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Dean slumped in his chair. It had been a 30 minute bus journey to the school and then a 20 minute walk to the library. He decided during the night that he needed to do research on this 'Noah' guy rather than attend school. If he could prove this guy was a fake, then he could get back to Sam and then they could find Dad. He judged he had around 3 hours before the school called is foster parents to ask why he wasn't there and then probably another 30 minutes on top of that. He glanced at the clock; he had an hour to go. So far, he had found no lead on Noah's real identity; his tracking skills were still being refined.

20 minutes later he finally got a hit. Tony Macintosh. Apparently, this guy had made the papers. Dean gulped as he read through an article; this guy had been charged in Massachusetts with domestic abuse and murder of his girlfriend and child abuse to his girlfriend's kid, leaving the 12 year old with brain damage as well as being in a coma for 4 months. Apparently the kid had just been playing too loudly, getting on Tony's nerves, so the man beat him. This guy really shouldn't be fostering, Dean thought as he turned to another article. Apparently, he had later escaped from prison and then fell of the radar. Well, I found your guy. You would have too if you had done your job properly, Dean grumbled.

Before Dean could do anything more, a cop showed up. Crap, misjudged how good the school was. "Dean Silverman?" The middle-aged cop asked Dean.

"Winchester" Dean corrected. There was no way in hell he was going to be renamed. He would rather go a shake the devil's hand and have a BBQ with him than be called Silverman.

"You've caused a lot of grief by skipping school, young man. Your foster parents were worried"

"You're telling me this isn't the school? Damn, I was wondering why there were only old people about. But I figured, education for all and all that crap" Dean said smiling. He glanced at the computer screen, all he had to do was stall the cop for a couple of minutes longer and he could print off the pages to show his social worker. But the Winchester luck came and Dean's computer turned off, horror spreading across Dean's face when he realised that he forgot to put in another quarter. The cop grabbed Dean's arm and started dragging Dean him to the car. "Get the fuck off of me" Dean shouted, pulling against the man's grip. But the cop had too strong a hold of him and he was soon stuffed into the car and heading to the foster home where the psycho killer was.

Sam woke up bright and early, secretly excited to go to school. He had always loved school, even though Dean hated it and he wanted to be like Dean. Sam changed into some of his new clothes and headed down stairs, the smell of bacon wafting up the stairs.

"Hello sweetie." Maria said "You excited for school?" Sam continued to the table and sat down, not responding to her question. Had it been Dean on the other hand, he would have answered immediately. Maria sighed; Sam was quite a handful even though she had been warned. She was glad she didn't have to look after the other one, Dean. He, apparently, was worse than Sam. She carefully placed a bacon sandwich in front of Sam and returned to the kitchen, cooking another piece for her husband.

"Hey champ" Dennis said as he came own the stairs. Sam paid him no attention and nibbled on his bacon sandwich. Dennis walked over to his wife, gave her a kiss and helped himself to a coffee. "Is he not looking forward to school?" he asked in a hushed tone, cradling the warm mug.

"I don't know. He hasn't said anything to me yet. I think the progress me made is lost"

"Well, if we just leave him to it, he might warm up to us again" Dennis said "They told us it wouldn't be easy" Dennis reminded Maria

"I know, I know." Maria replied

"What time do we have to leave?"

"Half an hour" Maria replied, putting the bacon into the bread

"Ok, well I've taken the day off work, just in case there are any problems. I'm sure the office will last a day without me"

Sam sat in the back of the car, staring out of the window to the new school. He had planned on running to Dean's today, but one day of school couldn't hurt, could it? Anyway, Dennis and Maria were right there, it'll be hard to catch the bus and make it to Dean's if he has the pair right on his tail.

Dennis opened the car door and Sam jumped out and grabbed the bag off the back seat before Maria took it. Just because he was 6 didn't mean he was incompetent.

Sam followed Maria and Dennis into the reception, ignoring the stares he got from the kids in the playground. He was already used to them now, despite being in school for less than a year; he was always the new kid.

"Are you Sam Algrove?" The receptionist asked, giving him a big smile. Sam stood there stunned. Algrove?

"Yes" Dennis said, putting a reassuring hand on Sam's shoulder, which Sam flinched away from.

"His room's the 3rd door on the left. His teacher is Mrs Glasbry"

"Thank you ma'am" Dennis said, and walked down to the room, Sam and Maria just behind him.

"Sam Algrove, isn't it?" A woman asked smiling down at him. She was 5"4' and slightly pump. Her brown hair tied into a bun.

"Winchester" Sam added in a whisper. He was a Winchester, not an Algrove.

"Well Sam, I'm your teacher. Mrs Glasbry. It's a pleasure to meet you" She told him, holding out her hand. Sam took it, Dad always told him to be polite. "You can put your bag and coat on the end there" Mrs Glasbry told him pointing at the end peg. Sam did as he was told and walked over to the peg. She turned to the foster parents "Sam will be fine here. He seems pretty independent from what the social worker told me, so I don't think you need to stay. Kindergarten leaves 10 minutes early, so if you pick him up at 3"

Dennis and Maria nodded their heads. "Bye Sam" They said together and left, Sam turning to face them but not waving them goodbye.

"Do you want to do some drawing Sam?" Mrs Glasbry asked. Sam shook his head and headed over to the book corner and sat down on one of the cushions. He pulled out one of his favourite books and sat silently reading. He didn't even look up as the rest of the children steadily came in, getting out various toys.

After 10 minutes of Sam sitting so silently for a 6 year old it was unbelievable, Mrs Glasbry went over to check on him. "You ok Sam?" she asked Sam nodded his head, not looking up from the book. "What are you reading?" She asked, trying to get him to talk. The care worker didn't mention that he was mute. Sam sighed and held up the book- The Hobbit. That's very advanced for a 6 year old, she thought. "Do you understand all the words?" She asked.

"Obviously" Sam said, rolling his eyes. Adults are really silly. "Otherwise you can't read it"

Dean walked up the pathway, the cop following closely behind. Noah was stood at the door, his face red with anger.

"Thank you officer" Noah said through his teeth, he was going to throttle the kid.

"Just don't do it again kid" The cop said "You made us leave important police work"

"What, like trying to find the guy who ran me over a bloody week ago? How's that going, or have your police skills run dry?" Dean snapped. The cop straightened and decided to ignore that last comment.

"What your tone!" Noah growled

"Whatever." Dean said before barging past Noah into the house.

"I'm sorry about that officer" Noah said

"Don't worry, I mean kids will be kids. My boy started playing up at that age. I'm sure you'll tell him it was wrong"

"Believe me, he will never do it again" Noah said before going back into the house

"Mr and Mrs Algrove, can I speak to you for a minute?" Mrs Glasbry asked Sam's foster parents, who were collecting Sam from school. Maria and Dennis gave each other nervous glances before following the kindergarten teacher into the classroom, Sam following behind. "Why don't you do some colouring Sam?" Mrs Glasbry told him and Sam nodded his head. Mrs Glasbry turned back to the foster parents.

"Is Sam in trouble?" Maria asked

"No, no. He's the opposite actually. He's has a long attention span actually, remarkable for a 6 year old. He sits there and does his work quietly; I barely heard a peep from him other when he kept asking me all the questions." She said smiling

"What questions?"

"Normal children stuff, don't worry. Things like, why is the grass green? Why is the sky blue? How do birds fly? But I thought I would talk to you about the possibility of Sam being gifted and talented. I can't be sure for certain but he displays many characteristics of gifted children"

"Really?"

"Yes. However, testing isn't done until the second grade at this school. It may be an idea to get him privately tested so more suitable classes are arranged to challenge him"

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