Hey! So this is my second chapter. It's longer than the first because I have put a bit of backstory into why Thyme is a hunter. Enjoy!

I don't own Supernatural, only my characters and plot.

Charlie and I walk outside, she and I part ways when we reach the obstacle course, she has gun training this morning. Lucky thing. I look over to see Coach Winchester yelling Dean to run faster, much to my surprise I see Dean has swear dripping from his forehead. Man, Coach must be pushing him to the limits.

Coach sees me and walks over. "Thyme," he says. "I've cleared you from all your lessons today, you need to recuperate." I shake my head.

"No Coach, it wasn't that big of a deal. I just want to get back into my routine," I say and catch Dean watching me. He quickly looks away and continues to run through the tires. "Come on, Coach. I'm a hunter."

"But Thyme, you and your brother were attacked by demons," Coach says. "That is a big deal. No one here has been attacked by one before. Not since…" He looks away.

Coach Winchester lost his wife, Mary, by a demon. Dean had to take Sam to safety while Coach had tried to save Mary. But she was dead and the demon was gone before he could do anything.

Coach became a hunter and started hunting the demon. But when he met Bobby Singer, he chose to create a school, to train his kids and other children affected by monsters. It began to only teach self-defense if they were attacked by monsters again, but soon became a hunting school.

Hunters all around the country heard about the school, and began sending their children to it for proper education in this particular job. Coach found it all ridiculous, but he finally had another purpose other than hunting the demon, and gave his two boys a safe place to live, and still learn to be hunters.

My Mum and Dad were killed by the same demons, and Coach found me while on a hunt. He discovered that I was an orphan because of the same demon, who I came to find out was named Azazel. I met him on the same day as I did Coach.

I was walking home when Azazel approached me. He treated me so well, but I could see past it, even though I was ten. Coach showed up and got his revenge, killed Azazel and saved me in the process. But it wasn't as simple as that. It never is in this occupation.

Anyway, Coach saw potential in me to be a hunter, and I had already shown an interest in that world, much to Castiel's concern. Coach took me home, to a worried Cas and asked him if I could go with him and train to be a hunter. After a few hours of begging on my behalf, Cas finally gave in and I left that night. Only to meet one of my best friends and my arch nemesis.

I was one of the first kids to come here, so I got to know Dean and Sam more than others. Dean is an obnoxious douche and Sam is a nice, funny guy. I still can't believe they're related.

Azazel is the connection I have with the Winchesters, and they pretty much made me feel like family, they still do. Well, with the exception of Dean, I really don't understand him.

I know that Sam is sad that he never got to know his mother, I don't know what Dean feels about her death, and John, I can tell, is still pretty heartbroken over losing Mary.

"I'm sorry about Mary," I say. "You know I am, but I need to have everything go back to normal you know?" Coach sighs and nods.

"Alright fine, but you miss out on the obstacle course, go sit with Sammy, we'll be done in twenty minutes," Coach says.

I break into a smile. "You're awesome, Coach!" I say, pat him on the shoulder and I jog over to the other side of the course where Sam is relaxing on the grass. "Hey Sammy," I say, ruffling his hair as I sit down beside him. "I swear Sam, your hair is getting longer all the time. Geez!"

He smirks and runs his finger through it. "Psh, no one's complained about it yet," he says resting his arms on his knees.

I smile. "Maybe not," I say. "But they do talk about it behind your back." I laugh a little and nudge his shoulder. "You should cut it."

"Ha! Yeah!" he says. "When Hell freezes over." My smile fades slightly and silence falls around us for a minute, then Sam breaks it. "So, how are you? I wouldn't have thought you'd feel up to class today."

I shrug. "Yeah well, I just wanted to go back to normalcy before I truly dwell on what happened, you know?" I ask and he nods.

"Yeah, Dean said that after Mum died," Sam says, silence falls upon us again.

I break into a smile and chuckle. "Man, you suck at keeping conversations not awkward," I say and Sam looks at me smiling.

"It's my speciality," he says and we start to laugh. Our laughing gets cut off when Becky Rosen walks over and sits beside Sam.

"Hey Sam," she says in her high shaky voice. "What are you doing?"

Sam shrugs, completely oblivious to the obvious crush she has on him. "Just talking to Thyme," he says casually and Becky shoots me a death glare. Thankfully, before anything weird happens, Dean calls Sam over. When he leaves Becky groans.

"Are you kidding me?" she says angrily. "You already have the attention of one Winchester, why can't you leave Sam be?"

I shift so I am facing her and look at her incredulously. "What the hell are you talking about?" I ask her.

She rolls her eyes. "Yeah," she scoffs. "Like you haven't noticed." She stands up and walks away. I sigh an fall back onto the cool grass and I drift off to sleep for a bit.

When I open my eyes I see Dean walking up to me, grinning like a mad-man. Suddenly is lying on top of me, looking at me with affection. "Why haven't I ever told you how gorgeous you are?" he asks. I don't say a word, what the hell am I supposed to say to that? Instead of speaking I just shake my head.

He gives me a mischievous grin and leans down, pressing his soft mouth to mine. I gasp against his lips and his tongue slips into my mouth. I purr in pleasure, but then I remember I'm making out with Dean Winchester.

My eyes snap open and find Sam shaking me awake. HOLY CRAP! I just had a frigging dream about kissing Dean! DEAN WINCHESTER OF ALL PEOPLE! "Huh?!" I say in shock, sitting upright.

"Thyme, you guys have to go and get changed for your hand-on-hand combat lesson," Sam says, I rub my eyes and nods.

"Okay," I say and stand up. I fully come back to my normal state, and that's when reality hits. Cas is gone and he isn't coming back. My heart feels like it's being squeezed, and there are tears in my eyes threatening to spill out. I quickly go back to my dorm, and I see that some people are looking at me, mostly with fear. Did they hear about the demon attack?

I close my bedroom door and start to change. I leave my shorts on, but change my running shoes to my low-top Converses. For some reason I find that I'm lighter on my feet and more agile with them. I also swap my loose grey t-shirt for my training bra and throw my jacket on over it.

The only way, I've found, to get my mind off something, is I train very hard and get lost in that.

I go back outside to where we do our hand-on-hand combat lesson. Half the class is there, the rest are still getting changed. Coach Winchester steps into the fighting zone. "Okay! Everybody!" he yells, getting everybody's attention. "Good. Now we are going to get straight into it, except today, I pick the partners."

A whisper goes through the group, mostly excitement about that someone other than Benny will get to fight Dean. The girls are extremely excited about that chance. I just roll my eyes at their reaction. Little did I know that Coach Winchester heard the whispers and saw my eye roll.

So, as the lesson goes on, and the rest of the class show up, people are being paired. Coach does it so he calls out someone's name, they step in the fighting zone and then he calls out the other person, making them a pair. As soon as the second person is called out, they fight. So, basically, it is incredibly intense until they have to fight.

"Dean Winchester!" Coach calls out and Dean steps in to the fighting zone. Another whisper goes through the class. There are five other people left to be paired with. I am one of them. Silence spreads through and everyone waits for the person to be called up and fight on of the best students in the school. "And Thyme Phillips!" The girls around me gasp and I groan.

I take my jacket off and step forward to see Dean staring at me. I roll my eyes. "Up here, Winchester," I say gesturing to my face.

"I can't fight her!" Dean says to the Coach. "She's a girl! She's got girl… stuff!"

"Hasn't stopped you before," Coach says. "Now fight!"

"No! I refuse to fight her!" Dean says. I sigh and punch him. "Ah! Son of a—" I grab his shoulders and knee him in the stomach. He finally gives in and we fight.

He fights well, but I'm pretty good too. Two minutes in to the fight and I haven't even broken a sweat. Since this fight isn't exactly interesting, I decide to make it a little fun. When he shoves me back, I pretend to be done. "I can't," I wheeze out. Dean turns to Coach Winchester proudly when I charge him, sending him flat on his back with me pinning his arms down with my knees.

I grin at his shocked face. "You cheated!" Dean says trying to get free.

I shake my head. "No, I bluffed!" I say. "That's not cheating." I see his face change to what looks like his sneezing face. I laugh when I see that my hair is slightly brushing over his nose. That was my mistake.

Me laughing gave him leverage, so he pushes forward and now I'm pinned down by Dean. "You fight well, but you get distracted," he says. "Maybe you should stop thinking about that demon attack." He gets off me and begins to walk back to where the people who have already fought are. He turns around to look me. "After all, you could have protected yourself and your brother, but you didn't."

That's it! He has no right to say that. I storm up to him and his grinning face, and I punch him as hard as I possibly can in the jaw. His head flings back, his hand holding his jaw and he spits out blood and onto the ground.

"I know you are cruel," I say clenching my fists, tears prickling my eyes. "I just never thought you could be that cruel!" I spin on my heel and sprint away. Coach Winchester yells at me to come back, but I don't listen, I just keep running. I need to get away for a bit.

I seek refuge in the back corner of the library and I silently cry. I need to get it out, so what better place to do that than a library, where everyone can hear you're sniffling! (Note the sarcasm. I made a terrible decision to come here)

"Thyme?" someone says in front of me. I look up to see Jo Harvelle standing there, looking at me with concern. "What's wrong? What happened?"

I snort and wipe the tears from my face. "Dean frickin' Winchester" I say and she nods. Jo knows exactly how I feel, because she dated Dean for a while, but it ended pretty messy.

She kneels down and pats my knee. "Don't worry about him, when you graduate next year he'll be out of your life forever," she says. "This is just a small part, and he's a douche." I laugh a little at their comment.

"Since when did you get so wise?" I ask and she laughs too. "But, yeah, you're right." I stand up and dry my face. "Thanks Jo." Then the bell rings, signalling the end of the lesson and the beginning of the next. I sigh. "Great, I have Monster Studies." Jo scoffs and we start walking out of the library.

"Fun," she says sarcastically. "I have cardio lessons, I'm gonna be dead by the end of it." I nod and we step into the busy corridor.

"Enjoy that." We say our goodbyes and I quickly go back to my room. I change into a pair of torn black jeans and a loose white t-shirt with a red rose on it. I grab my books on monsters and hurry to my class.

I sit in my usual seat that's beside Sam who just sat down. "Hey, you okay? Last time I saw you, you were punching the hell out of Dean," Sam says while we wait for our teacher to show up.

I just shrug, I don't really feel like talking right now. I'm still pretty ticked off at Dean. "Hey, I'm sorry about Dean," Sam says. "He can be a total jerk. But I've also found that he's only a jerk around the people he cares about."

"Yeah, well maybe I don't want him to care about me," I say bitterly, Sam just nods.

"Yeah, I don't blame you," he says and the school's receptionist walks in.

"Thyme Phillips?" she says and I raise my hand. "The principal wishes to see you." I sigh, knowing why they want to see me, and I'll probably be punished for it. But I'm willing to face it, because I was incredibly satisfied to punch Dean, it still is. But I'm also worried that the principal is going to go off their head at me.

I stand up and grab my books. "Good luck," Sam says as I start to walk out.

"Yeah," I scoff. "I'm gonna need it." Then I walk out, following the receptionist to the principal's office.

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