The school building looms, three stories tall. We climb up the front steps and are greeted by an overly-excited middle age woman.

"Hello and welcome to Kripke High School! I'm Principal Grove. Who did I speak to on the phone?" She smiles, red lipstick brilliant against her coffee stained teeth.

"That'd be me, Sam," he introduces himself. "This is my brother, Dean, and my sister Ava. Dean is her legal guardian." The woman nods sagely, "I'm sorry for your loss," looking at me, she adds, "I hope you'll grow to enjoy Kripke High." We walk inside and she leads us quickly through the building, pointing out important rooms and halls, before stopping at her office.

"Alright, well, all we have to do now is a little paperwork to get you registered and pick your classes," Grove says, handing Dean and I each a small packet.

"Here," Sam offers, "I'll help you pick your classes." About an hour later, I've picked out the four classes that I could. Here, English, math, and physical education are required. I picked advanced biology, psychology, and, after a bit of debate, a beginner's string class (I'll be playing cello). Sam thought I needed to take a foreign language, but I decided against it. I figure I'll end up learning Latin from the boys, so why bother? After the secretary puts me into my new classes, they give me my schedule and locker assignment.

"We fully understand if you do not start tomorrow," Principal Gove assures me, "those grades will be excused. But it would be best if you start classes on Friday. That is when we will tell your teachers to expect you." She glances at her watch. "It's actually lunchtime right now. Would you like to eat here? Meet some people before you start classes?"

"Um," I glance at Sam and Dean, who nod for me to choose. "Sure, why not." Maybe it will be better to know some kids before I have to start classes.

"Good. I'll take your brothers to pick up your class books. I trust you remember where the cafeteria is?" I nod. "Off you go, then." Dean hands me a ten as I leave. A bell rings just then and kids fill the halls. My eyes go wide and I freeze.

Boom. Someone's book falls against the floor.

"Oh, my gosh," I cry, "I'm so sorry."

"Oh, it's alright," the girl says quickly. I hand the book back to her. "Are you new here?" I bob my head yes. "That explains the terrified look on your face. Want help finding wherever it is you're headed?"

"Please," I sigh gratefully. While I'm sure I could find the cafeteria if I tried, i'd rather have someone show me. "I'm looking for the lunchroom."

"Are you a junior?"

"Yeah, are you?"

"I am. We split the lunch periods up by grade level here, so that's actually where I'm headed now," she grins. "I'm Mandy, by the way."

"Ava," I smile back and she starts down the hall with me at her heels.

Time lapse: two hours

I giggle happily at my book- The Wizard of Oz- and hear the clomping of hellhound feet.

"Why hello, Juliet," I scratch behind her ear. "What are you up to, silly girl?" She snuffles happily at my hand, nudging it to where she wants me to pet her. I chuckle.

"Do not turn my hellhound into a house dog," Crowley orders, "I spent a long time training her to be evil."

"She can be evil to everyone but me," I tell him, giving her a kiss on the head. "Hey, by the way, Dean told me to tell you that you and Cas are taking me shopping tomorrow. I need stuff for school." Crowley pouts and whines under his breath.

"Seriously?"

"Yes. Shopping. It won't kill you, I promise." I raise my eyebrows at him. He doesn't stop pouting, so I pull out my puppy dog eyes. "Please, I really need to go and they won't take me." Like everyone does, he melts at the eyes and acquiesces.

"Fine. We'll take you. But you owe me."

"Yay!" I squeal, pretending to be overly excited. Now, I'm not saying I'm not excited, I just am not happy enough to squeal like a little girl. Crowley rolls his eyes and stomps off, muttering something about 'bloody teenage girls' and our 'bloody shopping trips.' I giggle and turn back to my book. Ten minutes later, a shout catches my attention.

"I am not going shopping!" It's Cas. I start to laugh, trying and failing to keep it super quiet. At my feet, Juliet perks up.

"I think Castiel just found out about tomorrow's shopping trip," I tell her, leaning down to rub her belly. The sound of wings beating reaches my ears and I look up to see Cas standing uncomfortably close.

"I refuse to go shopping."

"It's one time. One day. Really, it won't be that bad. I just need you to carry bags for me. You can do whatever while I'm actually shopping. Plus, I think you're supposed to be the transportation." He doesn't look like he's going to agree, so I use the same trick I did on Crowley. "Pretty please?" He glares down at me for a moment, but I don't give in, holding the look. Finally, he sighs and I know I've won.

"We're going shopping," I sing loudly, laughing. He just huffs off to another room, leaving me to read in peace, something I do gladly.

Hey! So, I've been working on writing a prologue. Im not sure if I want to publish it or not... Do you want to see Ava as a kid? Let me know! Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Sorry it was a little shorter than the last one. I'll make the next chapter a little longer to compensate.