AN: So I figured a double upload to start would be in order since the first chapter was a bit light on Winchesters. Here's to me hoping this will make up for it.


Chapter 2

"Class, I'd like you all to say hello to our new student Robert Winchester."

Robbie stood at the front of the class feeling everyone's eyes on him, analysing him, looking for ever flaw, looking for his potential. He looked around, hoping for a friendly face when he saw Jessie, the girl from the café last night; he returned her friendly smile and instantly felt more relaxed. He made his way to the only empty desk in the room which was frustratingly as far from Jessie as it was possible to be but found it hard to concentrate on the lesson. The bell rang and he realised he hadn't been paying enough attention to note down the homework. Cursing at his own stupidity he ended up being the last to leave as he scribbled down which page numbers from the textbook he needed to work on. He stood to make a hurried exit and nearly fell over Jessie in his haste.

"I figured you probably needed showing to your next class." She said, a slight blush on her cheeks.

Robbie ran a hand through his brown hair, his usual nervous tick. "Yeah, that would be a great help."

She smiled, "Where are you going then?" A hint of a laugh in her voice.

"Erm, History." He fumbled for his timetable, "E14 apparently." God, why was he acting like such and idiot all of a sudden?

"I'm heading that way anyway, come on." She turned and made for the door, her blonde hair flicking out behind her as she did so.

Robbie shook his head, he needed to snap out of, whatever this was. Sure she was a nice girl but he'd literally only just met her, heck, he didn't even know her full name. But there was something about this girl, an almost instant connection.

The next week passed as a bit of a whirlwind for Robbie. He and Jessie struck up quite a friendship, they just felt comfortable around each other. They'd joke around at school, hang out for a while afterwards if she didn't have to get off to work and then text in the evenings. Even Josie and Beth making jokes couldn't dampen his mood. He'd made friends with a few guys as well, Jacob and Kurt, his lab partners had invited him to try out for the football team and most of the guys there seemed alright. But it was Jessie he always found his way back to.

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Robbie's phone rang late one evening, just over a month since he'd moved into town, glancing at the display he was surprised to read 'Jessie' flashing on the screen. It wasn't that it was unusual to hear from her, just that they normally texted. Apparently they both had rather strict fathers and they both knew the conversation wouldn't stay on homework for long.

"Jessie, what's up?" He asked, acting much cooler then they both knew he was in reality as he put on a silly accent. "Don't tell me you're stuck on your geography homework again." He was always mocking her about that one time she'd actually asked him for homework help, most of the time it was the other way around.

The voice on the other end of the phone wasn't what he expected. "Do you know where my daughter is?" A male voice, presumably her father.

Robbie paused for a second before replying. "No sir. I haven't seen her since school."

"This is the last number she texted, about 2 and a half hours ago. You've not heard from her since, don't know where she is?" The guy was worried, something was definitely wrong here.

Robbie shook his head before remembering he was on the phone to the guy. "No sir. You can read the texts we sent. We were just chatting." There was a mumbling in the background, nothing that Robbie could hear made much sense to him. "Is she in trouble?" He asked, if her father was worried then he probably should be too.

"I don't know." Came the honest reply. "Thank you Robbie." The line went dead.

Robbie stared at his phone for a minute. That was possibly the most surreal thing that had ever happened to him. His mind spun in a whirlwind as he tried to process what little he knew. Jessie's dad had called him, worried about her, he was the last person she'd spoken to before apparently going missing. He did know one thing though, if her dad was worried enough to call him, something wasn't right. He grabbed his coat from the back of his door, stuffed his phone in his pocket and picked up his flashlight before running downstairs.

"Dad, I'm going out for a while." He called over his shoulder as he tried to stuff his feet in his sneakers quickly, an effort which cost him more time as he had to re-adjust each shoe, tugging the tongues back into the proper place.

His dad rounded the corner from the direction of the kitchen. "Going where?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at the flashlight poking out of his jacket pocket.

"Something's wrong with Jessie dad. Her dad just called me, he sounds worried. I think she's missing." He explained quickly, hating the time it was taking.

"Ok." His dad replied, plucking his truck keys from the peg on the wall. "Girls, get down here now." He yelled up the stairs, his voice demanding obedience. As expected the twins appeared from their room within seconds, it was not a voice they heard their father use very often and it generally signified a big problem. "Me and Rob are heading out, a friend of his is in trouble. Lock the doors and windows, close the curtains and don't open the door for anyone. Got it?"

The girls nodded and headed in different directions, following their fathers instructions, locking the door behind Robbie and his dad as they left the house and climbed into the truck.

Once the truck was moving Robbie looked to his father, "Why did you tell the girls to lock up?" He asked. It wasn't something his dad had told them to do in a long time.

"Jessie isn't the sort of girl to run off and leave her phone behind without telling anyone, am I right?" Robbie nodded, "So there's a chance there's something else going on."

Robbie shuddered at the thought but had agree his dad had a point. "Next left, fifth house on the right." He said simply, his mind now racing at a possibility he hadn't considered before, Jessie might be in bigger trouble then he imagined. Before his father had even stopped the truck he had the door open and was heading towards the house he'd visited only a couple of times before. He'd never met Jessie's dad, he'd always been at work when he'd stopped by after school and this wasn't exactly the best circumstances to meet a girl's father but none of that had crossed his mind as he knocked on the door to his best friend's house in the pitch black.

Robbie was a tall guy but Jessie's dad loomed above him as he opened the door. He was obviously on his way out, he was already wearing his jacket, a flashlight poked out of his pocket as he hurriedly stuffed something in the back of his jeans. "Robbie I assume?" He said, his tone not the most welcoming.

Robbie nodded, stepping back as Jessie's dad stepped forwards, out of the house. "Yes sir, I wanted to help."

The man sighed slightly, pausing before he began to close the door. "Look kid, I appreciate it, but you're in way over your head. Go home, I'll call you when I find her." He said, sternly but kindly.

"My dad used to be a cop." Robbie blurted out, causing Jessie's dad to pause. "He came with me to help." He gestured down the path to where his own father was approaching.

"Kid, I know you mean well but you…" He stopped midsentence, looking past Robbie to his approaching father. One hand flicked subconsciously behind his back as he stepped slightly to the side to allow more light to spill onto the porch. "Dean?"


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