Chapter 2: New in town

'Cause I know how it feels to be alone
When strangers only make you feel the cold
You never ever felt so far from home
You never felt so far from home

I'm gonna take you out tonight
I'm gonna make you feel alright

Little Boots – New In Town

Dean and Sam struggled through their days at their own pace. Sam kept his head ducked down and tried to avoid all eye contact. He just wished the day would be over already, so he could go home to his brother and father. He hated being the new kid, being the center of all attention. Especially when he realized that the kids really didn't want a newcomer. This seemed to be a pretty tight group he'd been dropped in and they were not ready to open up.

When Sam asked a sweet looking girl the way to the cafeteria, she gave him very detailed instructions. He thanked her maybe three times and followed them. When he was at the point she'd lead him to, he realized that it was very much not the cafeteria she'd sent him to. In contrary. He seemed to be in some sort of restricted area, 'cause the teacher he met in the corridor scolded at him and threatened to give him detention.

"I'm sorry!" Sam hastily apologized, "I'm new here. It's my first day and they told me this was the way to the cafeteria."

The stern looking man shook his head and sighed loudly, placing a hand on Sam's shoulder, "You're not even at the right floor, kid."

The man gave him other directions and when Sam followed these, he noticed he did end up at the cafeteria. He sighed in relieve and entered the room to get his food.

At the same time, Dean was trying to get a conversation started with a cute blonde. He was throwing all his charms in the game, but he didn't seem to have much success with her. She walked away from him, straight towards her friends, giggling behind her hand and pointing at him. They whispered heatedly at each other and Dean could just imagine what they were saying.

What a loser.

"Hey!" someone called and Dean turned around.

A group of teenagers his age were standing about 2 feet away from him. The guy whom Dean presumed was their leader was a blond guy of his age, maybe a little older. But then again, he looked older than 17 as well. He was muscular and wearing a long black leather coat over a black shirt and dark pants. He was what girls would call handsome and looking bored. His hair was combed back and he had had a bit of a beard. It may have seemed weird on any other boy their age, but it gave him a mature and slightly dangerous look.

On his right hand, there was a slightly shorter Hispanic guy. He had black hair and a tanned skin. He seemed to be wearing black eyeliner, which made Dean highly uncomfortable. He was dressed in black as well, and for some reason, he seemed dangerous. Even though he was wearing freaking make-up.

On the blond guy's left side, there was the strangest girl he'd ever seen. She was a really tiny person, with enormous boobs. She wasn't very pretty though: she was wearing too much make-up and her shoulder-long straight hair had been dyed at some point, but it had grown out a couple of inches. And it had been pink dye to cover her dark brown, almost black hair. She had a big nose with a piercing through it. Her eyebrow and lip were pierced as well, and her ear was hidden under a good ten earrings. She was clothed in a too short leopard-print dress and black boots.

There was a fourth member to their pack. She was not much bigger than the weird girl, but loads prettier. She had long, wavy brown hair. She had dyed her hair as well, but less explicit: one lock of hair on the left side of her face was a very light blond. She had big brown eyes and her arms were covered in tattoos. Not the obvious big-skull-with-flames or colorful landscapes or anything. It was more as if someone had painted on her with a marker. There were delicate lines, some in black, some in red and a name. She wore a short black skirt and a striped shirt. She smiled at him.

"You're new here, aren't you?" the blond gang-leader asked.

"That obvious?" Dean shot back. The one with the pink hair laughed.

"Yeah," Blond-guy nodded, "You were hitting on Joyce Ford."

"So?"

"She's a lesbian. Everyone knows."

"Oh."

Oh!

Pinky laughed louder and Dean felt himself slightly flush. Well, that had been awkward.

"Don't worry," Packleader said, "We'll take care of you. I'm Daniel Parker, that's Paco Alvarez. The hot one over here is Alexis Fischer," he was pointing to Pinky, "And the silent one is Amy Reed. We're the Outcasts."

He said 'Outcasts' like it was a title to be proud of. He wondered if he really looked that much like an outcast. He probably did. With all the travelling and hunting he'd never made an actual friend before. It must show that he wouldn't find any friends here either. But the Outcasts seemed to be willing to talk to him. That was nice, wasn't it? Plus, he'd be able to gather some information on the case if he'd be able to befriend some people.

"Dean Winchester," Dean said.

"So, Dean," Daniel asked and he laid an arm over Dean's shoulder, pulling him along, "Where are you from?"

"Everywhere," Dean shrugged, "My dad's a salesman."

"Boooring," Alexis said and she rolled her eyes.

"Alexis," Daniel snapped. She held up her hands in defeat.

"What?" she asked, "Salesman is a boring job."

"Eh…" Dean didn't really know what to say to that.

"What class do you have after lunch?" Daniel asked. Dean grabbed his timetable and showed it to the rest.

"Ah yes, Amy told me you have psychology with her," Daniel said, pointing to the class where he'd been introduced that morning. So it was Amy's doing that these guys now talked to him, "Mmh you have history after lunch… well, that's boring. Ms Dunn is even older than her subject. You can skip that easily, she won't notice you're missing. We all take history and we skip it all the time. Good, that's settled then, you just come with us this afternoon."

Wouldn't he get a say in this? It wasn't like he'd never skipped classes before, but to have someone tell him he was going to skip that class without discussion, that was a bit hard to take. That was like an order, and he didn't mind his dad's orders, but to have someone he barely knew order him around was slightly different.

But he'd have to choose. He could either go with these guys and make some allies. Then he wouldn't have to face school all alone and maybe he might have some fun during the classes instead of just being bored out of his ass. Or he could refuse and go to history, because he didn't like being bossed around by some kids.

Whom was he kidding? Of course he wouldn't go to history. They could boss him all they wanted; at least he wouldn't have to face school on his own anymore! This was so great. This was close to perfect. And they may not be the most popular kids at school, they probably knew a lot about a lot of people and they might be able to help him with the case.

"Sure," Dean said, and he grinned.

"Awesome," Daniel pulled him along and turned to Amy, "Get us some food Ames. We'll see you at the lake."

"Okay," Amy said. She had a soft voice that went well with her soft eyes and smile. She really seemed to be the sweet one out of them all. Paco hadn't said anything yet so far, "Alexis, you coming?"

Alexis looked from Daniel to Amy and nodded. It seemed that for every move they made, they had to ask Daniel's permission. Dean's first impression that Daniel was the leader really seemed to be true.

"So?" Dean asked about 40 minutes later. They were sitting at the small lake (it was more a pond than a lake, but still) and eating the food Alexis and Amy had gotten them. Classes had started again, but since the pond was out of view of the building, no one noticed them, "I heard someone died the other night?"

"Oh yeah," Alexis immediately said, "That cheerleader… Tatiana Hodgins? We had Spanish together, she was a real bitch."

"What happened to her?" Dean asked. Like he didn't know.

"She was strangled in the art class," Paco said. He had a soft voice, maybe a bit feminine, but there was a certain authority in it. He reminded Dean of an old, wise man who'd not be the town's chief, but the wise elder who'd give the decisive advice.

"Who do you think did it?" It wouldn't hurt to ask, would it?

"Jeffrey, that's for sure," Alexis said. Dean raised his eyebrows and motioned to give him more information.

"Oh right…" she caught on, "Well, Jeffrey is… was her boyfriend. But everyone knows she cheated on him with the entire football team. Jeffrey is on the basketball team. I hear she had an orgy with the swimming team."

Wow, seemed like Tatiana's sex life had been even busier than his. And Dean had quite the experience. But he'd never had an orgy with the swimming team. Maybe he should try that some time. With the female swimming team, of course.

"Anyway," Daniel jumped in, "Apparently he found out. Or maybe he'd known all along, who knows. Either way, someone told him about Tatiana's adventures and they had a big fight in the corridors. The teachers had to break them up, he was about ready to beat her up."

"He kept yelling 'I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!'" Alexis added, "A few hours later, she died. They found her the next morning."

"Heavy," Dean breathed.

"They have Jeffrey in custody," Amy said, "I just don't think he did it."

"Oh come on Ames!" Alexis shrieked, "Of course he did it! He told her he'd do it and now she's dead. Who else would have done it?"

"I don't know," Amy shrugged, "Matt stands a good chance as well. He's one of her lovers, but he's so possessive. I heard him talking to her last week. He said that if he couldn't have her all for himself, no one could."

"Matt didn't kill Tatiana," Alexis said with a lot of venom in her voice.

"Just because you had a thing with him doesn't mean he's a saint!" Amy defended herself, "I'm worried about you Alexis, what if he comes after you as well?"

"He won't," Alexis snapped, "He's not the killer. He doesn't have it in him."

Dean leaned back and watched the two girls quarrel about whether or not Matt could have killed anyone. Daniel and Paco seemed amused and both lit up a cigarette. They offered Dean one as well, but he friendly refused. His dad would kill him if he started smoking. He'd bring himself and his family in danger on a hunt, and he couldn't risk that.

While Dean was sitting at the pond, Sam was back in class. He'd never been so glad lunch break was over. The Cafeteria had been a zoo. There was no one to keep an eye on the freshmen eating their lunch and the kids used that in their advance. Everyone was yelling and laughing and pointing at him. He heard everyone talk about 'The new kid, you know, the weird one'. Someone screamed at him to go back to where he'd come from.

Go home, freak.

He didn't even have a home.

He didn't understand what he'd done this time to deserve this. Was it the clothes? He wore Dean's hand-me-downs, and they didn't all fit and some of the colors had faded. Maybe it was just because he was the new kid. They'd get over it as soon as they were used to him and he wasn't the new kid anymore. It could also be because of the murdered girl. It happened a lot that people grouped together when someone had been killed.

That didn't mean it was fair to Sam.

So, to be completely honest: I don't like the song I used ^^ I just found the lyrics fitting :p

Yay for chapter 2 ^^

oh btw, all mistakes are mine: if you see any, please point them out :)

- Lune x