The Day The Music Died

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING. AT ALL. ALL RIGHTS GO TO CW SUPERNATURAL.

A/N: So this is my very first fanfiction ever, and I would really, really appriciate any help and reviews, just please try to be nice. Anyway, I decided that I wanted to make a DeanxOc high school story.

Chapter One

It was the first day of school- Dean And Sam had moved in with Bobby for the year while John hunted around. After a fight with Sam, it had been decided that the boys could stay in one place for one year, and since Dean had to finish high school, he would finish his last year here. Then, all hunting, for the rest of his life.

Dean, who would be turning eighteen in a few months was fine with looking after his baby (14 year old) brother for a few months. They wouldn't really be alone- Bobby was always close. Maybe… maybe this would be the year that Sam managed to make an actual friend. With their lifestyle, Dean knew, keeping in touch with someone else was near impossible- especially if one was avoiding leaving a paper trail behind, and even more so with somebody like John constantly on top of them. This just might be Sam's chance… or his. Dean was scared to hope. Whenever you let yourself hope, you were practically asking- no begging the universe to bitch-slap you across the face and kick you when you were down. Because that was always what happened. and it was never worth it. Ever.

-666-

"Hey, Sam. You excited for today? We're gonna spend a whole year here."

"Yeah, Dean. You might actually have to study. Imagine that." Sam grinned. He knew that his brother could easily get straight a's. Even if he didn't really apply himself. If only his brother even attended class. At least three times a week...

Dean rolled his eyes at his little brother, thinking the same thing. Maybe he would try this year, if just a little….

"C'mon, Dean. we gotta go now. You're drivin'."

Dean's grin exploded into a giddy smile- he'd get the Impala entirely to himself. For a whole year.

"Yeah. Okay." He smiled, his excitement growing quickly, "C'mon."

"I'll be right there. I'm just gonna grab my jacket."

"Sure." Dean reached for the security and comfort of his familiar leather jacket, trying to chase away the last lingering strands of doubt and anxiety in his gut. He'd better not fuck up- he'd be staying here for awhile and didn't want to make it worse than it would have to be. He sighed, shoving all the worry down where he couldn't see it. Down to where it felt like it had gone away.

-666-

Sam knew something was up. Dean, to his credit, was doing a decent job hiding it. He was blasting the radio and speeding at least twenty miles over the speed limit, same as usual. But he wasn't singing along or dancing in his seat, or even humming. Not even a little tapping on the steering wheel. Sam knew better than to ask about it- his brother liked to deal with his feelings the same way their dad did- shove everything down, bottle it up, until it exploded- an uncontrollable wall of fury and pain and horror. Dean was better at channeling his anger and fear into hunting. Their dad was another story. Dean tried not to let hunting trickle into their personal life- for Sam's sake- but it was hard, because these days, hunting was their life.

Sam had figured out long ago to be subtle about letting his brother know when he could tell something was up, but not tell him point-blank. He'd try to help Dean out in any way he could. Though it wasn't easy, he supported his older brother. Sam knew he irritated the hell out of John, but nothing he seemed to try did anything but make John angry or frustrated. Sam just never understood- he got all a's, was a good hunter (all things considered- he was fourteen ), and tried his best not to be insubordinate. It was hard, though, with John's constant disapproval. What was the point of being unhappy and getting in trouble when you could just be happy and yourself, and be just as well off?

"What's up?" Dean asked, moving his eyes from the road to meet Sam's, "You haven't said a word since we got on the road- you've just been sitting there, looking out the window, all lost in thought."

"Nothing, I'm just tired. A little nervous, I guess, but I always am on the first day."

"Yeah, I hear you. I just worry."

"I know you do, Dean, and I totally get it- you're my brother, and my dad, and my mom, because, let's face it, our real dad's pretty shitty at doing anything except throwing us and himself in the face of death."

"Yeah… But all those people we save, they get to live a life now because of us. It almost makes it worth it, doesn't it?" Dean said, with an expression that made it seem as if he were trying to convince himself more than anything.

"I guess…"

They lapsed into a comfortable silence, Dean thinking, and Sam trying not to think. Ten minutes later, Dean taped his brother on the shoulder, "We're here."

Sam took a deep breath and smiled, "See you at 4,"

"What? I thought classes ended at three."

"They do. I'm staying after in the library to study. You can hang out here or go home."

"I'll stay here."

"Really? That's awesome."

"Get to class," Dean said, shoving his brother.

"You too."

"Yeah, yeah. And Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Anybody gives you trouble, you kick their ass, or I'll have to do it for you."

"You know I will," said Sam, not really psyched to beat end even the meanest asshole up. His brother was the violence-prone one and would have no problem beating up a police officer with their own gun for Sam's sake. But Sam was a different story.

"See you."

"Yep."

And with that, both brothers left for their classes.

Tbc