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I ready myself for bed. I'm at some motel off the highway, wondering how tomorrow would go. I should not have to wonder. It is just another town and another school. God knows, I have done this plenty of times before. The same old shit, nothing new.

I hear the shower start running and conclude that Sam has just stepped in. I finished making the bed to my OCD standards and got under the covers, when I heard the door open and in walks Dean, from making sure his baby was okay.

'Hi sweetie, is everything good?' I ask him.

'Yeah, everything's cool. I'm exhausted though.'

'Okay, come to bed with me. We need to wake up early. New school tomorrow,' I reminded him.

He finally gets under the covers after brushing his teeth and changing into some shorts and a top, and comes to pull me closer to his warmth.

'I don't understand why we have to change schools every time Dad gets a new hunt,' I hear Sam say as he walks out of the bathroom.

'If he just drops us off and leaves, what's the point in us going with him? It defeats the whole purpose.'

'I know kid,' Dean replies, 'life sucks.'

I give Sam a sad smile and try to make him feel better. 'How about pancakes for breakfast tomorrow before school starts? I'll make your favorite with blueberries Sam, and bacon and eggs for you Dean?'

I hear the resounding cheers from my two boys and bid them one final good night. I snuggle into Dean and give him a kiss as I feel his arms tightening around me. I fall asleep easy, the first time in many nights.

Morning always comes too fast for me. I set the alarm for six-thirty, knowing that waking Dean up would be a feat all on its own. I got dressed for school and went about preparing breakfast, along with our lunches for today.

'Come on boys. Breakfast is ready!' I called to Sam and Dean.

Thankfully, they both got up fast and we had a quick breakfast. I settled myself against the back of the chair, my mind running from me. For some reason, the attack comes to mind. It has been a long time since I thought about that, considering the daily reminder I have. I guess the date must be coming up soon. I am startled out of my memories when I hear Dean's voice.

'Why don't you eat something, Emma,' Dean asks me.

'I feel nauseous and I don't think I'll be able to keep anything down, so I'll just grab something later,' I replied, resting my hand on my swollen tummy.

Dean leans over and places his hand on my stomach too, feeling the baby kick. He looks at me with his most adorable concerned face.

'Stay home today if you don't feel well.'

'No, no. I'm okay, and besides, I'm not going to let you go to a new school all by yourself. Who knows, this might be an interesting couple of weeks,' giving Dean a smile.

'Okay, but let me know if it gets worse, and we'll leave,' he answers, giving me a quick kiss.

I saw the time and realized that we only had twenty minutes before we had to leave or else we would be late, which is so not a good way to start the day.

'Come on guys, we have twenty minutes. Sam, Dean, you guys go get ready and I'll clean up.'

I see Dean giving me a smile and a peck on the cheek before calling dibs on the bathroom. Sam, on the other hand, stays in his seat, looking lost and sad, which breaks my heart a little.

After putting our dishes in the sink, I walk towards Sam, and pull him up for a hug.

'It's going to be okay sweetie. We might be able to stay longer than a few weeks.'

'I know, but still. I hate being the new freak. I just want to be normal!'

I pull him in closer, feeling just how big of an impact this is having on Sam.

'How about this week, I'll give my father a call, and ask him to enroll us in a school near my place. I'll make sure he talks to your dad and hopefully he'll be able to convince him. How does that sound?'

Sam gives me a huge smile. 'Perfect! Thank you so much Emma!'

'It's absolutely nothing Sam. Now go get ready.'

Just at that moment Dean walks out of the bathroom and Sam gives him a hug before rushing around the room, getting dressed. Dean gives me a confused look, and I just wave him off, telling him not to worry and that I'll tell him later.

'Babe, do you mind if we share one bag, since we're going to be in all the same classes anyways?' Dean asks.

'No problem. Don't forget to pack the English books,' I replied.

I put the finishing touches on our lunches and hand them to Sam and Dean.

'No tomatoes in your sandwich for you Dean, and salad, easy on the dressing for you Sam.'

'You're the best babe,' Dean answers.

I hear Sam mutter his thank you, as I look at the time.

'Wow, okay we need to leave now, guys. You know the way Dean?'

'Yup, we passed by it yesterday on our way into town.'

Walking across the parking lot, I noticed that today was sunny, but chilly. As I get into the car, I turn on the radio, and Led Zeppelin's Ramble On was playing. I share a look with Dean and watch as a bright smile takes over his face. I love that smile. It occurs to me lately, that Dean does not smile like that anymore.

It was half way to school, when I realized that the jacket I was wearing was not enough. I crank up the heat and notice Dean shooting me a look.

'What's wrong? You cold?'

'Yeah, I thought the jacket I have on now would be enough, but it's too late to go back'.

'I'll give you mine when we get to the school,' Dean says.

'Thank you sweetie,' I said as I lace my fingers with his.

We arrived a couple of minutes later and park in the parking lot. I hand Dean our backpack as he gives me his jacket and we walk towards the school, in hopes of finding someone to give us directions to the administration office.

The school itself is nothing new, similar to the others we have been to over the years, just a new face to the old one. We got directions from a few students we saw milling around the front door. Minutes later we find ourselves peering through an open door into the secretary's office.

'Hello Dears. How can I help you?' the elderly woman sitting down in front, asked us.

'We're Dean and Sam Winchester, along with Emma Singer. We're supposed to be starting today,' responded Sam.

'Ah, yes yes. The transfers. Okay, so here are your schedules, along with a map of the school grounds. School starts at 8:15am and ends at 2:45pm. Should you have any problems, come and see me, and I'll do my best to sort everything out for you'.

'Thank you, ma'am. Have a nice day,' I replied and grabbed our papers.

While walking out of the office, I gave Sam his schedule after taking a quick glance, and took a look at mine and Dean's.

'Looks like we have English first. My favorite.' I hear Dean groan and laugh at him.

'You should be happy about this, we have gym second,' and I laughed even harder at the evil smirk that appeared on his face.

'What's your first class, Sam?' asked Dean.

'Geography, on the fourth floor, with a Ms. Masters,' Sam gleefully replied.

'Come on, nerd boy, we better get going to make it on time,' Dean says with a smile and he ruffles Sam's hair.

'We're on third, so we'll walk up with you,' I said.

As we walked around the corner, into the main hallway of the school, the place was packed, and everybody was staring at us. I took a look at the time and saw that it was 8:10am. Just enough time to find the damn classroom, and get our seats. Hopefully, the teacher is not the type to make us introduce ourselves. There is only so many times one can say: 'Hello, my name is Emma and I'm new here.' Like duh, they already know that, I thought bitterly.

I am pulled out of my thoughts by Dean's voice.

'Hey guys, I found the stairs.'

We started walking up and I suddenly remember that I had something I wanted to give Sam. I took out my cell phone from my back pocket and hand it to him.

'Here, Sam. Keep it with you. If you run into any problems, call Dean's phone.'

I see Sam giving me a grateful look.

'If my dad calls, just tell him to call Dean's cell instead.'

We now have reached the third floor. I grab Sam and give him a hug, and tell him to be careful.

'Text or call if you need anything. I took a look earlier at your schedule, and we share lunch together. When you get out of class, call us and we'll figure out a place to meet. Have fun sweetie.'

I feel Sam hugging me back before ducking out of Dean's out reached hand to avoid getting one of Dean's famous hair-ruffling. We wait for him to pass through the 4th floor door, before walking into the hallway towards our class.

'What room number is it babe?' Dean asks me and grabs my hand.

'312.'

We stop in front of the class, and see that it is already filled with students.

'Shit,' Dean mumbles.

I know how he feels.

I stop and pull Dean in for a hug, resting my head on his shoulders. I needed this. I feel so overwhelmed. With the baby, and starting a new school almost every month. I wonder when we will ever get a chance to be what was denied to us: normal.

Dean sensing my worry and seems to instinctively knows what is bothering me. He hugs me tighter, rubbing circles on my stomach.

'What ever it is that you're worrying about, stop. I am here. We will get through this together. All we need is each other. I love you.'

With tears in my eyes, I look into his and see the truth to his promise. I know nothing with happen to us, because Dean's here.

'Don't you know by now that everything is better because I'm here?' Dean says with a cocky grin.

'Thank you sweetie. You always seem to know what's bothering me, and how to make me feel better.'

Dean laughs. 'I think that's just a product of being around you too much over the years.'

'Yeah, probably,' I say laughing out loud.

'Okay, we might as well go in. No use putting it off'.

I hear Dean groan while I raise my fist to knock on the door. The teacher beckons us inside. I open the door, and immediately, the class goes silent and turns to face us.

As we walk to the front, I could imagine what they see and the assumptions they make.

God only knows, I'd probably make the same, in their shoes. I could not help but snicker and I see Dean in the corner of my eye shooting me an amused look.

'Class, these are our new students. Would you like to introduce yourselves?' the teacher directs to the class, then towards us.

'Hi, my name is Emma Singer,' I said with a small wave. The class waits for Dean to say his name, and when he stays quiet, I give him a hard jab on his side. 'Dean Winchester,' he finally says.

'Okay then. Why don't you take the two empty seats and we could continue on with our lecture,' the teacher said.

I took notice of the two seats the teacher was referring to: one was in the second row and the other was one in back, off to the side. I nodded my head to Dean, to take the one in the back. I sat down and took off Dean's jacket, and grabbed my notebook, pen and two copies of the assigned book out of my backpack.

I felt the stare of the class on me and as I turned towards Dean to give him the book, I caught the eye of a girl sitting behind me. I gave her a smile before sliding my gaze towards Dean and tossing him a copy of Catcher in the Rye that we had grabbed yesterday at a library on our way into town.

'So class, turn to chapter six of Catcher in the Rye. But, before we continue with last week's lesson, here's a little bit of trivia for you. Catcher in the Rye is the most preferred book for nine out of ten psychopathic killers. What do you think? Do you believe that this book is the sole reason for causing people like John Hinckley Jr. to kill former president Reagan and David Chapman to kill John Lennon?'

'Ya, that book is da shit,' a student replied, which caused the majority of the class to laugh, including Dean.

I raised my hand, and when called on, began my rant.

'Holden's character is very relatable, and that's exactly what the killers felt. Holden is a lonely, an outsider, confused and misunderstood. All he wants is a way to ease that loneliness. I will doubt anyone in this classroom who says that they don't connect to him.

'This book is on the same level as To Kill a Mockingbird, The Bell Jar, Slaughterhouse 5, Catch-22 and as far as I know, nobody as killed in the name of those books. Individuals can connect to the characters of each of those novels because we, as humans, understand their struggles.

'Charles Manson was a huge fan of The Beatles. Does that mean that anyone who likes The Beatles will go on to become a serial killer? I like The Beatles, and I haven't killed anyone. Look at songs from Metallica, or Led Zeppelin, Fleetwood Mac or even Poison. Loneliness is a theme in most songs and a lot of people can associate with that. Serial killers have deep-rooted problems and they latch onto anything that they connect to and use that as an excuse. Books and songs are not the true cause of the murders themselves, but are used as self-justification that what they're doing is 'right'.'

I hear stunned silence, and then laughing from Dean, who knows how I feel on such subjects.

'But nine out of ten is too much to be a coincidence. Isn't that a sign for something?' Dean says.

'Come on, you know I don't believe in coincidences, and besides, what about that Zeppelin song, if you listen to it backwards you hear the devil speaking? I mean seriously, you can't believe that.'

Dean shakes head, laughing. 'Yeah, no, I don't believe that.'

'Who's Zeppelin?' I hear a guy say to one of his friends nearby.

'Seriously? You don't know Led Zeppelin? What about Metallica, Joan Jett, Journey, Blue Oyster Cult, Guns and Roses or Kansas?' I stare at his blank look. 'What do you listen to?'

'Uh...Vanilla Ice?' he replies.

I stare at him blankly, 'Who?'

The chuckling of the teacher broke through my panic thoughts of how the hell does this guy not know the most amazing bands out there?

'You make some very interesting points, Emma. Well thought-out answer. So, back to the book. We last finished chapter five with Holden...'

I drowned her out, already having read the book half a dozen times. I turn to look at Dean and see him sending me a wink before resting his head on his desk.

I glanced at the clock and saw that we had seven more minutes before class was over. I looked my schedule before remembering that I had gym next. I wondered how I was going to get out of that lesson. In previous gym classes, the teachers were kind enough to allow me to do other kind of activities if their lesson plan turned out to be too dangerous.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the first lesson. With a final goodbye from the teacher, and our homework for next class, I rose out of my seat and packed my remaining items that littered my desk.

I felt Dean reach beside me. I handed him his jacket and we walked out of class together.

And so this concludes chapter 2! I hope you are enjoying this story and please do feel free to leave comments, of any sort!