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Sam drums his fingers on the backseat door of the impala as it pulls up to yet another new school. Sam shrugs on his backpack, barley glancing at his father.
"Hey." John calls as Sam goes to open the door. "Remember, if you have any trouble, call Dean. I'm dropping off the impala with him." Sam rolls his eyes. Call Dean. It's always Dean who has to look out for him. Even though Dean doesn't go to school anymore. Couldn't john be a decent father for once and be the one Sam has to call? Of course not. Sam steps out of the impala without a backwards glance. He hears the rumble of the impala as it starts up then fades into the distance. With a heavy sigh, he pushes open the doors, stepping into the hall. A few kids turn to look at the geeky new kid but most ignore him. Sam enters the office and walks to the front desk.
"Hi… My names Sam Winchester. I'm new." The secretary looks up at him and smiles at the teen who looks like he hasn't yet grown into his long limbs, standing in front of her twiddling his thumbs.
"Hi Sam, Mr. McNolan would like to see you before you go to your classes." She points him towards the principal's office and Sam hitches his bag higher on his bag and walks over, knocking on the door.
"Hello Sam, come on in." Sam follows the principal into his office and stands behind a chair sitting in front of the large wooden desk.
"Take a seat Sam." Sam nods politely and sits down. Mr. McNolan examines him from behind thin-rimmed glasses.
"Mr. Winchester, the school board and I are concerned at the lack of parental input at your previous schools. Would you care to explain?"
Sam nods and begins to speak. "My father isn't around much because of work. My mother died when I was young."
"Your guardian listed here… Dean? Your father I assume? It says here that he is a mechanic? What in this line of work would cause for you to need to move around so much?"
"Actually, Sir, Dean's my brother."
"And why is your brother listed as your guardian if you live with your father?"
"As I said before Sir, my father isn't around much."
"What exactly does your father do? It isn't listed here." The loud shrill of the bell pierces the air.
"He's a private consultant." Sam says. "I'm sorry Sir, but I'd really like to get to class…"
Mr. McNolan smiles. "I've never heard a student say that. You can go."
Sam opens the green metal door of his locker and opens his bag. He pulls out the gun that John forces him to take to school with him. Sam just wants to be normal. Taking a freaking gun to school isn't normal. Sam shakes his head and purses his lips, shoving the gun back into his bag. He slaps the door shut and walks to his first class. He enters the classroom and a few kids look at him. A couple of jocks sneer at him.
"Look at the new geek." Sam rolls his eyes and moves to the back of the room, slumping into a chair. He winces and moves uncomfortably when his sheath with a knife in it digs into his hip. Another stupid thing John makes him take to school. As if there would be anything supernatural at his high school. The history teacher walks in.
"Sit sit sit. We have a lot to cover today." Sam reaches into his bag and pulls out his books. Suddenly a scream pieces the air. Sam's head snaps around, his hand automatically going the knife at his hip. A bang rings out and the scream cuts off with a gurgle.
"Get down! Everyone, get under your desks!" The teacher yells. The door flies open and everyone ducks. One of the jocks lets out a small scream and some girls screech.
"Shut up! Shut UP." The man waves the gun at them. Sam crouches under his desk, knife in hand. The student under the desk next to Sam's eyes widen.
"Is that a knife?" The kid whispers.
"Shh. A machete actually." Sam hushes the kid. The gunman grabs the teacher's hair and presses the gun to his head.
"Nobody move." He commands and glares at the scared high-schoolers. Sam pushes the machete into its sheath the starts rummaging in his bag. A jock sneers at him, fear in his eyes.
"What are you going to do?" The jock says. "Throw mints at him?" Sam only spares him a wayward glance. He finally finds what he's looking for and pulls out his gun.
"Are you crazy? You're gonna get us killed." The Jock says. Sam holds a finger to his mouth and crawls down the aisle. Suddenly two more men come in, also with guns. Sam freezes. He's outnumbered by three men twice his size. The students around him look at him with fear. He puts the safety back on his gun and crawls back to his desk.