So this is my first fanfic ever! Hope everyone enjoys it. Sorry if it sucks its my first so hopefully it will get better over time. :D

Chapter one

"We shouldn't be doing this Dean." Sam said for the thousandth time. "Yeah, I know Sammy. I get it." Dean didn't want Sam here in the first place and especially now that he keep bothering Dean about what they were doing. But Sam had begged over and over to come with Dean while he was getting ready and Dean had told him every time no that he need to do this alone, but then Sam had pulled the tattletale move and would go running to dad if he didn't take him with him. So now here they are breaking into Lawrence Kansas high school at midnight. Dean was picking the lock of the front entrance when Sam spoke up again.

"You still never even told me why we're doing this." Sam said folding his arms over his chest.

"We aren't doing anything. I'm going inside to take care of what I got'd do while you stay out here

and wait."

"What no I'm not." Sam said with what Dean liked to call his *bitch face*

"Yes you are. You may have been able to tag along with me little brother, but you're not going do my work with me" Dean snapped back.

"Yeah? What work is that?"

"None of your beeswax." And with that the lock clicked open. Dean flung the door open and shut it behind him. He heard the door lock click closed again and Sam started bagging on it. "Dean! Dean open the door."

"Told you Sammy you're not doing this with me. Just wait there until I come back." Dean started walking away from the door when Sam called out "And how long will that be?" while still trying to open the door. Dean didn't answer him but only keep walking down the dark highschool hallway.

It took nearly 10 minutes to find his first period in the pitch dark hallways. Dean picked the lock and went into the classroom. It was lighter in the class then it had been in the halls because the blinds were open letting in a little moonlight. When Dean's eyes adjusted to the new lighting he sighed and made his way to the teacher's desk. It wasn't like other teachers desks, all made from melt or steel, no this one was made completely out of wood and had to be at least 30 years old. He sat down at the desk like the so many other times he has. He opened the bottom drawer on the right and rustled through it. "Damit. Where'd you put it this time." Dean whispered to himself.

Dean looked through all the shelves and drawers but still couldn't find it. He had to be fast because Sam was still outside waiting. Dean had no idea where he could have put it though. He walked back over to the desk and looked inside the drawers again. He started with the top one on the left. There wasn't much in the drawer. A few folded papers, pencils, pens. As Dean was taking all the stuff out, a pen fell out of his hands and back into the drawer. When the pen fell though, the sound it made when it hit the wood didn't quite sound right. Eyes going wide with realization, Dean hurried and got the rest of the things out. Dean knocked down on the bottom the drawer to make sure he heard right.

Hollow. Dean scratched at the edges on the bottom of the drawer until it popped up to find a bottle of Jack Daniels below it.. Dean chuckled to himself and said "How would you live without me Bobby?" Dean quickly put the bottle in his jacket pocket and put the drawer back in order. Then headed back to the front of the school.

It didn't take Dean as long to get back to the front. Dean found Sam leaning against the wall right next to the door with a really annoyed face "Why won't you just tell me?" Sam snapped.

"Cause It's my business. Sorry I don't want you to know everything in my life." But that's how Sammy's always been, ever since they were little. He would want to know everything. If Dean was doing something Sam didn't know about, Sam was right there asking a million questions about it. Dean thought that's why he was so good at school. While Dean on the other hand, not so much. Sam was a freshman and already got accepted into 3 different colleges with a full scholarship. He has perfect grades and the guy didn't even try. Of course he was proud of him, but he would be lying to himself if he said he wasn't jealous. Dean was a junior and was passing an average grade level. But Dean really didn't care, he hated school. He thought it was a waste of time. They taught him stuff that he didn't need. Dean was praying that graduation would come soon.

"You were breaking to the school Dean! Why wouldn't I want to know what is going on in your life that would make you do that?" Sam shouted breaking Dean out of his thoughts.

"I didn't want you to even come! Cause I knew you would be up my ass about it!"

"Look Dean, I just want to know what's up. You're my brother and I'm worried that's all." Sam said lowering his voice and making his puppy dog eyes at him..

"Well don't be." Dean made his way to his baby, which was a black Impala 67 then. He didn't need to talk his feeling out to Sam. It's not like it'll change anything if he did. Dean got into the impala slamming the door and started the engine. Sam followed Dean into the car. Dean speed off not wanting to be at that hell hole that was called a school any longer.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Dean slammed his hand down on the alarm to make it shut up. He sat up lazily, wiping his groggy eyes. His stomach growled and reminded him he hadn't had dinner the night before, so he was practically starving. He forced himself out of bed and headed down stairs only wearing his boxer briefs. He made his way into the kitchen to find Sam hovering over a bowl of cereal.

"Oh come on dude." Sam said glaring right at Dean and having a major bitch face moment.

"What?" Dean opened the fridge and took a moment to look at its consent. Not liking any other thing in it, he decided to have cold apple pie for breakfast.

"You couldn't even get dressed before you came down here?" Sam said with his mouth full

"Hey, I need to feed the beast." He pointed to his stomach that was still grumbling. "You don't want him to go on a rampage and devour the house do you?" Sam rolled his eyes and focused back to eating his cereal. Dean shrugged and started eating as well.

15 minutes later Dean was dressed in jeans, a white t-shirt, his favorite leather jacket, and his brown boots, with his hair spiked in its normal way, in his baby heading to school with Sam in the passenger seat beside him. They were almost to school when Sam asked "Have you signed up for any collages yet?"

"No." was all Dean said staring at the road.

"Are you going to?"

Dean looked over at Sam then. Sam had his worry look written all over his face. "I don't know Sammy." And then focused back on the road. How could he tell Sam that he wasn't going to college? The kid looked up to Dean and he didn't want to disappoint him but he could barely manage high school. He couldn't even imagine the work for the classes and the bigger fact was how he would get the money. He had no scholarships lined his way and his family wasn't poor but they didn't have a lot of free money going around either. Things had gotten kinda tight since his mom died 5 years ago. She was the one bringing in most of the money. His dad did work but it only got the what they need. Not to mention that his dad became a drinker after she died, which only put even less money in their pocket.

Dean pulled out of his thoughts when he realized they were pulling into the school parking lot.

He looked over at Sam who was just staring out the window. He pulled into his normal spot, shut off the engine and got out. Sam followed closely behind him. They went into the hallway, where there was kids running after each other, laughing way too loud, and making out against the lockers."See ya' Sammy" Dean said as they separated to go to their lockers that were practically on the opposite sides of the school.

When Dean got to his locker there was this guy leaning against it. Dean had never seen him around here before. He was a lot shorter then Dean and had brown eyes and hair. He was sucking on a lollipop and was looking down the hall at someone, but Dean couldn't see who. "That's my locker." Dean stated, pointing to the top locker. The guy didn't say anything, only did a full body scan of him with his eye and moved off his locker and down the hall. "Ok, Weird." Dean muttered to himself. "What's weird?" Said a female voice from down the hall. He turned his head to find Charlie next to him.

Charlie was Dean's best friend in this place. She liked all the same things as him and seeing how she was gay, he even got to talk about girls with her. They met freshman year and hadn't got in a single argument since they met. She was like the little sister Dean never wanted.

She had her red hair pulled back in a high ponytail with her glasses on. She was wearing a t-shirt that said "Come at me bro" with skinny jeans and fury boots and her usual neon red backpack draped over her shoulder. "This guy that was leaning against my locker." Dean said as he shut his locker closed. "What'd he look like?" she asked as they started to go to first period.

"Why do you care?"

"I'm just curious."

Dean only rolled his eyes and said bye as he headed into his class. He saw his teacher " ", but Dean just called him by his first name Bobby, sitting at his desk. Bobby looked up at Dean as he entered the class. He had a stern look on his face and motioned Dean to come to his desk with his finger. "Ok idjit, What did you do with it?" Bobby said in a low whisper. "I have no idea what you're talking about." Dean snapped back.

"Yes you do, Now give it back!"

"I did you a favor Bobby! You know not to bring that shit here." Dean said in a low growl and walked to his seat. Dean heard Bobby mumble something but couldn't quite make it out. "Ok class turn your textbooks to page 467." Bobby said but was cut off by the intercom.

Mr. Singer?

"Yes." Bobby shouted

Can you send Dean Winchester to the office?

"On his Way."

Dean picked up his things and headed towards the door barely hearing Bobby start teaching.

Was this about last night? How could they have know? Sam didn't tell did he? No he wouldn't. Would he? He made it to the office and the secretary looked up at him and said "Mr. Ross wants to see you in his office." Dean thanked her and made his way into the principal's office.

Mr. Ross was typing on his laptop when Dean came and sat in one of the big red chairs that was in front of his desk. Mr. Ross looked to be in his late 30`s. He had the blackest hair Dean had ever seen, that was slicked back. He came in a suit everyday and was a pretty tall, thin man. He had hazel eyes that totally contrasted with his hair. "Do you know why you are here Dean?" He said still typing on his computer.

"No sir."

"Oh I think you do."

Mr. Ross then turned the laptop so Dean could see the screen. Dean saw himself picklocking the front of the school with Sam talking to him. Then he went into the school. Mr. Ross slammed the laptop closed. "Let's do this again Dean. Do you know why you are here."

Dean bubbled up with rage. "When did the school get cameras?" He snapped

"Doesn't matter Dean. You broke into the school. You're going to server detention for 3 week on Thursdays starting today." He got up from his desk and walked over to the window "I would give you more but seeing how you didn't break anything... I think 3 will do."

The more this guy talked the more angry Dean got. He clenched his fists at his sides so Mr. Ross couldn't see.

"And don't worry about Sam. He's not getting punished seeing how he didn't do anything. It was all you." Mr. Ross walked back to his desk and filled out a detention form for the next 3 Thursdays. He held it out and Dean snatched it from him and snapped "Can I go now?"

"Yes." And Mr. Ross went right back to typing on his computer. Dean pulled on his back pack and rushed from the room.

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