Hey! This is the first chapter in my multi chapter fanfic! I plan on updating weekly, but if I can I will update sooner! I've just written one other fanfic, so if you have any ideas on how I could improve my writing, I would gladly appreciate that. I don't own anything, sadly enough, but if I did, we wouldn't be on break right now. The first few chapters are mainly to help build the story setting, and once again if anyone has any ideas how I could improve the story, leave a review!
"Sammy!" Dean threw a pillow at the lump occupying the second motel bed.
Sam pulled the covers from over his head, which revealed a shaggy mess of brown hair. "Dean, what's going on?"
Dean looked up from tying his boots, which looked like they've been through too much to belong to a twenty year old. "You're going to be late Samantha, that's what. There isn't a bus that comes down by the motel, so I need to drive you."
Sam got out of the bed, and looked at Dean. Being too busy to notice Sam's glares at his back, Sam cleared his throat.
"What?" Dean turned around so he was straddling the motel chair, and rolled his eyes.
"You know that Dad could have brought us for the hunt." Sam gave his brother a full force bitch-face and crossed his arms.
"You're kidding, right? The last hunt resulted in you being thrown into a wall, and bruised your entire back. Yea, think again Sammy." Dean stared at Sam, and jerked his thumb at the bathroom.
"Get a shower Sam, I'll be back." Dean grabbed his keys to the impala as Sam moved toward the bathroom.
Sam locked the door and sighed. He slowly pulled off his night shirt, reveling a colorful array of bruises on his back. They still did hurt, but he was grateful he didn't break anything. That would have been a pain in the ass. The cold water poured over Sam as he got in the shower, but he was too used to it to complain. He heard Dean come back into the motel room, and turned off the water.
"I got breakfast Sammy." Dean shouted through the bathroom door, and sat back down at the table to eat.
Rolling his eyes, Sam exited the bathroom to get dressed. "Is everything set at the school, or am I sitting in the office again until they put me into classes, again?"
Dean reached over and pulled a paper from his duffle bag and put it on the table. "All set. Schedule is over here then."
Sam walked over to the table as he was pulling on his jacket.
"They didn't have Latin?" Sam looked at Dean expecting an error in his schedule.
"No, it's some small-town that I'm sure nearly everyone is related, so don't have too high hopes." Dean looked at Sam, but continued when Sam was giving him his puppy dog eyes. "We're going to be here for a month, at most Sammy, and you are great at Latin, don't worry."
Dean glanced at his watch and handed a sandwich to Sam. "Let's go."
Sam reluctantly put his backpack over his shoulder and followed Dean out to the impala.
"I'll pick you up at the end of the day, okay?" Dean leaned out of the car while Sam was getting out. "And if there's a problem call me."
Sam rolled his eyes as he slammed the impala's door shut. "Fine, bye Dean."
"By Sammy!" Dean rolled away from the student drop off zone, leaving Sam alone.
He turned towards the tan brick school building, rolled his shoulders, and began walking inside. His first class was social studies, which was one of his favorites, and hoped that it would help him get better acquainted with all of the other students in his classes. There was a group of girls standing outside of the classroom, crowding the door and laughing about something.
"Is this Mister Byrne's class?" Sam tried looking for the room number, but it was blocked by the girls. One of them, a short, blond noticed him and broke into a huge smile. Sam could tell it was forced, but he played along.
"Hi, I'm new here is this Mister Byrne's class?" Sam grinned at her, but she started laughing.
Discouraged, Sam looked down the hall in hopes of seeing a teacher, but it was obvious they were in their classes already.
Another girl came rushing down the hall, and nearly ran into Sam, earning louder laughter from the group of girls.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry." She reached down to pick up the book she dropped, but Sam beat her to it.
"Hi, I'm sorry, uh, is this Mister Byrne's class?" He handed the book over to the girl, and hoped to get a better answer than the other girl.
"Yea, right inside the door here, but he's normally late." The girl rolled her eyes, and stuffed the book into her purse and looked up.
"Hi, I'm Natalie. You must be the new kid." Natalie's big blue eyes were searching, but friendly.
"Uh, yea, Sam. I noticed that was 1984, did you finish it?" Sam hoped that she wasn't just carrying around the book, but by the way her eyes light up, he figured she read it.
"Yea, I just finished it the other night. I'm hoping to get a chance to run down to the library today to turn it in."
Sam loved how easily it was to hold a conversation with Natalie, because they've read mostly the same books and she seemed like many people didn't ask her about them. A few minutes later, the teacher came down the hall and unlocked the door. Sam excused himself from talking to Natalie and went over to Mister Byrne.
"Hello, I'm Sam Winchester, the new student."
"Hey Sam, there isn't a seating arrangement, sit where you want, and we're watching a movie about the civil war." Mister Byrne went into the class room, leaving Sam to follow.
Sam saw that there was an empty seat next to Natalie and she motioned her over. Sam surveyed the class and saw it was mainly made up of jocks and prep girls. He sighed and remembered how much Dean hated them.
"This is going to be great." Sam slumped further down in his seat, only paying slight attention to the movie.
The rest of the day passed like first period for Sam. Slow, boring, and uneventful. He found out that he shared most of his classes with Natalie, including lunch. They sat with two other girls, named Anna and Isabella, and a boy named Chris. They mostly discussed the new movies that were coming out and a show called 'Doctor Who'. Sam loved listening to Natalie talk, because she had a Boston accent, and it was cute how she would say her words. At the end of the day, he went over to look for Dean, and said bye to Natalie. He watched her medium length straight, brown hair blow in the wind, only some of it being held down by her Batman backpack. He found Dean's car in the student parking and hit the window. Dean unlocked the door and Sam slid in the passenger seat.
"How was school, Sammy?"
"It's Sam, Dean." Sam looked out the window and saw Natalie sitting on the bus. He waved, and she smiled at him.
"Who's that?" Dean tried to look, but was forced to pay attention to the road.
"Natalie, she's in my classes, and seems to be one of the only people that aren't assholes here."
Dean smirked and sped up the car, while turning on some music. "Well, on the bright side, we are only going to be here for a month, tops. Then we'll find a better school and stay there longer."
Sam rolled his eyes, but stayed quiet. He was just happy that sophomore year was starting to look brighter than the first month.