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Chapter 8: Renegade

Oh mama, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the Law. Lawman has put an end to my runnin' an' I'm so far from my home. Oh mama, I can hear you a' cryin', you're so scared and all alone. Hangman is comin' down from the gallows and I don't have very long.

"God, I shouldn't be here," I whispered to myself as I entered the front doors of Mobridge High School, home of the Tigers. I looked up at my mop wielding older brother. "You're a jerk-off." He just smirked and continued mopping. Dean was a janitor and Sam was a substitute for some English teacher who was in the Bahamas. I ended up with him first hour. It was kind of relieving. At least it wasn't Dean. He'd find every single way he could to embarrass me.

Sam and I went under the last name Wayne (Like Batman. My idea.) And we were brother and sister. The story was our parents passed away and Sam was taking care of me. "I hate high school." I whimpered to myself, opening the door to my first hour class. I walked up to Sam. "I can't believe I let you guys talk me into this, Samantha." I growled out. "Not even in first hour and I'm ready to kill myself."

Sam smirked. "You can do it, kiddo. I believe in you." The last bell rang. "Now, get in your seat, young lady," he said, large smile bringing out his prominent dimples.

I did as he told me and tired my hardest to pay attention. It was kind of hard to when you had a creepy boy staring at you the entire hour. I tried to ignore it, but it was kind of awkward. When the bell rang, I slowly gathered my things. When I picked myself up to go to my next class, I came face to face with the awkward staring boy. He had longish blonde hair, kind of like Justin Beiber, and bright blue eyes. He was kind of cute, but relationships were the last thing on my mind. They weren't very important when you were a hunter.

"Uh, hi. Can I help you?" I asked, trying to keep my tone polite. I glanced at Sam over the boy's shoulder.

"My name's Stephen. What's yours?" I think he was attempting to flirt, but one: like stated before, I didn't do relationships, and two: he wasn't my type.

"Rhiannon," I said, my tone less friendly this time.

"So, Rhiannon. Want to go out some time?" he put his hand on my arm.

"No thanks. I'm kind of busy." I said moving my arm away from his grasp.

"Oh, well can I at least get your number?" he asked, still not backing down.

"Sure," I said, plan brewing in my mind. I noticed the disapproving look on Sam's face. I just winked at him. I wrote down a number on a piece of paper and handed it to the boy. What made my plan work even better is he didn't even look at the number as he left.

"Rhiannon Marie Winchester." Sam chided.

"My number is now 1-800-Out Of Your League," I said, breaking into a fit of hysterical giggles. "I am a genius. Well, Samantha, it was nice being in your class and all, but I need to go." I said as I walked to my next class.

It wasn't until after lunch that things got interesting. By interesting I mean they took a turn for the worse. Sam came running up to me in the hall as I was headed to my last class of the day. "Rhia! Oh god." He pulled me into his arms.

"Sam? What's wrong?"

"It's Dean. They took him to jail."
"What? Why?" I asked. Dean had a record. They could convict him

"He heard some boy named Stephen talking about you in pretty graphic terms and he snapped and wailed on the kid. They called the cops and Dean got arrested."

"Oh my god, Sam. What the hell are we gonna do?" I was searching my brain for any way we could fix this.

"We're gonna find this thing that's killing the blondes, kill it, and then we're going to break Dean out of jail. I mean, we aren't full humans, we must be able to do something to help us get him out."

"Can we just have Cas poof in and poof Dean out?"

"Huh. Good idea. But first this thing that's killing the blondes. I think I know who it is."

Before I could ask, I heard clapping coming from behind me. I turned and saw Stephen with a devilish smirk on his face and his eyes pure white. "Congratulations, Sammy. I knew I could count on you." He used his Jedi mind tricks to hold us against the wall. "Now, let's get started, shall we? We'll start with my introduction. Hi, I'm Alistair."

"Ah, crap."

Oh mama, I've been years on the lam and had a hotbox on my head. Lawman said 'Get 'em dead or alive.' Now it's for sure he'll see me dead.