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Hi again! This is my first multi-chapter fic so I hope you guys like it. Anyway, just wanna give you guys an advanced warning. My English is not that good and the only thing I know about American high schools is what I watch on TV. So I'm kinda improvising. Thanks for reading and reviews will be much appreciated.
Dawson High
Chapter 1
The 1967 Chevy Impala screeched to a stop. Inside, Dean was praising himself for his excellent driving skills. Sam, however, wasn't as impressed.
"Why can't you drive like a normal person for once?"
Dean looked at him confused. "There's nothing wrong with my driving. I was just testing the car."
Sam rolled his eyes "That's what you said last time, and the time before that and ten times before that."
Dean smirked "That's only because it true. Everybody knows that you're supposed to test a new car to make sure that it runs properly."
Sam was getting both their backpacks out of the car. He tossed Deans' to him.
"First of all, the car isn't new. It was dads' and you know that it's fine. Second, why is it that you never test the car in front of dad?"
" Yeah, but dad was driving then. It's different. I need to test it to see how comfortable I am with it. And I just don't wanna scare dad. Easy as that."
Sam walked pass him. "Yeah, right. C'mon, we're gonna be late for school."
This time around, they were attending Dawson High. Since his boys were going to attend the same school it made it easier for John. Dean and Sam could go and come back home with Deans' car. Home currently was a house they were renting. It's located a pretty secluded area, with not many neighbors. Easier for them to go hunting. No nosey neighbors to wonder where they were coming back from in the middle of the night or why is Sam alone at home during the weekend. It was the perfect house for the Winchesters.
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Usually, during the first week of a new school, the brothers would eat lunch together. This was just to make sure that they fit in the new environment. Well, that was their excuse. This actually started when Sam had just started kindergarten. Dean had insisted to check whether Sam was doing well by himself, even if it meant missing school for it. It continued when they were changing schools. After a couple of years it became a habit to them instead of a necessity for them. It was one of the things that never changed no matter where they are. Secretly, both of them liked it although they'll never admit it.
"So how was your day?" Sam asked sitting down after finding a table.
"Boring." Dean said while munching on his lunch. "I had history. Why do we have to learn history anyway?"
"You have to learn it because you kept putting it off until now." Sam replied smirking.
"Fine. But why do they let old dudes teach it?" Dean asked just to stop Sam from smirking.
"So who do you think should teach history?" Sam asked, already knowing the answer.
"A hot chick." Dean replied with a dreamy look on his face.
"Right," Sam rolled his eyes. "And this would help you in history how?"
"In so many ways, you couldn't imagine. Anyway, you liking school yet?"
"It's ok. But it doesn't really matter does it? We're gonna move sooner or later anyway."
Dean sighed. "Sam…"
"Look Dean, I get it, alright. I really do. What dad does, what we do, it's important. It saves lives. But sometimes I wish we could have lives, you know? Play soccer, make friends, and not move around every 6 months or a year if we're lucky. I mean I have a phonebook filled with numbers that I wish I could call. Even if it is just one. Is that too much to ask?"
Dean stared at his brother for a while. Then he looked away and continued eating. Truth was, there was a time when Dean wished he had a friend who would pick up the phone and call him, even if it was just to say 'Hey, how are you?' but he knew that it would be almost impossible. No one who's not a hunter would be crazy enough to try and keep up with them. So he gave up that wish a long time ago.
'Just wish Sam could understand that.'