Advanced Chemistry: Fourth Edition was acting as substitute pillow throughout fourth period. Ryan didn't usually snore, but considering just how knocked out she was, it wouldn't been surprising for her to start.

Luckily, Advanced Chem had never been a particularly difficult subject for her, despite the fact that many of her classmates were failing and constantly complained about the rigorousness of the class. Science and math came naturally to her. So naturally, in fact, that she usually found herself bored in the classes. Hence, the nap.

Mr. Harris's voice was hazy and muffled as he shouted her name. She was far too deep in a dream about hunting a wendigo to even notice that he was trying to wake her up.

But the large teacher's edition of the textbook falling onto her desk sure did the job.

Ryan's head immediately shot up, and she could hear little snickers coming from around the room.

"Would you care to join us, Miss Singer? Or is naptime more important than electron shells?"

"Do you really want me to answer that?" she said in a sleepy voice.

The class laughed, and her impatient teacher shook his head and turned away from her. This wasn't the first time she'd hit the snooze button on his class. But the thing was, even when she slept, she got through the class without difficulty. When he assigned homework, she finished it and generally made low A's. When he had exams, even without studying, she made higher grades than the rest of the class. But that was probably what pissed him off the most. In a subject that he probably struggled to master, she was falling asleep daily and still understanding it better than he ever could.

"Tell us then, Ryan, what is another name for electron shells?"

It seemed that everyone turned around to look at her. They knew as well as he did that she would get the answer right. The class got a kick out of watching him get put in his place. But he did it to himself-he could try to call her out as many times as he wanted. She would always wiggle her way out of it.

After a pause, she stared straight at him with tight lips. "Principal Quantum Numbers, sir."

He stared right back at her, his eyebrow slowly raising. "Correct."

The class unanimously shook their heads, not surprised and thoroughly entertained once again.

When the fourth period bell finally rang, everyone shot out of their seats. It was the last bell of the day.

Ryan walked out of Chemistry with sleepy eyes, still reeling from her nap and the confrontation she'd had with her teacher. It was only her fourth week at Douglas MacArthur High School and she was already on a teacher's shit list. Not exactly the way she wanted to acclimate to a new school.

A weight seemed to lift off of her shoulders when she caught a glimpse of Sam walking towards her in the crowded hallway. He had a smirk on his face as he approached her, his advanced English book in hand.

"You fall asleep again?" She just nodded, inhaling deeply.

He laughed and shook his head, wrapping an arm around her neck. They walked together through the hallway toward the exit, attendees of the school, and yet complete outsiders.

Nobody knew their secret. Nobody knew why'd they'd mysteriously just shown up four weeks ago, or why they'd mysteriously disappear sometime within the next two weeks.

The parking lot was crowded. They were in the middle class part of Alamogordo, New Mexico, so there weren't exactly a plethora of BMW's or Mercedes', but one car in particular stood out from the rest. The shiny black classic drove up to the curb Sam and Ryan were standing on, its engine revving, mimicking the impatience of its driver. The passenger window rolled down slowly.

"Come on you two, recess is over!" Dean yelled from the driver's seat.

Sam and Ryan tried as hard as they could to remain inconspicuous and practically unnoticed at school, but the Impala didn't help that effort whatsoever.

People stared as they got into the car, Sam in the front and Ryan in the back. She chucked her backpack to the opposite side and used it as a pillow, sprawling out in the backseat. Dean turned back to look at her.

"Long day of crayons and mystery meat?" he taunted, a little too prideful of the fact that he was no longer in school.

"Shut up and drive, Dean."