Wow Paige, two chapters in two days! How'd you manage to do that? Anyway, here goes!
"Something bothering you?" Dean looked across the table to Sam who was currently pushing his pancakes around in their container.
Sam jerked his head up and looked around the room before he stared at Dean. "No."
"Really? You've been sitting there making your pancakes all soggy and gross for the last ten minutes." Dean sat up straighter as he put his garbage in the trash.
Sam couldn't help the blush that crept over his face when he looked down at his food. He covered the remaining food and threw it in the trash. "I'm fine."
"That's not your 'I'm fine' face that's your 'I should stop thinking so hard about stuff or my brain is going to leave my head' face."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Sam looked out the window, but Dean wouldn't give up.
"Is it about school?"
"Dean, how much longer are we staying here?" Sam turned so he was now facing Dean.
Dean was taken aback by Sam's fierce tone and stared at him before answering. "Two more weeks, maybe three."
"Don't you think that dad shouldn't be moving us around so much? I mean, what if I want to stay in a town for more than a month so I can have a real life, and not constantly try to make new friends only to move away again."
"Sam, you know that dad needs us to help him with hunts and we can't be far away from him if something happens."
"That's not fair! I don't want to hunt! I finally have some friends, and he is going to make us move to another crap town on the other side of the country!" Sam stood up and walked over to his bed to grab his backpack before he turned back around to Dean, who was also now standing.
"Do you think that I want to? Do you think that I want to see you constantly being the new kid in school? I can't do anything about it!"
"Tell dad that you can stay with me for a little longer! It's not like you don't know what you're doing in case something happens!"
Running a hand through his hair Dean stared at Sam before answering. "I can't do that Sam."
"Grow a backbone and tell dad! You know he doesn't listen to me!"
"If you weren't at each other's throats constantly, maybe he would! He knows what he's doing Sam."
"Why are you always so ready to follow dad's orders?"
"It's called being a good son! He doesn't need us fighting him every fucking step of the way!"
"If he didn't put that stupid job in front of us I wouldn't be fighting him! He could stop for one goddamn minute and realize that he is making our lives miserable instead of better I wouldn't be fighting him!"
"Do you want to catch what killed mom? Do you want to save people from having their families ripped apart by this thing? It's not all about you!"
"Why does it need to be us? Why can't we stop?"
"Because we save people. If we didn't do this, do you know how many people would be dead? Get that through your thick skull Sam!"
Dean put on his jacket and grabbed his keys. "Let's go."
Sam slung his backpack over his shoulder before he followed Dean out the door. Dean unlocked the impala but before he got in, he ran a hand over the roof. After sitting down, he threw an unnoticed glance toward Sam and began driving to the school in an uncomfortable silence. Neither Sam nor Dean offered to apologize in any argument, so why would they decide to change that now.
Pulling up to the school Dean turned to Sam, "I'll get you after detention."
"I'm going to the library. I'll call you if there are any problems." Sam exited the car without saying another word.
Dean rolled his eyes before muttering "Bitch."
Looking around, Sam walked into the school. Natalie normally came at the same time as he did, but she wasn't in the hall or outside. He walked down to the art room and poked his head in. Like he suspected, Natalie was standing at one of the tables painting. Sam sighed and walked over. She was working on another painting of the school, but it was a different style.
"Hey." Natalie barley looked up when Sam walked next to her, but she moved over a little so he could see the painting better.
"What happened to the other one?"
"Its home, I'm finishing it later, it's easier to paint there anyway. I wanted to try this." Natalie motioned to the painting before she continued.
"Neat. Anyway, do you want to go to the library tonight? I need to do some research for a paper." Sam's eyes wandered around the room, taking in every detail.
It was a large room with high ceilings. Most of the walls were covered with cabinets and student paintings (Sam saw two of Natalie's) with the exception of the back wall that was mostly windows. There was a counter by the door that had two sinks with a sign above it that said "Don't waste paint"
"I shouldn't be doing anything. So yea, after detention." Natalie looked up and grinned. "But, you should help me put this stuff away. We need to get to class soon." Natalie grabbed the brushes and paint tray that she was using and handed them to Sam. "Can you wash these? They're mine, so don't worry about putting them away."
Sam took the supplies and went to the sinks. Hoping that he was doing it right, he rinsed everything off. Natalie put the oil back into her purse before she put the painting on a shelf in the back of the room.
"I finished washing them, what do you want me to do?" Sam held up the objects and raised his eyebrows.
Natalie snatched them out of his hands and put them in her purse. "Try not to break them. They were gifts."
Sam rolled his eyes and followed Natalie into the hallway. "So you sure that you can go to the library today?"
"Yea. . . if you don't mind walking there. It's only a half mile walk there." Natalie adjusted her purse while she pulled out her notebooks.
"That's fine."
"Good, otherwise we can't get there."
Sam smiled and looked at her, "Yea, can't complain about walking. It's better than running anyway.
"Not a fan of running?"
"Sometimes, but it's kind of boring. I would rather be reading something, or writing a report."
"You like writing reports? Please do mine." Natalie smiled and looked out a window they were passing.
Sam and Natalie turned down the hallway to their class to wait in the hallway.
"It's really breezy today." Sam noticed.
"For a fall day here, I guess that it is nice. Wait until the end of the month and it will be snowing."
"Wait, really?"
Natalie sadly nodded her head before she looked at Sam. "It's ridiculous. I guess since I've had time to adjust its fine."
Sam scrunched his eyes and looked at Natalie. "Did you move here?"
"We moved here when I was nine."
Sam nodded, while he noticed that she had the same distant look on her face that she wore when she didn't want to continue talking. Sighing, Sam looked down the hallway for their absent teacher.
Sam stared at the second hand while it went around the clock. In five minutes he would be free to go. He looked around the room before setting his eyes back on the clock. Four minutes and thirty seconds. He really needed to get started on his English report but he had no time to go down to the library yet. It was still sunny out, so at least it will be a nice walk. Sam and Dean had driven by the library before. It wasn't fancy, only one floor and it looked pretty small. Not the smallest looking library that he had ever been in, though. Three minuates left. Sam began packing up his completed homework and zipped up his bag.
Natalie noticing the time did the same. The teacher dismissed them ready to leave too. Natalie walked over to Sam and set her purse on the desk in front of him.
"Ready?"
Sam rolled his eyes and stood up. "Nah, I want to stay here for another hour."
The teacher who was standing impatiently at the front of the room sighed, "I want to go home now. Sorry."
Sam grinned at Natalie who was now rolling her eyes. "Alright, let's go."
"So what do you need to do your project on?" Natalie turned to Sam as they were walking out of the building.
"My English class is doing a project on Greek gods and I need information on them."
"Oh, yea. My class is doing something on urban myths. I bet you'd be good at that."
"Why?"
"You and your brother seem to know a lot about that kind of stuff."
Sam scuffed his shoe before answering, "And?"
"Well, why do you?"
Sam looked at Natalie and grinned, "Well, tell you what. I'll answer one of your questions if you answer one of mine. If you don't want to answer, just say so."
Natalie seemed to consider the offer before she nodded. "You first."
"Why did you move here when you were younger?"
"My dad's job. Why do you move around so much?"
Sam looked back at the ground, forgetting that he let that slip out at lunch. "My dad's job moves around a lot. Why didn't your sister come pick you up after detention?"
"She goes to collage about two hours away. Does Dean go to college?"
"No, he didn't want to. What does your sister go to college for?"
"She's majoring in physics. Why do you and Dean know so much about ghosts? You knew what you were doing in the school, and you had guns with salt in them."
"Promise not to tell? Not even Dean I told you."
Natalie nodded signaling Sam to go on.
"My family hunts monsters and ghosts. Why do you like to paint so much?"
Natalie stared wide-eyed at Sam, but looked ahead again, "My mom loved to paint, so I guess it rubbed off on me. Do you want to hunt ghosts and monsters?"
"No. I want to go to college for something. Where are your parents?"
"They, uh, died. What do you want to go to college for?"
Sam looked at Natalie before he continued, "Law possibly. If you don't mind me asking, how did they?"
Natalie did a pathetic attempt at a smile before she hung her head. "No one talks to me about it, not even Jackie. I think that that's not too healthy." Natalie took a deep breath before continuing, "We were coming back from a show, an orchestra, we went to see an orchestra. Some drunken guy slammed into the front of the car, 'cuz he was going down the wrong side of the road." Natalie looked at Sam through watery eyes and continued, "I watched them carry two broken bodies away from the car. My sister was at a friend's house that night, so she wasn't there. There were officers all around me, and they got me home, I forget how. I think some family member drove out. Did you ever lose a family member?"
They walked in silence for a minute before Sam responded, "Yea, when I was six months. It was a monster or something. My dad never told us exactly what happened. There was fire, but that's all I know. How old . . . ?"
"Twelve. Is that how you guys got into hunting those things?"
Sam's stomach dropped through the ground after Natalie responded. She was twelve. Suddenly, her shutting herself off from other people, not being that happy, and the vacant look that was constantly in her eyes all made sense.
"I think so."
They walked the rest of the way to the library in silence. Sam was constantly looking over at Natalie to make sure that she was alright, but given three years to practice how to make it look like she was alright made it terribly hard to see the broken person inside of her.
"Here we go." Natalie pulled open the door and stepped inside, followed by Sam.
He was right about it being small, but not too small. There was a desk by the entrance and a small kid's area by that, and the rest of the room was being occupied with a few tables surrounded by celling high shelves and four computers in the back. Sam and Natalie placed their bags on the table and Sam went to get what he needed.
"Sorry if I made you upset." Sam offered an apology to Natalie when he sat back down.
"Don't. It's alright. It was actually kind of nice to get that off my chest. Sam, you know, you're a great friend." Natalie offered a small smile, and Sam wanted to dance when he realized that it was real.
A/N - Well, tell me what you think! I've been trying to improve my writing, but you should drop a review and tell me what you think! I'm trying to make chapters longer too!