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"Class, say hello to our newest student, this is Sam Winchester." Mr. Miller said with a smile. The class of high school juniors mumbled a few hello's.

Sam stood awkwardly before the class. He had made sure to wear a flannel to cover his arm bandages. But the collar wasn't high enough to hide the scars on his neck, so he felt like a freak standing there with all eyes on him and his scars. He had considered purchasing a turtleneck shirt on his shopping trip with Robin but decided against it. A turtleneck was definitely worse than scars.

The teacher instructed him to take a seat.

"So, today we continue our class discussion on the reading. Who was the real monster? The murderous creation or Dr. Frankenstein?" Mr. Miller asked pulling out his copy of the novel.

"Hey," whispered a voice from the seat behind Sam, "hey Frankenstein why don't you chime in on this one?"

Sam rolled his eyes. Not only was he annoyed with the fact that the familiar bullying was starting so soon in his new high school career, he was annoyed with the incorrect literary reference. Frankenstein wasn't the name of the monster with the hideous scars.

"Hey, I know you heard me. Come on Frankie." The obnoxious teen whispered with a laugh.

"Carson? Do you have something to share on the subject?" Mr. Miller asked.

"No, Mr. Miller. I was just telling Frank uh I mean Sam, the page numbers." Carson wore a smug look as he spoke up to the English teacher.

"Well don't you think that would be more helpful if Sam had a copy of the reading?"

There were a few scattered laughs around the room. Mr. Miller grabbed an extra copy off of the shelf and handed it to Sam.

"Try to catch up if you can," Mr. Miller instructed with a smile, "if you can't we'll just figure out a different way to quiz you on the reading."

Sam nodded. No problem. With all the down time he was going to have now he would be finished in no time.

"He probably won't even have to read the book," Carson muttered to a nearby student, "he's already lived it."

Sam dropped his head and sighed, this kid had no idea. As much as he wanted to show Carson his monstrous side and put an end to the snarky comments, what he wanted more was to not make enemies on his first day of school.

The bell couldn't come soon enough. By lunch, everyone in the small school had heard about the quiet, thin, tall, new kid with scars on his neck. The Frankenstein.

Sam sat alone at a cafeteria table, not feeling up to breaking the ice with any of his new peers. Maybe high school really was as terrible as all those tv shows had taught him.

"Hey," came a voice from across the table. A girl with bright blue hair had settled across from him.

"Hey?" Sam said, unsure of why she was talking to him.

"I'm Nina."

"Sam."

"This school is full of jerks." Nina said before biting into her sandwich.

"Ok."

"Are you a jerk?" Nina asked.

Sam shrugged. Lately? Probably.

"Ok well at least if you are your honest about it, right? Soo…" Nina's eyes were focused on his neck, "I'm just gonna ask. Did you do that to yourself?"

Sam stared at her a little shocked.

"I know. I'm blunt. Probably why I don't have an entourage of friends." Nina took another bite of her lunch.

"No."

Now it was Nina's turn to look shocked. She hadn't really even thought about the possibility of the wounds not being self-inflicted.

"Oh."

The two of them sat there in silence. Until finally Nina spoke again.

"They always keep this stupid cafeteria ten degrees too cold." Nina complained. Sam nodded in agreement. The air conditioning was a bit much.

Nina unzipped her backpack and pulled out what looked like a huge tan jacket. But as she unfolded it Sam realized it was a trench coat. A tan trench coat. In a moment of panic Sam tried to back away, something that is kind of impossible to do while sitting at a cafeteria table. He ended up falling backwards off of the bench style seat and drawing the attention of majority of the students in the cafeteria. He pushed himself up off the ground and stood looking down at the coat in fear.

"Sam?" Nina asked, thoroughly confused.

"What? Why?" Sam's breathing was heavy. Then he noticed all the eyes on him. Flustered, he turned and booked it to the bathroom down the hall. Great! He was a grade A freak and he had probably just scared away the only person who had bothered to try to talk to him.

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"So how was the first day?" Dean asked as they sped down the freeway towards Poughkeepsie.

"Fine." Sam said.

"Hm really?" Dean kept his eyes on the road, "That's not was I heard from your councilor."

Sam spun his head so fast he almost ripped a stitch.

"Yeah, I got a call. You can't just skip out after lunch on your first day and expect nobody to notice. The teachers were expecting you."

"Yeah, well…" Sam drifted off. He didn't really want to explain.

"Apparently, you saw a uh trench coat? During lunch and freaked out before getting the hell out of dodge. Want to tell me what that's about?" Dean sounded equally confused and concerned.

Word travels fast.

"Not really."

"It was too fast. Wasn't it?" Dean sighed, "I guess I just thought if I could get you right into something normal, some kind of normal life, you wouldn't have time to think about…about whatever happened. I don't know. It was stupid. I'll pull you out. You can go back in two weeks, or months, or whenever you're ready."

As much as Sam liked the idea of not having to go back to school tomorrow, he knew it would be even worse if he didn't show up.

"It's fine. I'll go tomorrow."

"Sammy, you don't have –"

"It's Sam, and I'm going."

The rest of the drive was quiet. Soon they pulled in to small parking lot of Dr. Wright's office. Dean didn't like the idea of being left out of the meeting but there wasn't much he could do about it.

"So Sam, tell me what brings you here today?" Dr. Wright asked leaning back in his plush chair. Sam was seated on a comfortable couch, but his face portrayed anything but comfort.

"Doesn't it tell you in that file?" Sam asked motioning to the file with his name on it.

"Yes, but I want to hear your take on it."

"Ok, I'm some kind of post traumatic victim with a messed up family."

"Tell me about the traumatic experience."

"Some wack-job tried to kill me." Sam stated with little emotion.

"Do you know why?"

"No." Sam nearly shouted, he was trying to keep his emotions at bay, but it hadn't been the easiest day for that.

"Sam, you know you don't have to lie to me. Whatever you tell me stays between the two of us. Not even your brother will know what you tell me."

"Ok."

"Ok, how about we shift topics? How are things going with your brother?" Dr. Wright asked.

"You know I think I remember him saying something about having to rid the earth of my blood." Obviously trying to escape answering any questions about family.

"The wack-job or your brother?" Dr. Wright asked with a slight smile.

"Wack-job." Sam clarified.

Dr. Wright nodded and wrote something down on his notepad.

"Now, it says in your file that when you woke up in the hospital they had to switch your doctor due to his eye color. You were having panic attacks because of the doctors blue eyes."

Sam stiffened. He remembered that. He had been pretty loopy, but he remembered seeing the doctor come into his room. The doctor had clear blue eyes. Just like the monster who tortured him.

"Have you always had an aversion to blue eyes?"

Sam shook his head no.

"Sam, are my eyes a problem for you?" Dr. Wright asked.

"No, yours aren't like Cast…" Sam drifted off. Dr. Wright had dark blue eyes but they almost looked too muddy to really be blue, they were almost just a dark grey.

"Aren't like what, Sam?"

"Nothing."

The remainder of their time spent together consisted of Dr. Wright asking questions and Sam either responding with a yes, or a no, or a shrug. He just wanted it to be over.

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By the time they made it home from Poughkeepsie, Sam was drained. He politely asked Robin to be excused from dinner and she of course obliged, provided that he take some food into his room in case he got hungry later.

Time flew by as Sam sat around in his room trying not to think about his situation. Sam flopped down on his bed and popped open his little bottle of pain pills. Maybe he wasn't physically in a world of pain, but it had been a rough day. Just as he was about to toss a few down, there was a knock at the door. Sam returned the pills to the bottle and stuffed it under his pillow.

"Sam?" came Robin's voice from outside his door.

"Come in."

Robin creaked open the door, "Hey your friend is here. She wanted to see you. Should I send her in?"

"My friend?" Sam wasn't sure he had one of those.

"Nina?"

"Oh, um." Sam sat up on his pull-out bed and scooted down to the end of it. "Sure."

Robin opened the door wider and Nina entered.

"Let me know if you guys need anything," Robin said before shutting the door.

"Hey," Sam said looking down at the floor.

"Hey. You left this at school." Nina said tossing Sam's backpack on his bed as she sat down, giving adequate space between the two of them. "Your home address was on your class schedule in your bag. I'm not like a crazy stalker."

"Thanks." Sam said.

"Yeah, well it was the least I could do after freaking you out so hardcore."

"You didn't freak me out." Sam responded hurriedly.

"Really? Cus you looked pretty freaked."

Sam shrugged.

"So this bed turns into a couch?" Nina asked.

"Yeah."

"Maybe we should make it a couch. I may look wild but I don't usually hang out on boys beds."

"Um ok." Sam's face flushed.

Nina stood and lifted a pillow in preparation for the bed to couch conversion. She stopped cold when she saw the prescription pill bottle.

"Sam?"

Sam looked to see what Nina was staring at.

"Oh, sorry." Sam snatched up the bottle and stuffed it in his pocket. He got to work converting the bed. Soon they were sitting in uncomfortable silence on the couch.

"Are you sure you're not hurting yourself?" Nina asked.

"Thanks again for bringing me my backpack." Sam said looking away.

"I just want to make sure you aren't being stupid."

"They're for pain." Sam said, sounding defensive.

"I never said they weren't." Nina sighed, "So if I promise not to wear my trench coat ever again will you let me sit by you at lunch tomorrow?"

"Why?" Sam asked. Genuinely shocked at her wanting to spend time with him.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe because everyone at school thinks I'm freak and you're the only new person in the history of forever and I could use a friend."

Sam looked at Nina, really studying her out. She didn't look like a freak. Yeah the blue hair was a little out of the ordinary, but she was a pretty girl. She had big brown eyes and clear skin. She had on jeans and an oversized t-shirt. What was so freakish about that?

"I don't think you're a freak."

Nina laughed, "Yeah, well you don't really know me yet. So are we cool?"

Sam nodded.

There was a knock at the door before it opened and Dean stepped inside.

"It's getting late Sam." Dean said shifting his gaze between his brother and the blue haired girl next to him.

"It's nine o'clock." Sam stated with a hint of sass.

"You've had a long day." Dean said, and Sam knew he also was thinking about the sleepless night he had endured.

Sam let out an exasperated sigh.

"See you tomorrow." Nina said as she stood to leave.

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