idea but I tried :)

3: The theatre? The 'drama club'? Any foreshadows on what these are?

4: What are Sammy and Dean doing in the small town of Kitscoty, Alberta? THAT'S RIGHT ITS BASED IN CANADA WHOOP :)

Thanks for reading, by the way :)