This is just a little something I felt like writing about Supernatural. It really doesn't follow the show much besides Sam is a Winchester and used to be a hunter. He gave that up, or so he thought, to become a college history professor. Dean will most likely come into the story at some point.
Chapter 1
It was the first day of freshman year of college for Bonnie Strumner. She was excited and nervous all at the same time. the summer before hadn't been that good for her. She lost a few few important people in her life, like her parents. Now she was living in a small town in rural Kansas with her sister, Irene. Bonnie and Irene looked identical. The only difference in the two of them is their hair. Bonnie got tired of her drab brown hair and dyed it bright Ariel red as a way to "let out some of her pain".
"Watch where you're goin'!" some boy yelled as Bonnie felt her shoulder collide with someone's arm. She looked up just in time to see an angry face glaring down at her. She sighed loudly, "This is not gonna be fun nor easy."
She dusted herself off, determined not to cry, not to even bat an eye, make new friends, change her name to Gemma, start all over and not remember a damn thing about her past.
"Good morning class," a rather tall, plump blonde English teacher said in Bonnie's first of four block classes.
Bonnie was sitting in the very front row, right next to the teacher's desk, which was the only available desk left when she walked into the room of prying eyes. she was trying her best to hide behind the few books she had, but the teacher spotted her pale face right off the bat.
"Well, I do believe we have a new face in town," the teacher said while standing right above her. Bonnie was too shy to look up, especially now that she was blushing. She always did hate the extra attention. "What's your name, hun?"
Bonnie looked just enough to see the teacher's chin and mumbled her name. The teacher then asked where she was from, "Archbald, Pennsylvania." And that was the end of the questioning from that teacher.
For the rest of the day, people picked and prodded at her. It was so, bad that she ended up sitting by herself at a lunch table, trying to to cry, but failing miserably. Why didn't people just leave her alone? Wasn't it hard enough with her having to start completely over with nothing at all but the clothes on her back? Wasn't it bad enough that monsters killed her parents and brother?
A thin hand, muscled hand reached under her chin, causing her to look straight up into some of the softest brown eyes she had ever seen. She let her gaze travel all over this man's face. The man had brown hair the color of chocolate that fell in short waves right to the color of his light blue striped shirt. His skin was a brozed color, as though he spent a lot of time outside. The rest of his face was perfect; as though sculputed by a god. He had a strong jaw line; his chin forming a dimple right in the center. His perfectly kissable-looking lips were a dark pink color and curved at the coners in a curious smile.
"What has got you so sad?"
Bonnie wiped her eyes on her shirtsleeve and sighed, "Everything."
The man sat down across from her and offered her a tissue. She accepted it, accidently brushing her fingers up against his. She left them there for a split second; just the right amount of time to feel a jolt. She pulled her hand back, staring at her fingers.
"Uh," the man said, clearing his throat. "I'm Mr. Winchester. I teach history."
Bonnie looked up at his face again, making eye contact. She knew he said something, but she was too distracted by his eyes. There was so much hurt and sadness in them, along with something else; something dark. She felt worried for the man, but she knew that was foolish.
Before she could say anything or pull her thoughts together, Irene plunked herself down with a loud sigh, "Boy, college ain't what I expected." She stopped talking long enough to look between her sister and the man. "Well, I see one of us has made a friend."
Uh," Mr. Winchester stuttered, uncomrtably, "I-she was upset." Bonnie flushed and bent her head down. "Look, I'll go." He stood up and turned to leave.
As he started to walk away, Bonnie suddenly remembered he didn't know her name. "Wait!" she exclaimed, stopping him in his tracks. He turned around with his eyebrows raised. "I'm Bonnie." He smiled and waved a quick goodbye. As he turned back around, she could've sown he saw him repeat her name with a smile on her face. Before she could react on that, there was an elbow shoving her in the side.
"Thanks for introducing me to," Irene said, half annoyed and half teasing.
Bonnie scoffed and fiddled with a loose string on her shirt. "I'm not enjoying today."
Irene put her hand on her sister's shoulder and squeezed it slightly, "I know. I can tell. It's almost over. I have two more classes and you have..?" She looked at her sister.
Bonnie looked up and put one finger up, "One. It's philosphy. I think I might like that class."
"Well, I have history and a gym class. You should take more than three classes. Take gym class with me," Irene said, whining at the end.
Bonnie just shrugged, not feeling much like doing jumping jacks or push ups any time soon. Then she remembered that Irene said she had history this semester and her heart skipped at beat. "Who's teaching history?"
"Uh, hold on a sec..."Irene said as she dug through her bag to find her schedule. Once she found it, she took a second to read it, "A Mr. Samuel Winchester. Why?" She looked up just in time to see a smile play across her sister's face.
"I think maybe I'll take history with you instead of gym," was all Bonnie said as she stood up.
"Where ya goin'?" Irene asked as Bonnie gathered her bag.
"To go add that class to my schedule," Bonnie said as she walked away, feeling oddly happy about this decision.
It's been a long time since she felt remotely happy about anything. There was just something about that man, that professor, that sat before her and spoke to her so easily. There was just something in those brown eyes that made her want to know him better than a professor. There was something in those eyes that made her think he had also lost someone very important to him.
