9 years later
Cristina 14, Sam 14, Dean 17
I am awoken by a dreadful smell. It's a smell I know all too well. DEAN'S SMELLY ASS SHOES.
"Dean move your god damn shoe out of my freaking face before I chop off your dick. Oh wait you don't have one." I mumbled into my pillow.
" C'mon guys isn't it a little too early for this?" Sam said.
" Oh please you know you want it." Dean said. Both of us ignoring Sam.
"Yeeeaah, seeing as your last skank kept complaining about how small you were, I think I'm good thanks." I said then turned around to see his face.
Sam was laughing hysterically. Dean shot him a fiery glare, then retorted back to me about to give a response when John interrupted.
"That's enough both of you"
I was starting to fall back to sleep. When suddenly I was on the ground being straddled by Dean.
"Dean get off of me." I said nonchalantly
"Make me." Dean said with his signature smirk.
"Fine." I said
I kneed Dean in the balls and turned our position so that I was now on top.
"Dude, I'm only half awake, you are way to easy." I said with a smirk of my own.
"Alright, c'mon you guys we have to get ready for school." Sam said
I got off of Dean grabbed my duffel bag and went to the bathroom beginning my morning routine.
1) Shower
2) Wash hair
3) Brush teeth
4) Clothes
5) Make up
6) Hair
I do all of this in just a little under 35 min. My newest record is 26 min. I got out of the bathroom and sat on the couch next to Sam. He handed me a bagel and I said thanks and took it gladly. That's when I felt that something was off. Oh my hat almost forgot. I looked around for my hat but couldn't find it.
"Hey Sam have you seen my fedora?" I asked
"No not since you took it off last night." Sam said
We both turned our heads to look at Dean. He looked at us from the corner of his eye then turned his gaze back to the television.
"Dean give me back my hat." I demanded
"I don't know what your talking about. I don't have it."
"Dean give Cristina back her hat before she kicks your ass." Sam said.
"You really think that she can kick my ass." Dean asked Sam.
"I don't think she can I know she can." Sam said matter-of-factually.
"Whatever, Here's your stupid hat." Dean said taking out my fedora from his duffel bag and holding it out for me to take.
I went to grab it out of his hands when he lifted it above his head.
"What's the magic words." Dean smirks
"Give me back my hat jack ass." I retorted
"Nope." He said
"Ughhhhhhh." I moan
I turned around pretending to retreat. Then I spun back around and punched Dean in the stomach. He hunched over in pain. I drop to the floor and swept his feet from under him with my leg. He fell, his face planted to the floor. I stood up and took my hat from him and put it on with a smug look of victory smeared on my face.
"If you wanted a beating all you had to do was ask" I said in my innocent little girl voice.
"Shut up Bitch I could have easily taken you down I just didn't want to bring down that giant ego of yours." He said
"Mmmmmmmhhhmmm sure you did. Just like You could have taken me down when I was half a sleep this morning, or like you could have yesterday, or like at training, or the day before that, or the day before that, or the day before that, or the day bef.." I was interrupted by Dean.
"Ok ok we get it. ...I'm a carrying person."
Sam and I share a look before bursting into a fit of giggles. Even John looked amused. Dean glared at the two of us.
"Ok ok that's enough get in the car so I can drive you kids to school." John said
Sam and I were still trying to calm our breathing when we were walking through motel rooms front door.
"Really guys." Dean complained
"Sorry it's just funny thinking of the Bad boy, womanizing, tough guy, Dean Winchester as a carrying person." Sam explained.
"Bitch." Dean stated to Sam.
"Jerk." Sam replied.
" Ass wholes." I stated walking past the two blundering buffoons and getting into the passenger seat next to John. Knowing it would piss Dean off.
Sam got in the car next. Dean relentlessly got in next to him. We got to the school with in 10 minutes.
"Bye." The three of us said simultaneously as we all exited the car. John drove off.
As we started walking towards the school I noticed a phew people staring at us. Well actually I'm pretty sure there staring at Sam and Dean. They are extremely attractive. I mean it's no lie that Deans hot and Sam is surprisingly attractive for a 14 year old boy. I guess I'm not that bad, but I'm certainly not as beautiful as most of the girls here. To be honest I'm merely just average. I have Long black hair that goes down to the mid section of my back. It has soft curls at the bottom. I'm about 5 ft. and 7 inches tall. I have brown eyes and long lashes, and plump full lips. Not to mention I'm already a D-cup. My make-up only highlights the features of my face. Black eyeliner, black mascara, foundation and a light pink lipstick. Today I'm wearing dark blue skinny jeans. A tight black long sleeve T-shirt, black leather jacket black combat boots, and my fedora of course.
We enter the school and we go our separate ways in search of our first period classes. E-Hall room 306 Honors English. Ok well I'm in E-hall. 306, 306, 306 I chant as a mantra in my head. Yahtzee room 306. I walk in the class to see everyone has already taken their seats.
"Oh, why Hello, you must be Cristina. Hi I'm your new Honors English teacher welcome. Class please welcome Cristina to our learning facility. You were all new once, you know how it feels to be the new kid. Cristina you can sit where ever you want sweetheart." She said
I nodded and started walking to the back I got a 'Hey, how's it going' a 'Hey sexy' and my personal favorite 'Hey sweet thang'(A/N: If anyone can tell me what show this is from I will add them in a chapter *Hint* it was a Disney channel show) from male students. Which I found extremely odd because as I said before I'm merely just average. From the girls I had some 'Nice to meet you's' and 'She looks like a total slut'. The only skin I'm showing is my face my neck and my hands. Most of these whores are tight crop tops and a skirts that are so fucking short that you can see there fucking thongs which is pointless of wearing since they're practically a little pieces of string. I moved to a seat in the back. Next to me was an extremely attractive boy with blonde hair and he had on a black beanie. On his desk he had a test peaking out of his binder he had gotten what looks like a 97/100. Good looing and smart. I wonder if-
"Take a picture it'll last longer." The boy said
My face flushed a deep crimson. I hadn't even noticed that i was staring.
"I'm sorry I just was trying to look at your paper to see what we are doing." I said saving myself from total embarrassment.
Wow I've spent way to much time with Dean. I thought of that lie with no problem.
"Oh uh right sorry for a uh, *clears throat* assuming that you were a, *clears throat again* yeah. So uhhh right were working on writing a depressing scene for a character that your supposed to make up." He said a light blush visible on his cheeks.
"Oh thanks. And just so you know your cute when you blush" I said making a bold move.
He blushed harder and looked down trying to hide his face. I looked down and decide to actually get some work done. occasionally looking over at this mystery boy.
The bell signaling the end of this class rang. I put my stuff away and left for my next class but a hand on my shoulder stopped me from making it out the door. I turned around to see who it was. It was mystery boy.
"Hey umm Cristina right? *I nodded* Uhh well I uh I never told you my name. It's uh it's Luke." He said quite awkwardly
We stared into each others eyes for a while. He has the most beautiful blue eyes i have ever seen in my life. someone cleared there throat breaking us from our intense gazes.
"Excuse me, but some people need to get to class." a snotty brunette said glaring at me.
If looks could kill I'd be 8 ft. under.
"Sorry" I muttered and moved out of the way.
She gave me one last glare before facing Luke.
"Hey Luke, so you know how next Fridays dance is girls choice well i was wondering if you maybe wanted to go with me." She said to him
I started to walk away feeling uncomfortable and unwanted in that conversation. I also feel envious the fact that she has that much confidence and that seeing as how pretty she is he will probably say yes. My eyes start to water suddenly feeling foolish for thinking that maybe he liked me. We've been in this town for a day and I already want to leave.